Bang Bros (feat. B3)

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Ju Pesos

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They done let me in the game once again, man, I'm back
They ain't really outside, how I am, where they at
I got the juice, talk so smooth like Big up in the booth
And the cat real tight, but I beat it till it's loose
Niggas know me and ju, really be the bang bros, probably hit your boo
Man, I'm sick of counting pros, bruh, I think I got the flu
Let a nigga try to rob, we gon' beat him till he blue
Brought the hoes from the party, bout to take em to the room
This a street sweeper, hit a nigga block with this broom
Man, I'm done with all that small talk, these boys, they be small talk
Let me get a ring and I promise we gon' all ball
I can't love a bitch cause she ain't never pick up when I call
You better watch your man's, he better have your back when you fall
Just know a nigga stood all ten, back against the wall
And I can never change on the real, it's like that shit a law
Now the hoes be tryna diss, but I'm the one that they miss
Got me feeling like I'm famous, she gone blow yo boy a kiss
I'm the star player, bitch, your baby daddy on the bench
That's my dog, if I tell him catch a body, he gon' fetch
Tell my bitch to roll the dice, Russian roulette
She got a nigga, he can keep the pussy, I'ma keep the neck
Nigga, you can chase these hoes and I'ma chase a check
Baby, I'm a real nigga, I feel there's no one left
It don't phase me when niggas talking down, they need to kill they self
Bitch, I'm putting belts, ass, I swing the choppa like a belt
And the 7.62's they hot as f*ck, they make you melt
If you want something done right, you better do that shit yourself
Bitch, I'm tryna be somewhere up in the bay
I'm in L.A., or I'm thuggin' with my slimes in the A
I need like two cribs so you don't know where I stay
I heard you missed that shot, boy, you gotta whack Jay
I don't reply on the net, but I see what you say
Choppa gang, call Bud, call Wun, bring the K
He don't believe, we be camping out, we be sittin in them trees
Tell bruh to pop out and blow a nigga like a breeze
If the freak bitch ain't really tryna blow me, she can leave
She done fucked me and Brody, so you know she for the team
I can't let a nigga hoe me he gon' die, it's R.I.P
Imma boss with some paper, nigga, B.W.P

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