Baby Jamo - Down Bad
[Intro: Baby Jamo]
[?]
Hey my shoes laced [?] shoes
Hey Tall Wall, hey, and I got the best shoes
I ain't got no Js though I'm rocking, bitch I'm rocking, oh I'm rocking Gucci
[?] ()
[Chorus: Baby Jamo]
This is the life of a stepper, nigga I could tell you a story I could tell you a poem
Nigga I could sit on your house, nigga I could come on your block and my whip go "room"
You ain't spin the Yo so how we into it?
Getting into it with Fox 5 man your phone alert you a motherfucking storm
Nigga I done ran up my racks, nigga I'm busting 12 I'm motherfucking blowing
If the lights hit red I'm still on go
If you run that light you got make sure she ain't no fucking ho
She up in Chanel my name ring bells
D.C. ain't no bond we ain't got no bail
Nigga she think that I'm sweet, nigga I'm playing it P Ark paying for her nails
[Verse 1: Baby Jamo]
Might get her some [?] we hitting up Roofs
And I'm knocking her off I knocked off her [?]
Nigga I'm a motherfucking bully, nigga I'm a [?] she fucking on poodles
[?] her friend she ugly as shit
That nigga still going and trying give her uh
That nigga still going and trying give her dick and them niggas still going they tryna just trick
I ain't catching [?] yeah I ain't fucking with [?]
Might fuck her in Cali I ran up a bag
Stuff that [?] nigga he ain't tryna die he keep getting tagged
Nigga we leaving these niggas, just like Biggs, nigga we leaving 'em sad
Let me get a Q-Tip clear my ears, who going band for band?
[Chorus: Baby Jamo]
This is the life of a stepper, nigga I could tell you a story I could tell you a poem
Nigga I could sit on your house, nigga I could come on your block and my whip go "room"
You ain't spin the Yo so how we into it?
Getting into it with Fox 5 man your phone alert you a motherfucking storm
Nigga I done ran up my racks, nigga I'm busting 12 I'm motherfucking blowing
If the lights hit red I'm still on go
If you run that light you got make sure she ain't no fucking ho
She up in Chanel my name ring bells
D.C. ain't no bond we ain't got no bail
Nigga she think that I'm sweet, nigga I'm playing it P Ark paying for her nails
[Verse 2: Moneyset Twin]
She think that I'm sweet I'ma pay for her feet
I've been fucking [?]
I've been dropping off bombs when I'm back up the street
I've been popping them doors making niggas receipt
I'm still hopping out cars making niggas retreat
We still hopping out cars man them niggas in trouble
We be dropping off bombs like we come out the huddle
Spin the 'Dise off the early I'ma run through that [?]
[Verse 3: Yung Threat]
Yung Threat the war vet' nigga, damn, uh, yeah, man
We still hopping out cars man them niggas in trouble [?] I'm riding with [?]
I'm fucking up [?] puzzle
We 'bout to spin [?]
...
[?] got hit in his leg
I'm smoking on Brodie 'cause that nigga dead
[?] I might go out [?]
[?] city [?]
[?] chest I ain't aim for his head
[?]
[Verse 4: Yung Dizzy]
My life like a movie [?] Tubi
She heard that I rap now the bitch wanna do me
[?] bringing that shit any block any day
Give a fuck where you from I'll spin anywhere
I'm smoking on [?] his ass got chased
Long live lil' Buddy got hit in his face
I'm a young Belt Boy niggas know how I do
I'm a real [?] make shit go poof
My [?] speaking on [?]
I'm popping my door I ain't shooting out the roof ()
[?]
Hey my shoes laced [?] shoes
Hey Tall Wall, hey, and I got the best shoes
I ain't got no Js though I'm rocking, bitch I'm rocking, oh I'm rocking Gucci
[?] ()
[Chorus: Baby Jamo]
This is the life of a stepper, nigga I could tell you a story I could tell you a poem
Nigga I could sit on your house, nigga I could come on your block and my whip go "room"
You ain't spin the Yo so how we into it?
Getting into it with Fox 5 man your phone alert you a motherfucking storm
Nigga I done ran up my racks, nigga I'm busting 12 I'm motherfucking blowing
If the lights hit red I'm still on go
If you run that light you got make sure she ain't no fucking ho
She up in Chanel my name ring bells
D.C. ain't no bond we ain't got no bail
Nigga she think that I'm sweet, nigga I'm playing it P Ark paying for her nails
[Verse 1: Baby Jamo]
Might get her some [?] we hitting up Roofs
And I'm knocking her off I knocked off her [?]
Nigga I'm a motherfucking bully, nigga I'm a [?] she fucking on poodles
[?] her friend she ugly as shit
That nigga still going and trying give her uh
That nigga still going and trying give her dick and them niggas still going they tryna just trick
I ain't catching [?] yeah I ain't fucking with [?]
Might fuck her in Cali I ran up a bag
Stuff that [?] nigga he ain't tryna die he keep getting tagged
Nigga we leaving these niggas, just like Biggs, nigga we leaving 'em sad
Let me get a Q-Tip clear my ears, who going band for band?
[Chorus: Baby Jamo]
This is the life of a stepper, nigga I could tell you a story I could tell you a poem
Nigga I could sit on your house, nigga I could come on your block and my whip go "room"
You ain't spin the Yo so how we into it?
Getting into it with Fox 5 man your phone alert you a motherfucking storm
Nigga I done ran up my racks, nigga I'm busting 12 I'm motherfucking blowing
If the lights hit red I'm still on go
If you run that light you got make sure she ain't no fucking ho
She up in Chanel my name ring bells
D.C. ain't no bond we ain't got no bail
Nigga she think that I'm sweet, nigga I'm playing it P Ark paying for her nails
[Verse 2: Moneyset Twin]
She think that I'm sweet I'ma pay for her feet
I've been fucking [?]
I've been dropping off bombs when I'm back up the street
I've been popping them doors making niggas receipt
I'm still hopping out cars making niggas retreat
We still hopping out cars man them niggas in trouble
We be dropping off bombs like we come out the huddle
Spin the 'Dise off the early I'ma run through that [?]
[Verse 3: Yung Threat]
Yung Threat the war vet' nigga, damn, uh, yeah, man
We still hopping out cars man them niggas in trouble [?] I'm riding with [?]
I'm fucking up [?] puzzle
We 'bout to spin [?]
...
[?] got hit in his leg
I'm smoking on Brodie 'cause that nigga dead
[?] I might go out [?]
[?] city [?]
[?] chest I ain't aim for his head
[?]
[Verse 4: Yung Dizzy]
My life like a movie [?] Tubi
She heard that I rap now the bitch wanna do me
[?] bringing that shit any block any day
Give a fuck where you from I'll spin anywhere
I'm smoking on [?] his ass got chased
Long live lil' Buddy got hit in his face
I'm a young Belt Boy niggas know how I do
I'm a real [?] make shit go poof
My [?] speaking on [?]
I'm popping my door I ain't shooting out the roof ()
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