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EBK Jaaybo – Out On Bail ( Lyrics Letra ) Letra EBK Jaaybo EBK Jaaybo – Out On Bail ( Lyrics Letra )
Intro: EBK Jaaybo, Elvis Crespo
Algo en tu cara me facina
That’s on y’all brother I’m on…
Algo en tu cara me da vida
Lot of niggas from the hood, Lot of niggas brother
¿Será tu sonrisa?
¿Será tu sonrisa?
Not from the hood? Niggas can’t say nigga not from the G
Niggas for surely not EBK, two-one, Js
Verse: EBK Jaaybo
Aye, aye, aye
Baby I get jiggy, fell in love with pink fifties and them green dubs
And you could lose your whole damn arm for throwin’ threes up
I pop niggas too, ain’t trippin’ off that lil’ mean mug
Don’t instigate a fight cause I’m gon’, ah
Turned the fully to a lock
Out on bail, the feds hot
Four nickle jump, I gotta aim it at his chest to hit his top
A couple killers coming home, they need free my nigga, Ra
From Jordan Court to Seventh Street, they know who really bendin’ blocks
Head taps, he got a glass fade, come make a dub off rappin’ on a bad day
I know he cappin’ in them songs, they got no bag, that nigga had to pay
Threw rubix cube on baby drac, aye lil’ nigga, what’s your mag game?
Fat nigga, but I still can do that dance and make my back break
You know my gang or wire taps, don’t hit my phone about no bodies
The case was closed, I can’t believe you told the police that we popped him
Don’t say the homie name bitch, over bro I’m kamikaze
Sendin’ bitches still my hobby
Walked up close before I dropped him
AMG, slap that thing in sport mode and drive faster
Keep yo gleek close when it’s time to go, it might matter
This bitch know better than to raise her voice at a life snatcher
I just turned my lil’ nigga to a fly exterminator
You must’ve loss your damn mind, you think that I ain’t gettin’ paper
Eliminate a opp with malice, slowly breathin’ with his face up
Can’t let no bitch play with my time like I’m a simp, hoe I’m a playa
Gave me the bag, I send her down in Baltimore with the Ravens
Drac thang ain’t pullin’ up with nothin’ smaller
Say bout’ the bitch, I heard the pain in his voice when he called her
I’m really present when it’s smoke, ain’t going back and forth with blogger
I know it hurt, ah ha, your brother died, try harder
Ain’t nun’ less than a spartan
Jeez, I was hittin’ hits at seventeen
Free my twin, they tryna say my brother clipped a nigga wings
Loadin’ up the arsenal
Jaaybo spinnin’ when it’s beef
He made a song ‘bout Slobe, I catch the bitch, I’m kickin’ in his teeth
GLE six-three, I might just grab the Porsche truck
He makin’ songs like we ain’t spinnin’ for our bro, the score up
Don’t say Slo-Be name in vain, I’m really trippin’ ‘bout my blood
Free B from the dub, Nightingale, Gs up
I ain’t gotta act like I’on got it on me, cause I do
Just me and Maxx, we ain’t on separate type of times, we tryna hoop
You think you under, nigga fuckin’ with them snitches, you ain’t bool
I get the lo’ and spin through
On Phelps Street, just me and Tuce
The label came and drop that bag, yeah I got it goin’ on
Hit up my plug in AZ, I need them Glocks for the low
If you ain’t terrorize the opp, then I would not put him on
It look like 50 in the chopper, but that’s not what it hold
Hunnit rounds in that bitch, it’s a switchy inside
Since Play introduced him to me, I need switchies on mine
Used to need ten for the feature
Now I’m switchin’ the price
And get her, issue whole time I was down, she need dick in her life
Famous nigga, but I’m still finna slide
Play with bands, I can spot a hunnit bands with one eye
Think I’m pussy? Push up on me, It’s gon’ be a gun fight
You fuck with suckas, then you that blood, I ain’t lettin’ nun’ slide
Three hoes in my load, this finna be a fun ride
I got evil thoughts, was death on my sucka, then he died
At times I turn in to the reaper, still been on that type of time
My opp ain’t got no legs, but walkin’ shit down when he on live, two-one, Js
Outro: EBK Jaaybo
Free Poopy, Free Maxx, Free Leek, Free Play
EBK Jaaybo – Had Enough ( Lyrics ) Letra EBK Jaaybo EBK Jaaybo – Had Enough ( Lyrics )
(Intro)
21
Free the real J’s
(Verse 1)
21 the breeze on this block and i got no sweater
The suckas ain’t on bend this block them niggas know better
My pimpin senses kickin in this bitch got no cheddar
Drove past a bum on the blade, no i won’t swear her
Balenciaga’s cost a Glock i coulda bought a switch
Don’t share your location on the gram cause i might just spin
Or smoke him by his keyboard, so he can’t type again
I been through the 5 all day, i’m swattin flys again
She got to touchin through my phone and got her feelings hurt
Told her I was sorry she forgave me, bitches never learn
Don’t give a fuck if we just met, aye bitch go get your purse
Left her somewhere at a gas station, yeah Jaaybo a jerk
I washed my Gucci’s down with bleach I just stepped on sum
Different weeds in a doobie blunt, smoking stepped on suckas
Stop making songs about them drills, you ain’t stepped on none
Let him get a pass cause that’s yo blood, I would’ve stepped on cousin
For real my family brother switched I got the right to smoke him
Stripped a north nigga, he had nothing but a iPhone on him
It was just me and lil ? tryna slide in them stoleys
Line me up a rapper he wasn’t ready to die for his rollie
I threw up everything I ate after I popped a perc
Just was on my way to smoke a opp, but someone popped him first
That P80 got silicone, it’s on lock when it twerk
Can’t respect your gangsta when it’s fonk, you do not put in work
Somebody roll the FAD i rolled Odelly up
Hit it 3 times now i’m flyin, this shit deadly huh
Or roll the Bass, i think its Quacky comin out my blunt
Lul took a face shot that nigga shoulda ducked
How yall gon tell me that it’s fonk, y’all main shooter gay
Ion fuck wit Smoove, i heard it’s sugar in that nigga tank
Ain’t in my hood i’m with the 3’s posted at the gates
But everytime i’m home, i’m in the south with Glocks and baby K’s
I could destroy the whole block just make me mad enough
Yo niggas just died back to back ain’t y’all had enough?
Soon as that nigga touchdown we gettin clappa touched
I been crackin 5’s all day my hands crampin up
Outro
21
Nigga
Bitch ass nigga
I been crackin 5’s all day my hands cramping up
EBK Jaaybo – The Apocalypse ( Lyrics) | Dir. @taegxn Letra EBK Jaaybo EBK Jaaybo – The Apocalypse ( Lyrics) | Dir. @taegxn
Intro
Yeah, aye, aye, aye
Aye, aye, aye
21, n****, it’s that 21, n****, aye
Aye, aye
Aye, aye, aye, aye
Aye, aye, yeah, yeah
I ain’t fuckin’ with no opp n*****
Verse
My brother fuckin’ with the ?, I can’t rock with him
Don’t hit my phone about this either ‘cause I pop n*****
Banging gang but he don’t politic? He is not with us
Up it on the biggest n**** movin’, I’m a GLOCK lifter
A shot sender and I’m spankin’ any Mob member
And Dada just poured up some Wock, this is not liquor
Aye, brother, get up on that hoe and I’ma knock sister
Fuck the Mob, I told y’all keep my name up out y’all cock lickers
Think y’all gon’ do me like I’m J, I am not mister
Aye, look, it’s poles in this load, drive the right way
You only slid down ?, you ain’t even come the right way
Don’t make me come and purchase Townhomes, bitch, we 5K
Yeah, aye, and we drop the Fly
You wanna bang gang, go participate in a homicide
Drop skizy, murders on my conscience left me traumatized
Found out I was a killer, should’ve seen the look in mama’s eyes
Aye, but I’m a trained stepper
Swap the 17 for G30 ‘cause she way wetter
Keep your bitch on top of all these hoes and she gon’ pay better
My hoe caught me fuckin’ on a square, I think I fucked up
My fat bitch pay better than my dime, she gettin’ bumped up
A BBL back there, she got a butt butt
Ouwee, I feel like Young Slo-Be
Just caught a—ah—at the store without his gun on him
Don’t matter if them boys ain’t near, they gon’ come for me
If you could put the bag in hand I got a butt for you
Free Maxx, when you come home I got a slut for you
Ain’t real ism, lil n**** ain’t even touch Oregon
Bought a crate but finna have the bitch pick it up
Ain’t got a body? You ain’t gang until you get you one
Been in and out for four years, I’m tryna live it up
And I’m gon’ get a girlfriend before I kick the cup
Look, bitch, Dada, pick me up, I got some hoes on line
Mell shootin’, Leebo shootin’, plus I’m blowin’ mine
The Blacc’ll make you see ? if you smoke it right
Roll the Blacc, roll the—uh, yeah, we smokin’ Flys, aye
Mind you, I just left the P and I ain’t see a thing
Went in a hood bitch raw, she pulled a Billie Jean
Aye, thought I rolled a different sucker but it still was ?
?, aye
Four nick, I stay prepared, it’s the apocalypse
Pop the bitch, can’t get a pass, that’s how we politic
He dropped his clip on Calandria, think I spot the bitch
You hoppin’ in or hoppin’ out? You actin’ like a bitch
Popped a n**** then I blocked him ‘cause he might tell
A n**** speak on Lil Sleaze, we doin’ five drills
Don’t throw the—shh—down, you never got a Fly killed
Separate from the fake ‘cause I’ma die real