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lirik lagu camo - rb sixtwo & j3wick

[verse 1: rb sixtwo]
f block sweet
dot slapped, back of the g
on bro this could never be me
we know the real, tay duckin’ from 3
like, let him push up thinkin’ i don’t pre
leeky what? lil’ n~gga mt
like all black tryna go for the p
we in lg, start wavin’ the g
like word to bro n~ggas don’t wanna meet
better ask how we get in that street
shh had beam on his face, couldn’t see
we gon’ do him like rah, let him spin in that v
n~ggas know it get real
brooke dead, shoulda had the wheel
step back in the street, don’t tell me to chill
siyah tagged, how do it feel?
dot suckin’ d~ck, tryna go up the hill
still free buthie b, no mask, no drill
jj dead, they can not heal
suicide gang, dеpression is real
they ain’t comе over here
oh that’s mdot? get the f~ck out my ear
like big die hat, see a prime, i’ma flare
opp thot get smacked she play him over here
[verse 2: j3wick]
better run for his life
i’m on the f ’boutta back out my pipe
leeky not jet, that n~gga missed his~
and mdot on d~ck, n~gga look like a dyk~
three deep wit’ a jet, we start wavin’ our pipe
like oh that’s a hat? tryna ruin his night
i’m ’boutta shoot, see a opp and get hype
like dot coulda died, threw up fists tryna fight
why the f~ck n~ggas dissin’ my mans? mdot slapped, leeky ran
sidestepped in the street, i start wavin’ my tan, like, like
why n~ggas ran on they mans?
tryna play wit’ our block, they gon’ act like they crazy but we know they not
like bro stop the cap, it’s a few of them shot
like shot to his shoulder was makin’ him rock
tay b a kid, need to get off my c~ck
miguel keep on suckin’ our d~ck, he won’t stop
basi ducked, how the f~ck you not shot?
brooke brakes broke, how the f~ck he ain’t stop?
the opps get me tight, no i won’t let ’em rock
tryna play wit’ my block, let ’em squeeze, get to barkin’ when i’m on they block
and it’s big die crip, it’s no beef ’bout a thot
like why would i care if i beat up the box?
they don’t wanna play ball, like shot to his leg, sh~t was makin’ him crawl
i’m on they block, i won’t stop ’til they fall
where the f~ck is the opps? n~gga i’m tryna score
n0body outside so we walk in they store
like, i thought they was ready for war?
if you wanna play ball, n~gga give me a call
all black for the~, we was riskin’ it all
[verse 3: rb sixtwo]
like, this sh~t dead
every trip someone had to duck lead
we know who got shot in they leg
on the bike, i get wavy off ped’
[?] run back to who? n~gga ed, he got beat wit’ the g, sh~t f~cked up his head
i’m like d~mn, ’bout to up, tryna throw, sh~t jammed
dot face, back of the tan, like
how could you mention my mans?
if he jackin’ the f ’boutta switch up the stance
tryna duck in the street, made him dance
he typed back, now he f~cked up his plans
jj dead, where the f~ck was his mans?
it was me and sg two deep wit’ the tan, like

[verse 4: j3wick]
like who tryna play? like who gettin’ shot?
they keep cappin’ like we don’t got~
n~ggas know what went on in that lot
biggs loc dead, david watched
we out, let’s go creep on the opps
i tried to cl!ck, bro told me to stop
they did what they did, it’s no lettin’ that rock, like
like, i’m tryna see sumn’ drop
opp thot let me beat up the box, think that she settin’ the drop, no she not
try to line me, that b~tch gettin’ shot
call my bestie, my friend, she gon’ beat up the thot
like, f~ck it, like we on they block
opps linkin’ up wit’ other opps
f~ck it they all gettin’ shot
got my knife up the block tryna do ’em like pop

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