J.A.B. - Embroidery lyrics

rate me

47 patches on the left, pet shoulder, pet in all the bike

Tryin to go whole package it’s over, over flow and pot hoes,

But .. is not nose, … but my nigga we too cold,

Took a step to the play, reason when they take the pay

I’m the type of nigga let you stay, but you can’t have my place,

Real niggas in the state ..right as base shit,

Looking for the cows on this steady place,

Making new scenarios, labels cop me place

Don’t try to blame me as you get away

And your mind and then you create .. achieve

But we better concentrate, under blow like f*ck the dough,

But you so wet, but you think I got my bucket for,

Thought in all these hoes and everything must go,

Know this counts nigga pay top shelf,

You know like you keeping pushing out

I don’t need your help 47, uh it ain’t over mine

Yeah we runnin’ low key, represent the OG’s

I can’t do it no more ‘cause the vision kind of blury

Fick nigga that make it and pop niggas that take it,

With that lead be shit a little nigga tryin’ escape it,

Real niggas that fake it, let me rock in coming down shit

Coming down to guarantee then the more holy ground,

47 holdin’ grounds, shout f*ck is going round,

This the last drowning and I guarantee you that,

F*cker, f*ckers, high

It’s 47 ..

Your first to be killed and probably splat in your abs

I’m back in the labs I .. like the American flag

Land of the free so why the f*ck I’m still in the trap

Well well now would you listen to that

And this world that live with you I can’t even trust my own fam

Ripping all in your flash like I’m just an old scab , Its sad .. this come

Throw em in the back body of course, and body the force

Prove points just to stunt the score, they can’t see me but my third eye in ..

I’m down to earth tough, I’m hotter than course

Solo platches I’m lying the long listen to me ball, boss

Yo yo, lord up the chopper pop the rock the head is stop you from block you my chocolate

Spittin’ since the hot lovers so proper

I’m hittin’ the shots just to knock you quicker than coppers and coolers for all of my partners

Nothing new Catanas we have it all, what you want it already know

And come the .. with your stomach, won’t even run but love it

Will be gun thuggin f*ck buzzin up

We straight muggin’ up tracks fall back and tax say rap

Used to crap rap motherf*cker dumb for rider at at.

Thanks to g for correcting these lyrics