Bas, EARTHGANG, Dreamville - Jozi Flows lyrics

Bas [Abbas Hamad]

[Bas, EARTHGANG, Dreamville - Jozi Flows lyrics]

It's ice cold

Bitch, it's no problem, you see
How they squad up
I got forty deep at the telly
Block, it got hotter, my nigga got
Caught up, I told him
"Just reach for your celly"
I'm in the bank and I
Go to the office, bitch
I don't go speak to no teller
(Gangsta Grillz, DJ Drama)
That bitch a fed, she gon' tell it
I got a black with Nutella
I feel like white macadamia
I'm just a player
I can't do no better
Bitch, it ain't shit you could tell us
Copped the V and it's Aquafina inside
Same color Tapatío in time
Seen Bassy grow, now I'm in prime
Seen Bassy glow, now I'm in Times Square
Look at me
You might find what you get if
You had taken your time there
Going all next summer, still on my climb
No longer wonder what I might find
Rather cherish how my niggas tell it
50K, I take 'em all to Paris
60K, I take 'em all to Georgia
Life's a bitch, but I still bought her roses
For the still breathin' and for
All she showed us
Bless the burdens 'cause they
Broaden my shoulders
Got God in my corner
Comin' in clear, some orange tones
I know haters abundant
I don't feel 'em none
I been numb to them niggas like Cortisone
Bassy the builder, the cornerstone

If my nigga in a jam
I put a hundred bands up
Ain't servin' underhand
Loyalty, that's all we need
They'll never understand us
They'll never understand

How do you save a man from
Himself? You gon' need help
(Woo)
You gon' need 'Bron, you gon' need Jada
You gon' need Phelps
(David)
Summer breeze, the summer beach
The release get hit, the bricks is stacked
Oh, you's a rider, don't get jacked
That zuzu life, you new to that
So if my nigga in a jam
I bet the gun won't jam up
If they ask me who the shooter
Then we all gon' stand up
Then I pull off on my warrior
The ground don't be the cup
If you kill 'em, got to kill me too
And that's what we call love
Oh shit, huh
Got our eyes on that kid, he could die
Any minute, and he ride for the city
Ooh
(Yeah)
He ain't worried bout no bitch
Got the clip in
His lap, and he ride with the Remi
Oh
(Yeah)
Mama tried to pray for the baby, but the baby
Goin' crazy and the baby gon' spread ya
Yeah
Claimin' you a thug, you a gangster
And you ride with a killers
But it ain't one with you
Try me, I send the ocean to your city (Oh)
Show me just where you're broke
And let me kiss it
(Ha)
Here go my shoulder if you need a visit
Touch him
I'll be there within fifteen minutes
Go in, I'll be reaching at your throat, yeah
(Oh, yeah)
I'm a big bad wolf to the fuckin' goat
Yeah
(Oh, yeah)
OZ if they really want the smoke, oh
(Oh, yeah)
Rabbit, baby girl, it ain't the toe

If my nigga in a jam
I put a hundred bands up
Ain't servin' underhand
Loyalty, that's all we need
They'll never understand us
They'll never understand

This just the warning
Don't make us drop the atomic bomb
Welcome to D-Day

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