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EBK Jaaybo - Not Gon Miss Again (Official Visualizer)
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Credits

AUSFÜHRENDE KÜNSTLER:INNEN
EBK Jaaybo
EBK Jaaybo
Stimme und Gesang
KOMPOSITION UND LIEDTEXT
Jaymani Gorman
Jaymani Gorman
Texte
Diego Gonzales
Diego Gonzales
Komponist:in
Edward Dew
Edward Dew
Komponist:in
José Torres
José Torres
Komponist:in
PRODUKTION UND TECHNIK
Jordan McDuffie
Jordan McDuffie
Mastering-Ingenieur:in
Dominic "Shadow" Sanchez
Dominic "Shadow" Sanchez
Mischtechnikerassistent:in
Poke2k
Poke2k
Produzent:in
Juneyuhh
Juneyuhh
Produzent:in
PesoTalk
PesoTalk
Produzent:in
Jacob Stewart
Jacob Stewart
Mischtechnikerassistent:in
Peter A. Barker
Peter A. Barker
Toningenieur:in, 3D-Audio

Lyrics

Ayy, when you first start doin' skits n---a I was killin' shit Bounce out, try to do the most, you gotta feel the skit (Yeah) Yeah, bro don't like bendin' blocks with me 'cause I get ignorant If he somebody that I want, I ain't missin' him We ain't gon' miss again That R.I.P. should've been by your name, you lucky bitch The day we come through and don't hit shit, we gon' come again Ayy, n---s know who I'm comin' with Outstanding member shit, baby If the bitch got a bag, tell the bitch pay me (Yeah) Startin' to love this rapper life, I switch whips daily Just caught a opp lackin' with a ho Fuck it, let me bounce out and do my shit, baby Get your position on your fifth payment Jumped out on him on that block and left that bitch stankin', yeah I love my loc like he my blood But we been spankin' on them Crips lately G member, I choose violence over Bible scriptures Don't need no Google, I'm gon' hop in low to find these n---s For surely gon' slide on you if I hear you slide with n---s, yeah Love him to death, it hurt my soul I gotta slime the n---a (Gotta slime the n---a) Yeah, don't do no playin' on that skit, n---a, walk up Not SukkaK, knock it off until you off one (Yeah) N---a, bend that block right now, get it chalked up We just backdoored the n---a, blood, what's wrong with us? Droppin' bodies like it's nothin', ain't no soul in us Can't take my mama out to eat unless it's poles with us I'm in it waist-deep, shoot a n---a in his face, now he can't see Throat shot, shut his body down, now he can't breathe I'm where the snakes be, it's the snake team Bullet hit his body, but I could've sworn I fazed him Knew he never took a life in his life, so I ain't take him Sendin' n----s to the Father, God save me, 2-1 Ayy, when you first start doin' skits n---a I was killin' shit Bounce out, try to do the most, you gotta feel the skit (Yeah) Yeah, bro don't like bendin' blocks with me 'cause I get ignorant If he somebody that I want, I ain't missin' him We ain't gon' miss again That R.I.P. should've been by your name, you lucky bitch The day we come through and don't hit shit, we gon' come again Ayy, n---s know who I'm comin' with
Writer(s): Jose Torres, Jaymani Gorman, Diego Gonzales, Edward Dew Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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