Letras

I-I-I-I-I love— Bad one she's Brazilian Hold this wap no talk no fidgeting Money on the road like TG Miliian Choke on this blade like he just ate cinnamon Any opp boy I see I'm drilling them Glide on the opp's 10 toes get rid of them Everyone knows the TP's billing them, grilling them Back this blade move diligent Bad one she's Brazilian Hold this wap no talk no fidgeting Money on the road like TG Miliian Choke on this blade like he just ate cinnamon Any opp boy I see I'm drilling them Glide on the opps 10 toes get rid of them Everyone knows the TP's billing them, grilling them Back this blade move diligent I had the big blade in my hand whilst running him down I had the opp boys snitching I push my ZK in him, screaming out bill him I make sure the rambo's in him T Boy with the kitchen Uncle E With the big ting circle around on a quick ting Two dot dots in the ride and a spin ting see an opp boy from far - Doctor who, he can't save you, back this dot if I'm on to you A-rab there with a full .42, Ish got the mic and you know that's true Blaze with the blade so you can't come through Slide in the Nizz hands up don't move Slide in the Nizz hands up don't move Any opp boy I see I shave For a bro man back that blade When I scored that point, I don't celebrate Anonymous drills we don't need no fame Gang link up then slide for your mates Smoke squad jump out bang all day I didn't tap once when I let that spray And it weren't no paint that's a red estate Why the opps try rap they're lying Try say the gang ain't riding Why do you think that them man ain't sliding They don't want death but I said it's all timing Hands in the air pale face they're miming Back that Glock try aim at eye lids Back that Glock try aim at Where's your right hand when the beefs intense Hiding, he don't want to meet his death Lying, he don't want to rise that skeng Teeth in the dots and the ramz won't bend Two shotguns in the ride we're riding Where's your friend, guess what we can't find him Get punched up in jail like Tyson Then do a drill and lay low from trident They say that I'm too much to handle Now I'm out here fashion week like bangles If not, then I'm grabbing the handle Play that juice gone spill like tango Then ghosty out the scene to the bando Jump on the beat shell it off like Blanco Jump on the beat shell it off like Blanco On the glide with bro we're twinning Two waps up got my fingers twitching Turnpike Lane ain't bros they're siblings Touch one of mine that's gloves and kitchens Mask on face cause the opps are snitching Ask your mate how he got them stitches Them man act like they've seen some piglets Me and bro went from rags to riches You thought I was joking like Kevin No big man that's straight in your heart Send an opp boy straight up to heaven Spinner on E, could've blammed his clart 19 plates so I gotta press start Gotta press these runts tryna act all hard Talk too much man will like that blast Talk too much but they hide in yards I got too much love for my section Touch on a man and get sent up heaven With the 7 don't bend like Beckham Straight in your back two times like Desmond That is something that he will never mention Never rid once in the T no question, no Never rid once in the T no question Bro puts dots on heads like acne Sadly, I got him to quick that's splashy Cali, put him in a zoot I'm happy Smoke that shit to my lungs in the passy Bad B came round here like a barbie Tappy aim that shit to the heart please Roll in threes, did it in jeans Gimme the drop and I'll rob man's trees Bad one she's Brazilian Hold this wap no talk no fidgeting Money on the road like TG Miliian Choke on this blade like he just ate cinnamon Any opp boy I see I'm drilling them Glide on the opps 10 toes get rid of them Everyone knows the TP's billing them, grilling them Back this blade move diligent Bad one she's Brazilian Hold this wap no talk no fidgeting Money on the road like TG Miliian Choke on this blade like he just ate cinnamon Any opp boy I see I'm drilling them Glide on the opps 10 toes get rid of them Everyone knows the TP's billing them, grilling them Back this blade move diligent Free the gang, free Fire, free Prezy Free Bills, free Eddie, free Mas I-I-I-I-I love Chris Rich
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