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(Ew, Sillz, this shit's fire) (D-D-D-Doro, the chief) (sixty-eight, baby) Bak Baby severim pahalı Paraları döktür hadi yağdır Kolumda AP bayağı bi' ağırmış 5000 Pound'a olursun target Yo, we wavey, makinemi severim, baby Shit go pop like crack in the eighties Hit don't miss, now your head's lookin' faded-- Bak Baby severim pahalı Paraları döktür hadi yağdır Kolumda AP bayağı bi' ağırmış 5000 Pound'a olursun target Yo, we wavey, makinemi severim, baby Shit go pop like crack in the eighties Hit don't miss, now your head lookin' faded Bruck it down, babe, don't go too low Gotta big back, tell her, "Don't go slow" Got my rambo locked up in my coat Shaved a opp boy, tell him, "Hold that," yo Bruck it down, babe, don't go too low Gotta big back, tell her, "Don't go slow" Got my rambo locked up in my coat Shaved a opp boy, tell him, "Hold that," yo Bunların hiçbiri adam olmaz (-maz, -maz, -maz, -maz) Siktir et yavrum kafa yorma Sabahlar oldu karakolda Sen bak dalgana ben taraf olmam Para peşinde ve kafam onda Susmuyo' yine bak telefonlar Big bro, free 19'unda Her zaman aynı yolumuzda Sırtım sağlam seni korusunlar Lan orospu gibiler konuşurlar Bak bela her zaman omuzumda Taşıdım Londra'yı omuzumda Tayfam Leyton konumunda Bulaşan atlasın uçurumdan On kağıda kafanı uçururlar I got the waps on deck, let's get to the ridin' (Brrt) All of this beef, my young boys glidin' (Yeah) Take your side 'cause the bullets start flyin' (Baow) Come out your yard, I can see 'dem hidin' (Come out) You can get sweet from the four like dicin' You can get sweet from the four, like, what? You can get sweet from the four, like-- I know they don't like me, punch one up Come one-on-one fight me Get man down for talkin' 'bout my team (Baow, baow) Get man down for talkin' 'bout my team, oi (Get down) I get glidin', takin' risks, wanna Keep shinin', takin' trips, wanna (Brrt) Won't stop till I'm stinkin' rich Want two in the bros and let that rip Comin' like Tarzan (Jungle boy), bizi ne sandın? Hadi git yarra'm, konuşur anca Uğraşamam ben valla Yatağımda kızım kıskanma They don't like that ganja, crocodile teeth on the shotgun Bunlar hoplar, ışıktan kaçarım ancak Gyal get crazy when they touch my blow Dance the bunda, babe, bring that close Georgia my .9, it's takin' souls No designer, can't burn them clothes In the grey dinger, active mode If the gyal talkin', fuck that ho Give the opp thot that dick and go Streets know, won't ride on my own Bak Baby severim pahalı Paraları döktür hadi yağdır Kolumda AP bayağı bi' ağırmış 5000 Pound'a olursun target Yo, we wavey, makinemi severim, baby Shit go pop like crack in the eighties Hit don't miss, now your head lookin' faded Bruck it down, babe, don't go too low Gotta big back, tell her, "Don't go slow" Got my rambo locked up in my coat Shaved a opp boy, tell him, "Hold that," yo Bruck it down, babe, don't go too low Gotta big back, tell her, "Don't go slow" Got my rambo locked up in my coat Shaved a opp boy, tell him, "Hold that," yo (Ew, Sillz, this shit's fire)
Writer(s): M9, Myndless Grimes, Nota Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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