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Gotcha Slide in whips, slide in six, they ain't wanna slide in DM's Pricks, them boy there punks, can't wait 'till I see 'em, see 'em They know about pain like Liam, his GM (Chinged) Got done in the PM Pree him, they just wanna meet and greet them Leave them, I just wanna meet and beat 'em I'm at the cash point waiting for addicts It's 12 o'clock at night, when the Giro comes, I'm there with the package Trapping, feds tryna stop me from rapping, mad ting, I don't wanna hear that chattings (You know) They had me in the docks, sweating, stressing, chatting 'bout shooting and stabbings Has-beens, washed up guys get patterned .44 long, .32's and dot-dots, bare smoke in the room, not hotbox Jailhouse ting, that's hash on hotbox, jailhouse ting, tuna and hot pots (Like, baby stop it, dotty too long, man cop then chop it Talk about trap but you make no profit, made history, Gun Lean, can't top it) I went 'round with the skeng on F, and came back with the skeng on E (Bu-boom) Now I've gotta fill it with shell, no petty, this semi-auto ain't fully auto (Ain't clean, pull up and spray like Mr Sheen This handting ain't got a beam but I greased her down, now she slaps off clean) Digga D, I'm a well known bandit, bandit Two got hit with one, could've been a double M like Mixtape Madness (Bu-boom) Can't wait 'till me and them link up, pull up at drink ups, letting of handting's Letras de cancionesSide by side in the ride, no ramping, that's five guys with chings, ay, crampings (Ching) I play too much Black Ops 2 and do more than you, bro, what is your ranking? Had mans bae on a vizzy and calling my tizzy while doing up wanking (Haha) In the T with B, man's vamping, panting Dust up jakes in the landing, tandem, buss that case, outstanding (Gang) Should I chill or kill? One foot out but still one hand in .44 long, .32's and dot-dots, bare smoke in the room, not hotbox Jailhouse ting, that's hash on hotbox, jailhouse ting, tuna and hot pots (Like, baby stop it, dotty too long, man cop then chop it Talk about trap but you make no profit, made history, Gun Lean, can't top it) I went 'round with the skeng on F, and came back with the skeng on E (Bu-boom) Now I've gotta fill it with shell, no petty, this semi-auto ain't fully auto (Ain't clean, pull up and spray like Mr Sheen This handting ain't got a beam but I greased her down, now she slaps off clean) I don't wanna hear about them man, when they hear skengs bang, run off with ten man (Dash) Talk, talking a lot on live chat, can't wait to sight man, boy you ain't like that Hiding, I'm up front, they're right back Despite that, pull up at gaffs then light that Hijack any man's gyal and pipe that My bad, broski come get your wife back (Come get her) Man talk crud from a distance, go tell the fans what I done to your siblings (Splash) Fishing, most of the opps been swimming, six in the spin so you know I ain't missing (Bow) Active, don't mad me, get splashed This dotty inhale mans frass Headshot gang, release my shank Ain't on piss, them boy are just jank .44 long, .32's and dot-dots, bare smoke in the room, not hotbox Jailhouse ting, that's hash on hotbox, jailhouse ting, tuna and hot pots (Like, baby stop it, dotty too long, man cop then chop it Talk about trap but you make no profit, made history, Gun Lean, can't top it) I went 'round with the skeng on F, and came back with the skeng on E (Bu-boom) Now I've gotta fill it with shell, no petty, this semi-auto ain't fully auto (Ain't clean, pull up and spray like Mr Sheen This handting ain't got a beam but I greased her down, now she slaps off clean) I'm cheeky and bad, I'm like 22 with 200 bags (Bags) Don't get the kid mad, the mach-ine get grabbed, I roll up and bang, bang Splash it, everyone knows what I'm on Who's next? Most of my opps been done All my old friends are jokes, same way, anything B get smoked Badman far when badman pull up Skengs on deck boy, don't get cook up Russ with the Rush, bredrin still [?] Six figure nig', still making mula Everyone's garn' make everyone leave Hold this arm, she taking this D If suttin' gets dropped, carry on this beef Come fuck with a t'ug cah your man ain't the chief .44 long, .32's and dot-dots, bare smoke in the room, not hotbox Jailhouse ting, that's hash on hotbox, jailhouse ting, tuna and hot pots (Like, baby stop it, dotty too long, man cop then chop it Talk about trap but you make no profit, made history, Gun Lean, can't top it) From Letras Mania