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Ayy, back your bro, don't spectate He watched when I digged at his best mate's chestplate White tent wanna lock off that estate I bet say if corn get fling, that's red tape (Yeah) Violent, violent, let man tone it I had shh and that like "Where's my waps?" Duh, course I stole it She chat too much, made a next one hold it (Haha) Told them "Don't get comfy" And go go bruck that dots, had her back bit open Left in the ring, now the sweets dem swollen Now I'm rolling, handgun, shots golden Fivе door hatchback, lurk in the ***** Five man dash back, might be a hashtag Lay low, bro just chingеd up Fabz Yo, I really wanna kill this gasbag I told little stizzy to go be the lookout (Look) Cah I ain't tryna lose this telly Ask Unknown T, my celly If I had my man lookin' like Nelly I chinged my man on house block four Turn that wing to a Hotspur (Done him up) No Tottenham but it came from a farm Same size as my arm, it's a Mossberg See a opp right thurr Letras de cancionesAnd get chingy, chingy, chingy (Don't leave him) My gun dem with me, my gun den fi me Give me my thingy and let me get flingy (Yeah) Ya see it? Ya see me? (Yeah) We got a big dilemma Bait main road, bro don't know better Looked at bro like, "It's whatever, it's whatever, it's whatever" He let that go like, "It's whatever, it's whatever, it's whatever" Bait main road like, "It's whatever, it's whatever, it's whatever" It's whatever, it's whatever, it's whatever Yo, whatever the weather, I'm steppin' whenever I'm madder than ever Ruin his sweater, put two in the 'Retta They're copying me 'cause I'm doing it better Left my block with a pum pum revver Can't come Aitch or the killy dem dead up One hand in, can't get the left leg up They're drawing me in, they don't want me to step out Wait, that's him, I swear? (What?) Where? Right thurr (Oh, yeah) Jump out, try put him in a coffin Hop back in and swerve Where's my yat? (Where's my yat?) I'm burst (Yeah, yeah) Last night was a blur (Blur) Pree the watch (Bling), burr (Bling) I'm about to go clear See a opp right thurr And get chingy, chingy, chingy (Don't leave him) My gun dem with me, my gun den fi me Give me my thingy and let me get flingy (Yeah) Ya see it? Ya see me? (Yeah) We got a big dilemma Bait main road, bro don't know better Looked at bro like, "It's whatever, it's whatever, it's whatever" He let that go like, "It's whatever, it's whatever, it's whatever" It's whatever, it's whatever, it's whatever It's whatever, it's whatever, it's whatever From Letras Mania