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Ayo, hey Brumtown to the West Side We let corn fly Beating off bare 'bine Ayy (Grr) Real shooters Bro said "Come", say no more, say less (ITCH, is that how you're going on, you know?) SN1, man, drop two latex Best friend Weston, yes, let's make mesh Chef them, chef them, blood on the payment I don't why **** lied, this **** guy I put a wap to his head, you should've saw the way he **** cried The engine light just come up on the dash bro asking "What's wrong?" ain't no vehicle expert Used to make girl come O in the morning When she ask "Where?", I say "A quick adventure" (It's cool) Need more nine milli' dentures Bro, don't run man, what's with the leg work? Hold the meds G, just breathe like Skechers Put my shoes on and breeze interceptors You try make him a drink, it was gone in a blink, you know we got Nesquik If I pull up on opps and MM shooting a vid, I ain't moving selective .44 corn is effective, won’t leave sweets on the scene for detectives If the cameraman gets smoked, that's his own fault but that weren't the objective More time I don't even send out text Letras de canciones'Cah Lyca Mobile's tryna limit man's usage Bullingdon I was sending the redbone on free throw to library to grab mans movies It's mad 'cah my brownin's clueless Said "What's with the petrol?", I just done a booting I just laugh to myself on the sly We know what you're on, there's no need to prove it Yo, it's the chorus We don't need no chorus Pull down the .45, lift up the taurus We got a 1-4-1 like some unknown callers, LOL Pick up your borers They need to open saunasthe bleach did eat up my skin like ogres Man still take the risk like Tallerz Jamaican ting, make the food just flush If it's a raid that the jakes try hit (She baddie) And she still get vexed I'm NorthWest 'cause she don't know who persuasion is Three man in a plated whip Pulling up on estates where paigons live (Skrr) And this ting soon get popping Some man ain't shotting, man's saving sticks If I tell yardman lock it, cock it, don't stop 'til you take his wig Them man there, those some brazen pricks Feed them boy corn like some craving kids (Woosh) Chatting to girl and creating fibs Like they don't know who done made it lit And my English gyal want war 'cause she thinks I flew with my Basian bitch My blue foot gyal love me and my lingo Lingo, ooh, she wan' Mandingo As a matter of fact, the bitch went black then left that gringo Look through the window, ain't that *****, though? It is, bro, bingo, let's bill Vimto Spilt some juice, try give man cinco, cinco Bro said his light come better than mine, let's go compare it's simple (Simples) OT trips, I put food in my town like tinsels Pistol filled with bells (Yeah) And watch them all run when it jingles I got stars that twinkle, when the dot-dot banging sprinkles Get man pissed off, shots get licked off Po-po pulled up, pigs got tipped off Them man chat 'nuff, but get stabbed up, never did scab ups, still got picked off Lean and mix, that shit goes tits up, might get dipped up and get switched off Kill Confirmed had peers concerned, that bridge got burned, that prick got ripped off Yo, it's the chorus We don't need no chorus Pull down the .45, lift up the taurus We got a 1-4-1 like some unknown callers, LOL Pick up your borers They need to open saunas The bleach did eat up my skin like ogres Man still take the risk like Tallerz Yo, it's the chorus We don't need no chorus Pull down the .45, lift up the taurus We got a 1-4-1 like some unknown callers, LOL Pick up your borers They need to open saunas The bleach did eat up my skin like ogres Man still take the risk like Tallerz Yo it's the verse We don't need no verse Man rise up, try put him in a hearse Who's that bro? Put it in reverse You get me? Fourth time out of jail Still ain't cut my nails Oh well, fuck you bitch, go to hell Haha From Letras Mania