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Oh in my gun I've got 6 shots It's all fun and games 'till they hit opps You know the bando is haunted aaahhh You know the bando is haunted My neighbours are pissed off Bike wheels keep turnin' Rubber rubber rubber burnin' Ring ring on my graft phone I got the punt(?) and it still serves it Ay la' it's a massacre With FTR 'cause we murder Lil' man's got the rrr-bow With the rrr-bow be a purger I'm the type to get it done I'll turn up at your ma's gaff Like bitch wheres your son Better bring him to this door Before your skin-head gets done Why you love runnin' them gums That's why we're at your drum Like ayy, get outside lad The other side ain't bad Two FTMers on a dirt bike That's two members with waps Letras de cancionesLook last week they had no dough So this week they hit the graft For the riches, fuck the rats Pull up, hop out and bang P-p-pull up, hop out and bang All that shit it don't matter I got twenty two in this wapper And one thousand grams on your napper Scouse trappin' Tremzy I'm a trapper Oldschool hit a goldmine Now little rats gonna hold nine Look kid I know your history You're a crack head like your old man I just robbed your plug Now I'm joggin', I'm joggin In the graft house baggin' Os Bag-baggin' up dozens Now I'm joggin', I'm joggin In the graft house baggin' Os Bag-baggin' up dozens Oh in my gun I've got 6 shots It's all fun and games 'till they hit opps You know the bando is haunted aaahhh You know the bando is haunted My neighbours are pissed off Bike wheels keep turnin' Rubber rubber rubber burnin' Ring ring on my graft phone I got the punt(?) and it still serves it Ay la' it's a massacre With FTR 'cause we murder Lil' man's got the rrr-bow With the rrr-bow be a purger The money's the root of the evil We all still fuckin' love it P-p-posted up with Makarov That's my Russian cousin Three to eight, old-school days Four to five paranoid days Sleepin' with that metal stake R.I.P my brother Dray I take these cougars on the daily One's fourty-five and thirty-eight Thirty-eight she cannot wait She wants that food up on her plate Fourty-five, she looks so shy She wants that money out your safe Both of them get what they want Hit the move and skrr away Rubber rubber rubber burnin' Rubber rubber rubber burnin' (Oh in my gun I've got 6 shots It's all fun and games 'till they hit opps You know the bando is haunted aaahhh You know the bando is haunted aaahhh) Oh in my gun I've got 6 shots It's all fun and games 'till they hit opps You know the bando is haunted aaahhh You know the bando is haunted My neighbours are pissed off Bike wheels keep turnin' Rubber rubber rubber burnin' Ring ring on my graft phone I got the punt(?) and it still serves it Ay la' it's a massacre With FTR 'cause we murder Lil' man's got the rrr-bow With the rrr-bow be a purger From Letras Mania