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So much ink in the ting Is it a pen or a strap? So much opp on the block That's why man got tanned So much gyal turned freak Always preeing man So much P in the box Man just call that bank Yo, why does man wanna call my bluff When I know that he's not on stuff? I was out here straight with the mob Grabbed that, couple man's shirt got tore Mandem thought I was gonna say rob Man better know that I'm on some stuff Came on road with the dirty grub Had a little beef with a couple of thugs Dem man dere tried duck me out Till I turned round and put man down G-O-N-Z to the O Catch me out here in Levi's clothes Smelling of cro Your girl wants some, man, I be like "no" I'm my own star with my friends dem Niggas better know I'm never stressing Bodyslam man like wrestling Letras de cancionesI don't know who the ras that you're testing If I can't catch you, chef up the best friend, whoa Gonz gonna put man straight on his toes Don't care if you do road or obes Whole of the team keep it sho Man out here not tryna be broke Man out here just tryna make dough Money upfront I want five bags daily inside my Levi's Yeah That's a two-five stack on each side I put food in the mouth to some big man moving like babies Now they wanna bite hands and talk rough That's why I cannot rate these guys Shoulda let 'em starve or freeze, I'll bark and screech They ain't got recep' and talk is cheap So I'm gonna make sure that the job done first time, burst mine And I've got YGs with a bag full of alkaline A straw and [?] So I ain't even gotta do nuttin', I just send 'em there But I leave through the front like dem man dere I ain't dem man, where were they when I handle it? I was chilling on the left [?] stairs, ask Pozer And I'm what dem man fear so they talk Burning ears is the only [?] 'Cause I really pepper [?] Don't need pepper for wings and chips Peng girl giving man things and bits White girl with no pussy or tits Black ting leave man covered in blood, take the piss and survive But a bag is where you'll shit And I ain't even on all that 'cause I know they'll snitch Duppy man and roll to his night night, you know what it is Fix me a plate, fix me a drink Gyal try wine on me but I'm cool cuh I dance with my ting And I'll light up the hall when her arse on this ting Mad Max, juju man but don't ask for my ring So much ink in the ting Is it a pen or a strap? So much opp on the block That's why man got tanned So much gyal turned freak Always preeing man So much P in the box Man just call that bank The setup round here's all different RIP to my pagans, I miss them I found it fun lurking, tryna get them Oh well, onto the next, who's with them? Are you with them? If they say they are, we'll wig them No ikkle man round here, just big them Man ah roll up and spliff them Are you with them? Rhetorical question, already saw you with them Death by association, hitmen Throw you in the trash but we ain't no bin men Work in the bando, clean that right up All my niggas trap and they whip that right up Big back ting, tell her mop that right up Man got amm, am I like that? Five Star Gen, general five star Tool go wild, have you niggas doing high jumps Shit leave you effed up, fuck your whole life up Man's got toast to retire man's lineup Think you need to kick back, dargy, your time's up Back from the jailhouse, pour me a champers Me and ACE come shut down your campus Pigs on my back like hoods on jumpers Nah, I don't star with these actors Pussy boy, what? Why you acting, actress? Team stay tight like bras on a fat bitch Aim at your headback, leave man canvas Got no manners, pardon my actions Man play dirt on the field, that's foulness Big .44, buzz, buzz, ring Mandem know where your house is Bruddas do traps, bruddas got packs See, dem packs are the loudest Dem man are rats, dem man slack Dem man sit like couches Been out here from when I was a young G Done know that these niggas wanna slump me Done know that these jakes wan' lock me Couldn't give a toss 'cause I roll with my army Tizzy Gang, that's my team Don't give a fuck, I will tear your spleen Tear your spleen, yeah, I'm out for the green Out for the green so I hit that trap Hit that trap and I ain't coming back Ain't coming back till I've got that stack Back to the ends where I'm gonna go splash Phone up bro, ask for the MAC Told him already, this yout's getting whacked Couldn't give a fuck if he's rolling with his mumzy Still beat the ting off just like a junkie This ain't the game, this ain't Jumanji Don't go fuck with me when I'm with the 45 brucky Tay got the ting that'll certainly slump G From Letras Mania