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We gon do a bag of man On your block we about to cause jahanam x2 Yo, dirty look how times changed, use to roll with a bag of man and now we got to get that shit it five ways Link man up on five ways, gotta dice this pack down Its fucked now, look how that lives changed Thinking how the times changed, half of my times gone, i couldn't make the time stay Up in cunch with the fine yay I check my ummah, hit the jummah on the Friday Is he a friend or a foe? (foe) How would i know? (know) If he got touched would he let that ting blow I don't know, i be chilling in my county Likkle brothers we was locking of that country show It was ? raps, then we made gas Now it's straight paigans, i'm only talking facts Mac 10, walk with that, brothers know i'm talking facts All your brothers falling back, they don't wanna talk to that Dag what you reckon, hit them with a wesson Fuck it man will stretch him, leave his marj stressing Letras de canciones Man I'll stretch him like Armstrong Every other day i ask the lord 'where my dargs gone' So i check wavey, they don't wanna know what dargs on Watch were your selling and your buying all your hard from ? truth, can't even complain, fam i buy my ting loose I'm rolling with m, believe me, i ain't talking loose Got a young boy and all he wanna do is shoot, clutching on his duce He be clutching the duce, you know my boy bangs All my dargs talking the truth man are boy gangs All them yutes talking salose man are boy bands Man will roll up dark in the coop, and let that toy bang Them niggers new edition, been up on the road for long his pack got finessed Thinking were his parcels gone Then i 3 bang the ting, i tell him that the talkings long Hit him with 3 mans only tryn to clart his dons I love crime, I've been criming from the 90's In my high top trainers or my nikes Back then wrapping kippa Move so much crow, yeh my nickname was flippa Had so much beef had me rolling with my dipper Them brothers broke they got imaginary funds They in there hood rapping about imaginary guns (little dickheads) I could never snitch on a friend, when i was young i didn't snitch on my imaginary ones And i still touch the hood daily, always for a side breast Rolling with my dutty i could make a pussy side-step My nigga up in cunch with like 5 z, love it when he whips it, he ain't never bust a Pyrex You could catch me ? for a five, but i ain't nothing like solo Rolling in the subs, hes talking blacked out polo's Shots in my pocket yeh its looking like rolo's Kitty want a pic, fuck it you can get a photo Running to the funds, but my name ain't kojo So we done talking then, any violations man will lift it though his cardigan, tell your darg to warn his friend We gon do a bag of man, on your block we about to cause jahanam From Letras Mania