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(800 Hertz) Rise up the thing and BOW, dead Let's ding right round Slap P's for a tech-no watch but I'm able to bust that down 9 gang circle around (Mmhmm) Rise up the ting and BOW, dead We crash on peds .44 in the back, let's ding right round Slap P's for a tech-no watch but I'm able to bust that down No way we don't do no square routes 9 gang circle around On my block there's a T meeting tell my young boy circle around Ain't my luck if the ting don't sneeze don't care if it's P's I'm bruckin' it down Don't flex and chill with the opps then think that everything Chris like Brown 9 boys pop up with skengs, both sides no trace and we're lurkin' your town You don't know about stress on a ride With a Samurai, holdin' my waist and fidget And if we buck opps like bells in a skeng Reverse it back and then wig it I'm speakin' facts, I don't chat shit on the trap, man live it (Mm) ******, ******, booted your mumsie's yard All now, that son didn't chippin' (Baow) All of my favourite pagans locked in the wok Now I'm beefin' clowns and chickens Back then I was young with the Smithton— So I ain't gotta prove no points Letras de cancionesReal gangsters don't need to talk 'bout drillings I made some cake to my name This paper attracted a load of women I'm a natural thug so the ladies love how I'm winning Feds took both of the waps, that's a big expense Now half of my team on the bench It's sad 'cause the opp boys think they got booters More time, they ain't been bent, listen, Free Chapo We were in the bando plottin' things, it's ments Opps get watered daily, dare man, circle around And you're gonna get drenched, splash, wet up Rise up the ting and baow, deh deh We crash on peds .44 in the back, let's ding right round Slap P's for a tech No watch but I'm able to bust that down No way, we don't do no square routes 9 gang, circle around On my block, there's a T meeting Tell my young boy, "Circle around" Ain't my luck if the ting don't sneeze Don't care if it's P's, I'm bruckin' it down Don't flex and chill with the opps Then think that everything criss like Brown 9 boys pop up with skengs, both sides No trace and we're lurkin' your town I'm slappin' up fools and pressurin' clowns If we buck into opps on a trip then I'm duckin' him down Reverse, reverse in Lands, don't drive and circle around (Buss it) Beat off the ting two times, windows rewind cah the corn too loud This bitch got two piercings on the tip of her tongue, keep 'uckin' it down Bad bitch keep toppin' it down (Sloshes) Brooms and mops, random bops cah the beef is real Pattern the drill then leave no trace You don't wanna get locked in the Thame’ or ‘Ville Reverse that redrum, make her leg numb, you can tek this drill Chat shit with your veteran, we can test them if the pagans feel Listen, look, break that grub, my Lyca too blingy Trap and get giddy, 9 gang pop up and tek man's Lizzy No draw outs on my block cah we're broadway busy (Lurkin') Back them, used to grip a dirty .22's for the opps Now the young boys burst that driggy Young boy, go check The Met, I live what I rap 'bout, don't be silly Rise up the ting and baow, deh deh We crash on peds .44 in the back, let's ding right round Slap P's for a tech No watch but I'm able to bust that down No way, we don't do no square routes 9 gang, circle around (Mm) On my block, there's a T meeting Tell my young boy, "Circle around" Ain't my luck if the ting don't sneeze Don't care if it's P's, I'm bruckin' it down Don't flex and chill with the opps Then think that everything criss like Brown 9 boys pop up with skengs, both sides No trace and we're lurkin' your town I'm slappin' up fools and pressurin' clowns Rise up the ting and baow, deh deh We crash on peds .44 in the back, let's ding right round Slap P's for a tech No watch but I'm able to bust that down No way, we don't do no square routes 9 gang, circle around On my block, there's a T meeting Tell my young boy, "Circle around" Ain't my luck if the ting don't sneeze Don't care if it's P's, I'm bruckin' it down Just fuckin' about, haha (800 Hertz) From Letras Mania