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Fumez The Engineer
Fumez The Engineer
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TPL
TPL
Künstler:in
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Omizz JoJo
Omizz JoJo
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(Ayo, TI, go brazy on these niggas, man) Fumez The Engineer, Plugged In TPL, TP hell Still by the caster Free YOLO, free Billz Free the conspiracy squad I don't know about I'm on my block from a.m's to p.m's I know they pray that I don't see them, dickhead civilians talking on GMs You chat 'bout waps ain't see them, low all the chatting get straight to the squeezing Really in the field, in the deep end, best not drown like swimming on the weekend Target locked, complete that mission Astro swerving, locking, purging DC gang get random violence Gon' beef with local liars, boys will come, get hit with fire Vengeance like Michael Myers, zombie kid that's coronavirus Get sent to the sky like pilots I don't know how is alive I don't know how is alive I don't know how didn't die when he started riding, it's about time Got shot, man, I heard he cried Two day tappers, how do they survive? We lurk on them, they always hide Touch them buttons and air them binds Dipping, dipping, shotgun blicking, fat boy ran then he got left spilling Juice on mittens, bros on chingings, tools in the trap, get straight to the whipping I'm at Costa chilling, get a latte, tell broski bill it Baby, I don't wine and dine, I'm stuck on the strip tryna clear this nine The cats need their high, they're walking around like Frankenstein Adidas tracksuit, letting off binds, terrorize guys like Jekyll and Hyde They ain't beefing us, he got chinged now they turn to us He got shaved and he got pugged Two in the gauge, I don't give a fuck Rambo blade, I'm wetting them up Aim for his top, I'm leaving him robbed Don't get got and put under subs Bro gets gassed when I phone up the plug Ends and flavours You'll be lying if you say you don't rate us Sticky situation, pull up my pants and give him a shavers I know they think me and O done made it Two million views, still slanging on pavements Opps get touched, I don't know if they're shameless Blade them a waste and I hope it ain't blatant Yo, bro, are you listening? I swear that the gang unlucky Like how many opps got caught in traffic? This shit's so funny Like got caught and got caught, but they stepped on the gas in a hurry Oh, shit, unlucky, he got dished like chicken curry Send shots like Andy Mari, biz times two left the whole scene bloody No, miss, I don't think that I've lost it, but a new Glock, broski done copped it Social beast, just stop it, put six in the spin then pop it I don't chase man down cah I smoke too much, get hit with a pocket rocket (Fumez The Engineer)
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