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Giggs
Giggs
Stimme und Gesang
Aystar
Aystar
Stimme und Gesang
Tiny Boost
Tiny Boost
Stimme und Gesang
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Giggs
Giggs
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Aaron Ferguson
Aaron Ferguson
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Daniel Collins
Daniel Collins
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James F. Spencer
James F. Spencer
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IV beatss
IV beatss
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6IXVI
6IXVI
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Lyrics

Mhh Yeah (leggo) Yeah, uh What the fuck is all that gossip 'bout? It wasn't us if we ain't shoot him up or chop him down Nah, that ain't my bitch, that's just a toss around I got the streets, though, I'm covering a lot of ground I'm takin' over, yeah, running to that bank And I can't take it slower, came up out the rock Like my name was Hova, mummy raised a king Peckham made a soldier, yeah this thing is ours Like La Cosa Nostra, Coca Cola, baking soda Ah, put the magic in, that's Hocus Pocus Niggas sending shots and I don't even notice True, they're babies to me, I just wipe their noses Pull up with a stick and just do the Moses Put a parting through your wig like he did the ocean, uh My bad, I meant the sea If you ask about mе, I'm everything I'm meant to bе My darg in that jammy got a quarter century My other darg in that trap, he got a quarter of them kis, ah All I do is talk about the streets That rat came home and he got corn within a week Shh, ah, yeah, shouldn't even speak Very short fuse with a very long reach All I do is win, I've had a very long streak Ain't no fillin' my shoes with them feet Me and you ain't size, nigga, don't know who lied to ya I can see the bitch behind that twinkle in your eye, nigga Never been my guy if I ain't done that do or die with ya I won't say slatt but for that pack you get slimed, nigga In the bin, no strap, just an ice picker, yeah And I got money on my mind, nigga Hundred racks, straight cash, that's a nice figure, ah I'm still gang, I ain't no side switcher Niggas switchin' sides, they ain't got no backbone Lil' nigga, I'm in the bits with a bulldog with no backbone That phone's rang twice, nigga don't be callin' that no traphone See me lying down with a MAC prone, if it's beef, you don't want that smoke Get dragged in a Jeep, left in the street, all bloody and weak It's bloody and peak, if I pull up with the something with buttons and squeeze Yeah, got you duckin' from sweets Now I'm duckin' from police, on the run from the beef Won't forget it Niggas out here so pathetic Thinkin' that it's copasetic Boxed in like a sandwich, niggas gon' baguette it Glocks out and 'em ballys, niggas gon' regret it Box him, chicken sandwich, niggas gon' fillet it, yeah Oh, you want a challenge? Niggas known to set it Keys like DJ Khaled, niggas known to get it Niggas so invalid and they owe me credit Niggas picking sides and they flippin' biased Man clipped up your ride and we slit the tires And man picked up my star and I'm sick and tired Just zipped my flies, I'm the flippin' flyest Niggas tellin' lies and they quick to buy it Niggas gonna die 'cause they quick to try it, yeah Show them hella times but their clique deny it Shot at man in June, he got pitched July-ish Straight up, had to bun him I know that it's sad but nigga had it coming Even when it's winter, niggas brang the sun in Hundred miles of runnin', had to bash his skull in Even when it's boring, niggas add some fun in Finger in her pussy and my thumb in Nigga, I'm the dumbest, brang my gun in They say Hollow's gully and they love him Yeah, lightest talkin' Man ain't talkin' shorts but mandem tried to short him I don't like to talk, just stick my knife and fork in Niggas talkin' powers like they're mighty-morphin' Niggas get it right, I want the nicest portion Who's these little f–s that they like endorsing? Talkin' porky pies, I got the right to pork him Man, that pussy good, that get the right endorphins Niggas switchin' sides, they ain't got no backbone Lil' nigga, I'm in the bits with a bulldog with no backbone That phone's rang twice, nigga don't be callin' that no traphone See me lying down with a MAC prone, if it's beef, you don't want that smoke Get dragged in a Jeep, left in the street, all bloody and weak It's bloody and peak, if I pull up with the something with buttons and squeeze Yeah, got you duckin' from sweets Now I'm duckin' from police, on the run from the beef (skrrt)
Writer(s): Jason Neville Thompson, Joshua Trey Collins, Aaron Davies Ferguson, Daniel Lee Collins, James F Spencer Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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