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Data di rilascio: 02.01.2020
Limiti di età: 18+
Linguaggio delle canzoni: inglese
Django |
Swerve round on double L’s |
And my young boys juice their rambos |
Half-Birds no Nandos |
Lock coke whip dat like… |
Tryna stretcher them youts, but I still gotta make work stretch |
Count checks, can’t take no checks |
Press waps and work gets pressed |
Zeds go, til nothings left, (gone) |
Should of been doing cash |
But these nerds talking wass got man over there instead |
If a man done me wrong then I’d want a man gone |
Not sure how they talk to Feds, (snitches) |
Couldn’t make that stuff make sense |
Pree’d them guys playing fence |
Had the team all out attack and saw them man play defense |
Long time I’ve seen my friends |
Them times step double skengs (twinning) |
I’m getting drops on opps and tryna jog one up on them (solo) |
And tryna drill one up on dem |
Full time Na don’t do part |
They new don’t know the half |
That corner linked the worker |
With this Zed straight out the bath (wet) |
Don’t smoke still wake and bake |
Make bread with zero gluten (paper) |
Big pots that’s Coca dropping |
Work drown like Whitney Houston (drowning) |
Ring, Trap! |
When I get these K’s, the bando |
Swerve around on double L’s |
And my young G’s juice their rambos |
Put grams on backroads |
Then came back home with bankrolls |
Half-birds, no Nandos |
Lock coke whip dat like Django |
Like Quentin Tarantino |
Shoot man live, direct that works |
Ain’t deading beef or talking |
Lifestyle chorus of 'No Words' |
Still rolling in the deep-end |
Fly dem' packs, dispatch these orders |
Then blew up left it written like some authors (ha) |
You’ll know it, if I’m on you |
Trust me you won’t need to ask |
This corn will have you shuffling couldn’t care if you don’t dance |
Like that one cah she leng up |
Good girls going bad like Drake (bad one) |
Ino that ain’t no real love |
She calls me Misch not my name (Misch mash) |
Put hunnas on three hunnas |
Then it’s S.a.d we skr |
Free Smoski that’s a rider |
Stepped out Gooses wit the furr (brr) |
Double s that’s Scribs and Skeng (smoke squad) |
Vouch they’ll get round raising hell (like man) |
My little bro too naughty |
Splashed him ments judge gave him 12 |
Ring, Trap! |
When I get these K’s, the bando |
Swerve around on double L’s |
And my young G’s juice their rambos |
Put grams on backroads |
Then came back home with bankrolls |
Half-birds, no Nandos |
Lock coke whip dat like Django |