| These yutes can’t chat to my team
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| Swear on my life, they ain’t did what we did
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| Opp blocks, these clips do hang
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| Holding about twenty-five or six
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| Gun Boyz
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| Man don’t fight like Hulk
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| I grab my hammer like Thor
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| How many man been smoked?
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| I swear been more than four
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| [Chorus: ST,
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| Oboy
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| These yutes can’t chat to my team
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| Swear on my life, they ain’t did what we did
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| Opp blocks, these clips do hang
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| Holding about twenty-five or six
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| Gun Boyz
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| Man don’t fight like hulk
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| I grab my hammer like Thor
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| How many man been smoked?
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| I swear been more than four
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| Shouts out my batch
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| How much times have we tapped up flats?
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| Search and destroy on the opps
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| That’s me Ttrap and Sav
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| Still In Skengs, We Trust on the ride
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| I trust this mash
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| Or do it old school
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| That’s push bike mould with fuck off shanks
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| Still doing it in town
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| Even though the cameras are HD’d off
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| Niggas love dash
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| When they hear three car doors getting popped
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| Splashed him silly
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| They give mans work to a next mans block
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| Ten plus when we splash
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| They wipe my nank on the victims top
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| He got splashed at the party
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| I swear his bro had a brand new .40
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| With bad intentions
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| How many times have we stepped out sporty?
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| I put my life on this four-door truck
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| Any half-hearts can’t step with me
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| If you heard suttin got chinged
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| Or suttin got whacked, it was probably we
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| Step round there on S.a.D
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| Search & Destroy their team
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| Barbeque settings, it’s frying
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| .44 long in my DSquared2 jeans
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| Peng ones loving the gang
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| Ten out of ten, and they love sixties
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| How you still screaming gang
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| When your friend got splashed and you left the scene?
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| These yutes can’t chat to my team
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| Swear on my life, they ain’t did what we did
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| Opp blocks, these clips do hang
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| Holding about twenty-five or six
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| I’ve hanged out the ride in the A
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| Hang out the ride in the four
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| Say they want war
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| Talk on my name on tracks
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| Suck on your mum, she a whore
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| I’ve been in the ride, wapped up
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| Skengs galore, ching man up
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| Main road not juice man spill
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| It’s blood man pour
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| On a opp block mans lurking
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| On a opp block mans taking tours
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| Still in Kennington
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| I ain’t lacking
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| I’ll wet man’s skeleton
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| Golden one she suck my one
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| Her neck come long like pelican
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| True say I throw die b’s
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| Could be in Brixton
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| Could be shh
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| Punk’s keep drawing me out, I’m tired
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| You twats, I keep on telling ‘em
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| James Bond waves wands
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| I swear my big bro’s deading him
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| Shell it at a bitch-boys whip
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| Fuck dat, I should’ve shelled more
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| CrashersK, man crash on the fours
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| It’s the Kuku bop, just watching my Kuku bop
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| Turn your girlfriend to a whore
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| Man take that bitch to a bando
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| Then fuck out her jaw
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| I swear these yutes would’ve turned off
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| If they witnessed the shit I saw
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| Chinese bae when I wet man
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| Spinelli, she come like a sword
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| Man don’t fight like Hulk
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| I grab my hammer like Thor
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| How many man been smoked?
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| I swear been more than four
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| Step with the Horrid1
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| You should’ve seen what the 12 gauge done
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| Lick out a mans back, turn that scene to rum
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| See my man on the ride, he ain’t worth it, bro ching mans bum
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| (arsehole)
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| I ain’t tryna get caught with this wap, sitting in the jail with scums
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| Two litre when man comes
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| The last time nearly went dumb
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| Should’ve got mans Headie like One
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| My man try run
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| His twin shots, now man drunk
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| Numerous times
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| How many times have we done these punks?
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| Seen gun boyz on the ride
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| Before I get back up and blows man’s skunk
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| Boom, baw-baw in the place
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| Drillers in the car, we’ll leave man dumped
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| Old school push bike mould
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| Me and my bro, tryna slap one
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| Now four-door truck take risk
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| Me and my bro, selection of guns
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| [Chorus: ST,
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| Oboy
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| These yutes can’t chat to my team
|
| Swear on my life, they ain’t did what we did
|
| Opp blocks, these clips do hang
|
| Holding about twenty-five or six
|
| Gun Boyz
|
| Man don’t fight like Hulk
|
| I grab my hammer like Thor
|
| How many man been smoked?
|
| I swear been more than four
|
| These yutes can’t chat to my team
|
| Swear on my life, they ain’t did what we did
|
| Opp blocks, these clips do hang
|
| Holding about twenty-five or six
|
| Gun Boyz
|
| Man don’t fight like Hulk
|
| I grab my hammer like Thor
|
| How many man been smoked?
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| I swear been more than four |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Gxn Boyz , by - R6. Song from the album Search & Destroy, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп