Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Cadabra Freestyle , by - ABRA CADABRA. Release date: 15.07.2020
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Cadabra Freestyle |
| I bust my gun, don’t think 'bout karma |
| Think 'bout that after I lean wit' it (Lean wit' it) |
| Tryna hit that target |
| Anyone I see I recognise, I’ma blast his rarted |
| He thought he was the only one that had it when he blasted |
| 'Til the mandem barked it |
| Send corn, half the mandem are likkle boys, not even half are man (Not even |
| half are man) |
| We don’t wanna talk, manaman are just talkin' (Talkin') |
| We’re not into this talkin' ting, grab machine on this walkin' ting |
| Treat waps like gyal in this clartin' ting |
| Who put the «Oosh"in «Whoosh"and the «M"in «Muhh» |
| And the «W"in «Wee-wee-wee, wee» |
| What you wan' call it? |
| (What you wan' call it?) |
| It don’t matter, any corn that we slap 'round there |
| Know boy definitely be fallin' |
| Slap two in him, make him think God definitely be callin' him |
| It’s us never them in this warring ting |
| They don’t want energy, tryna corn that prick (Never them) |
| Corn for a frenemy, I don’t trust that shit |
| Got 'nuff enemies and we scare them pricks |
| There’s no enemy if I stay with stick (Gang) |
| If I, If I stay with the stick (Grr) |
| If I stay with it and lean with it |
| Dunkirk, Broadwater, N17, man be with it |
| The ding-dong got lifted after bap, bap, bap, bap |
| Hope I never got seen in it |
| You get me? |
| (You know) |
| Real life in this ting, fam, trust me (Grr) |
| Knee deep (Bap), you know |
| Free the whole of the O man |
| O to the death of me, you know |
| O-way or no way (Grr), gang |
| When man creep up, mind your head back, ease up |
| We send corn like delivering pizza |
| I don’t wanna hear, «Philly don’t dance» |
| Cah I made philly dance when I slapped that nina |
| Made man trip up and push their friend |
| Tryna bust that corn now, why you so eager? |
| (Gang) |
| I got my broski’s back when I grab this mash cah I’m his keeper |
| We take trips when we feel like (Gang) |
| They don’t touch none of my G’s (None) |
| We slap, bang when we feel like it |
| Strap up and go ride when we feel like it (Sure) |
| «What you feelin' like?», don’t ask me why we feel like this |
| Them man, they talk tough |
| When we hear it about, we go 'round enough and air out pricks (On gang) |
| I swear my man was cool, how’s he entertaining this now? |
| He’s another nigga we ain’t playin' with |
| catch him, he better stay where he is (Baow) |
| He ain’t even gotta say what it is |
| Wherever he is, he better pray where he is |
| Better have a pillow and a duvet where he is |
| Anywhere we see him, he gotta lay where he is |
| Man’s dangerous, slap man, spontaneous (Anywhere) |
| This badness ain’t contagious |
| Been 'round bare pricks and they’re still the same to us (You know) |
| It weren’t never 'bout the fame for us (Nah) |
| Them man have always had a name to rarse |
| Make money, live life is the aim for us |
| Don’t stop 'til the G’s all papered up (Philly G) |
| I just take it, load it and send it there |
| I don’t show gyal, that’s where they’re on (I don’t) |
| And I always got a change of clothes in my car |
| Just open my boot, put my gear on |
| More time, I’ve got offensive weapons on me |
| So the Metropolitan’s what I’m scared of (Fucking jakes) |
| I just rise it, dump it, skrrr off |
| Who wants to drop next? |
| (Who?) |
| Hand on my heart, they’re wet (Hand on my heart) |
| I swear it gets me vexed the way they chat on the net like none of them’s dead |
| (Haha) |
| None of my bros-dem take check (None of them) |
| As for opps, they ride and get drenched (Gang) |
| Last ride out really went left |
| Made 'em crash their cars on the back hill, stress (Pussies) |
| Lucky none of them dead that day (Ah) |
| Whoever we caught woulda dead that day (Ah) |
| Have you ever watched Rambo? |
| I heard DV and Big A got cheffed that way (Whoosh) |
| And I don’t wanna hear no chat about yout’s sippin' lean on the strip, |
| we done swept that place |
| Just to show that we hate that place, wait |
| How many times did we take that place? |
| Long live Josh, bro swung his knife, you can go ask Swiper (Long live Josh) |
| Free all the lifers (Free all the lifers) |
| Fuck the niners |
| Best do the dash like Turner |
| Get bun like Jojo and get write off (Gang) |
| I see man screaming out, «Out 'til late» |
| But his hand didn’t work, just sign off (Pussy), gang |
| How many times did the strip get clean up? |
| (Grr) |
| With a broom, got sweet up |
| I’m on the opp block district with a big ting tryna bun a next eediat (Gang) |
| We’re delivering corn, you could never respawn, tryna run when they see us (Run) |
| Don’t slip, bro, you best keep up |
| My head’s hot, tryna leave a man steam up |
| Swing that, dig it and turn it (Whoosh) |
| Go spin that dinger, reverse it |
| Who’s that? |
| Slap that, burst him |
| 'Nuff man woulda got corn up that day if the wap did never stop workin' (Minor) |
| Minor, we’re still purgin' (Ha) |
| Tryna bill a next up and curl him (AB) |
| You know (Grr, bap, bap, bap) |
| Oh, yeah |
| You know the ting already |
| (I love Chris Rich) |
| Ayy, spin this coupe |
| I just seen suttin' |
| Shoulda never been in vids |
| If I’d have seen you, it wouldn’t be nothin' (It wouldn’t be nothin') |
| Grr, I want squeeze suttin' |
| Bad man don’t squeeze for nothin' |
| Bad man don’t bang this rasheen for fun |
| You ain’t never bust corn, you’re a liar |
| None of them pussies are riders |
| When we pull up in the evening, creepin' |