| Rise up the thing and BOW, dead
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| Let’s ding right round
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| Slap P’s for a tech-no watch but I’m able to bust that down
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| 9 gang circle around (Mmhmm)
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| Rise up the ting and BOW, dead
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| We crash on peds.44 in the back, let’s ding right round
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| Slap P’s for a tech-no watch but I’m able to bust that down
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| No way we don’t do no square routes 9 gang circle around
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| On my block there’s a T meeting tell my young boy circle around
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| Ain’t my luck if the ting don’t sneeze don’t care if it’s P’s I’m bruckin' it
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| down
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| Don’t flex and chill with the opps then think that everything Chris like Brown
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| 9 boys pop up with skengs, both sides no trace and we’re lurkin' your town
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| You don’t know about stress on a ride
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| With a Samurai, holdin' my waist and fidget
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| And if we buck opps like bells in a skeng
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| Reverse it back and then wig it
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| I’m speakin' facts, I don’t chat shit on the trap, man live it (Mm)
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| booted your mumsie’s yard
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| All now, that son didn’t chippin' (Baow)
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| All of my favourite pagans locked in the wok
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| Now I’m beefin' clowns and chickens
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| Back then I was young with the Smithton-
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| So I ain’t gotta prove no points
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| Real gangsters don’t need to talk 'bout drillings
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| I made some cake to my name
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| This paper attracted a load of women
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| I’m a natural thug so the ladies love how I’m winning
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| Feds took both of the waps, that’s a big expense
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| Now half of my team on the bench
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| It’s sad 'cause the opp boys think they got booters
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| More time, they ain’t been bent, listen, Free Chapo
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| We were in the bando plottin' things, it’s ments
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| Opps get watered daily, dare man, circle around
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| And you’re gonna get drenched, splash, wet up
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| Rise up the ting and baow, deh deh
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| We crash on peds
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| .44 in the back, let’s ding right round
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| Slap P’s for a tech
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| No watch but I’m able to bust that down
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| No way, we don’t do no square routes
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| 9 gang, circle around
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| On my block, there’s a T meeting
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| Tell my young boy, «Circle around»
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| Ain’t my luck if the ting don’t sneeze
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| Don’t care if it’s P’s, I’m bruckin' it down
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| Don’t flex and chill with the opps
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| Then think that everything criss like Brown
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| 9 boys pop up with skengs, both sides
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| No trace and we’re lurkin' your town
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| I’m slappin' up fools and pressurin' clowns
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| If we buck into opps on a trip then I’m duckin' him down
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| Reverse, reverse in Lands, don’t drive and circle around (Buss it)
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| Beat off the ting two times, windows rewind cah the corn too loud
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| This bitch got two piercings on the tip of her tongue, keep 'uckin' it down
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| Bad bitch keep toppin' it down (Sloshes)
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| Brooms and mops, random bops cah the beef is real
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| Pattern the drill then leave no trace
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| You don’t wanna get locked in the Thame' or 'Ville
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| Reverse that redrum, make her leg numb, you can tek this drill
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| Chat shit with your veteran, we can test them if the pagans feel
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| Listen, look, break that grub, my Lyca too blingy
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| Trap and get giddy, 9 gang pop up and tek man’s Lizzy
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| No draw outs on my block cah we’re broadway busy (Lurkin')
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| Back them, used to grip a dirty.22's for the opps
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| Now the young boys burst that driggy
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| Young boy, go check The Met, I live what I rap 'bout, don’t be silly
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| Rise up the ting and baow, deh deh
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| We crash on peds
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| .44 in the back, let’s ding right round
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| Slap P’s for a tech
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| No watch but I’m able to bust that down
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| No way, we don’t do no square routes
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| 9 gang, circle around (Mm)
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| On my block, there’s a T meeting
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| Tell my young boy, «Circle around»
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| Ain’t my luck if the ting don’t sneeze
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| Don’t care if it’s P’s, I’m bruckin' it down
|
| Don’t flex and chill with the opps
|
| Then think that everything criss like Brown
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| 9 boys pop up with skengs, both sides
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| No trace and we’re lurkin' your town
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| I’m slappin' up fools and pressurin' clowns
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| Rise up the ting and baow, deh deh
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| We crash on peds
|
| .44 in the back, let’s ding right round
|
| Slap P’s for a tech
|
| No watch but I’m able to bust that down
|
| No way, we don’t do no square routes
|
| 9 gang, circle around
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| On my block, there’s a T meeting
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| Tell my young boy, «Circle around»
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| Ain’t my luck if the ting don’t sneeze
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| Don’t care if it’s P’s, I’m bruckin' it down
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| Just fuckin' about, haha
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| (800 Hertz) |