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Rah, it's BKay you know You know, you know Rah, it's BKay you know Uh, uh (Yo) Whoosh off safety, beat that Live old corn, let him eat that If she ain't leng then uh-uh, can't jeet that Greet that, told li'l bro "Come sweep that" (Aye take that) Still wan' ten toes on street that, deep that, pretty machine, man treat that (Uh) Ever since "Uno Uno" all these barbies cat me and repeat that Pull up Let it beat like freaks, Glock 17 filled up with sweets Ooh, ah, I ain't seen her in weeks Who that fu-u-up, her pum-pum reeks My south ting [?] 'tween sheets cause she heard bad man just jeets and skeets Just cool, don't step in my sneaks' Italian kids, boy [?] on these Pull up Let it beat like freaks, Glock 17 fillеd up with sweets Ooh, ah, I ain't seen her in weeks Who that fu-u-up, her pum-pum reeks My south ting [?] 'tween sheets cause shе heard bad man just jeets and skeets Just cool, don't step in my sneaks' Italian kids, boy [?] on these Songtexte We tapped 'nuff waps on a block and they know do not I might talk on Snapchat (Nah) AB from the O, I don't rap cap (Sure) I ain't like them man cah they never been me Talk 'bout firin', me no slap that (Yeah) Swept out, all black like Batman (You know) Spot that paigon and bang that (Buh) Don't slip, don't stumble (Nah) Bang this wap with technique, when I aim at man don't fumble (Sure) I'm tryna hit tree, no jungle (Brr) Lean with the 'matic in my hand, man lean with the angle My aim make a big man stumble Man are biscuit, that's what I wan' crumble We make 'nuff murders where the opp block rumble (Whoosh) We them niggas from the O, we don't take chat from no-one at all Big man, you coulda been a murderer (On cap) We got man, that's that on the Farm (Sure) And even my juvvies, we can't (Yeah) Fuck that, even when I swing my arm There's a whole man and the fuckboy's long Ching that, turn tools so numb Free cap, bro's sis' to the brilliant one Pull up Let it beat like freaks, Glock 17 filled up with sweets Ooh, ah, I ain't seen her in weeks Who that fu-u-up, her pum-pum reeks (Dead up) My south ting [?] two cheeks cause she heard bad man just jeets and skeets (You know, you know) Just cool, don't step in my sneaks' Italian kids, boy [?] on these Pull up Let it beat like freaks (Uh uh), Glock 17 filled up with sweets Ooh, ah, I ain't seen her in weeks Who that fu-u-up, her pum-pum reeks (Dead up) My south ting [?] 'tween sheets cause she heard bad man just jeets and skeets Just cool, don't step in my sneaks' Italian kids, boy [?] on these Yo, T chat Two bludclart hypers So hyper got a heart of a tiger SJ, real OFB rider, real top striker now lifestyle's [?] Bad man, all I need is a driver Spin that coupe, fuck a internet typer Other side turn bro to a lifer Knives with a witch, not on sight niner (Gang gang) Woi, woi, been in the field like scores Out here my left hand scored excellent goals Wet that down that Got flicks on stage at MOBOs (You know, you know) Really throwin' up Os Babe, I'm hashtag T and don't lack he's eat it Surely everyone knows Forrest Gump (Run, run), Forrest Gump They do ten toes, wan' slap at their poles Yo, my ex ting caught man cheating, damn She said "I hope you fall off a cliff" (Mazza) Jail life turned wifey pyscho Fuckery, bro try put him in a spliff All the [?] radio For real, oh thank you Tiff' (You know, you know) Cell 14, govs' had me banged up When I circle, chicks wan' stiff Pull up Let it beat like freaks, Glock 17 filled up with sweets I ain't seen her in weeks Who that fu-u-up, her pum-pum reeks (Dead up) My south ting [?] two cheeks cause she heard bad man just jeets and skeets (You know, you know) Just cool, don't step in my sneaks' Italian kids, boy [?] on these Pull up Let it beat like freaks, Glock 17 filled up with sweets Ooh, ah, I ain't seen her in weeks Who that fu-u-up, her pum-pum reeks (Dead up) My south ting [?] two cheeks cause she heard bad man just jeets and skeets (You know, you know) Just cool, don't step in my sneaks' Italian kids, boy [?] on these Ooh, ah Aus Songtexte Mania