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letra de 4 door coming - 410

[verse 1: bt]
this money just keeps on coming
got the food right like timmy hutton
put it in pebbs then it’s running
talking ’bout all of this knifework you do?
yeah it’s dead, mana done it
i know it holds 12
i’ma put 5, i’ma leave 2 in the suttin
i might have to boot me a someone
you n-gg-s ain’t ‘ooting at nuttin
i run if the boydem’s coming
see that them boy there are coming, they’re running?
n-gg-s ain’t staying for nothing
the mashy i got it from dulwich
4 bags you’ve never held that in your hand
why you talking this rubbish
n-gg- why you talking this rubbish

[chorus: bt] (x2)
tommy lee and i’ve got tim hutton
n-gg- ain’t plotting on me or plotting on any of my brothers
man ain’t even been up and down these streets
have you seen a 4 dun him? (nope)
mana got links for a 44, mind you see a 4 door coming
mind you see a 4 door coming

[verse 2: tiny syikes]
these n-gg-s ain’t on sh-t, these n-gg-s ain’t on nothing
see me and konez in the cut, rudeboy you better keep it cutting
bare sickmen in the fields, best know there ain’t no scuffing
2 shots in my shotgun, you don’t wanna see that tunnin’
n-gg-s talk crud on the net but when they see me they’re running
finesse that don for his pack now he claims that i owe him suttin
n-gg- i don’t owe you nothing, i don’t owe you nothing
n-gg- you pr-cks be bluffing
mana got links for the 44, mana got links for the snub
mana got links for the star-9, mana got links for the pump
mana got links for the am bits, might have to rob me a plug
n-gg-s don’t want that smoke, i can show man a whole different crud
on your block with 4 man, 3 shanks one man’s holding a gun
me and slickz be on our peds skidding round spots scoping for fun
can’t talk that crud to me when my man’s boning your mum
n-gg-s so broke, why you moaning go live in cunch

[verse 3: rendo]
talking am you better think of me
bagging up and now i stink of trees
plug’s nice yeah i keep him sweet
so when we’re re-ing up we’re getting bits for free
h-lla texts yeah i send ’em out
gave my youngin’ work and i’ma send him out
i love the brix i’ll never sell it out
my n-gg-s chopping bricks, then we sell it out
my youngin’s savage i can go and grab
and we can do this move and we’ll be in and out
you think you’re cruising but my n-gg-s booting
i can shoot at whips, i’ll have it spinning out
’cause mana got links for the 44, mana got links for a shotty
like mana got links for the white stuff, mana got links for the bobby
2 hands on a stick, man i’m tryna catch me a body
n-gg-s know juice garn spill, if you see me riding with dotty
b-tch get out of this room, if you ain’t giving no toppy
my n-gg-s in the field, my n-gg-s shoot em up properly

[verse 4: bt]
my n-gg- roll with that shave-shave out
and i know he might just shove it
tell a b-tch keep her face down
who ever told you we’re lovers?
three b-lls on her tongue
uckers, badders
claiming the ting with the rubbers
i already know where the glove is
i said trapline kicking like tai chi
i already know where the plug is
like kicking off a next man’s door
i already know where the grub is
ain’t running that back
them n-gg-s know that i’m stubborn
got my darg in the cell, i’m shattered
on a train coming back, i’m knackered
anyone, anyone, anyone playing with my p’s get stab up
ride out fling, fling on my diesel jeans
mana get tun up
point blank mana get tun up
everything, everything, tun up (bow)
everything, whole place tun up

- 410

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