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letra de love it - 7th

[intro]
ghosty

[verse 1: y.cb]
jump on bikes, rev it, latex on, spot a paigon, cheff it
rambo knife, wet him, station trips, don’t reply to the questions
they ain’t scoring goals, just touching pedestrians, they don’t ride in the 7
hmp, that’s fights and letters, free cb, that’s waps or wetters
tekkers banged when he slap that wesson, purge of the dark, we’re late night terrors
burst in sight, this beef gets peppered, ten stab wounds when shh got severed
i chinged him good but bro did better, mask on my face got me feeling like slender
you don’t wanna see me lose my temper, bro got the heat, get fired like wenger
forest gate where the opps don’t enter, why you think my bars get censored?
the truth, i’m nuttin’ like these pretenders, yanko striking, ching that defender
tt slapped, on my life he’s messed up, gets head lost when the opp boys jet off
ketchup sauce when —– got cheffed up, screamed “g’s up” ’cause he got sent off

[chorus: yanko]
heard p90’s seven foot, if i ching him down i’ll make him midget
caught shh tryna buy chicken, ching him, ching him, ching him, ching him
any of them i ching it, i love it when paigon juice is spilling
them man ain’t smoking on nuttin’, it’s like them man don’t know how to bill it
heard p90’s seven foot, if i ching him down i’ll make him midget
caught shh tryna buy chicken, ching him, ching him, ching him, ching him
any of them i ching it, i love it when paigon juice is spilling
them man ain’t smoking on nuttin’, it’s like them man don’t know how to bill it

[verse 2: yanko]
skeng gon’ beat like mia khalifa, start riding, just stop all the talkin’
twenty eight crucial borings, now he’s looking like stephen hawking
choppin’ up t-t laser, and the beige look like horlicks
this ain’t beef, it’s war i call it so i’m on the ride with booters
stop packing civils’ like —–, i’m tryna turn man to a 8 ball
stick it on the table, suttin’ like snooker
we could’ve made an opp flavoured drink the amount of times they got juiced up
when i buss my yanking case i grined and laughed at the prosecutor
this wap is old and still wanna beat, i call it a f-ckin’ cougar
too many booters, how many man left swimming?
if my shank is blunt, still grip it, just gotta use more force when i dip it
his marjay shedding tears, looking at her dead son’s ugly pictures
forest gate still pattern this borough but i just go banned from the borough
push my yank in, dig it thorough, watch my rambo just changing colour
me and zk chinged up —–, when st chinged two others
blackwater t’ug in love with cuttin’, same way the opps are cuttin’
same way the opps are cuttin’

- 7th

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