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letra de twinning - 7th

[verse 1: yb]
still drillin’, no kiddin’
it’s bait cah they know who’s winnin’
got red t–th but we don’t do fillin’
grip two shanks in the ride, i’m twinnin’
oppose us and they know i’m grinnin’
why do i go to my knees and pray right now since i can’t stop sinnin’? (no)
and we still go where they’re chillin’
me and c, that’s broad day glidin’ (broad day)
no smoke, then it’s rambos twinnin’
we don’t cut thru’ the block, we spin it (spin it)
really tryna smoke man bait
leave no trace, then it’s back to the kitchen, wraps and figures (jugg)
no cap when i rap ’bout drillings (no cap)
don’t talk on the net when your heart ain’t in it

[verse 2: c1nna]
everybody bad, everybody on me (on me)
tryna out one, circle that one
do it with a dots or with a handie
put it on my pops, i’ll do it gladly
broad day, on the mains or on a backstreet (backstreet)
brudda show me where they at, do it for the family
free all the opps, n0body at me (free ’em up)

[verse 3: yb]
smoky, smoky
everybody bad till their boy turn pack
and you gotta get back for your homies
still got packs for a dope king
swing my shank or rise that wap (swing it)
christian or akhs, still leave a boy holy
(swing my shank or rise that wap
christian or akhs, still leave a boy holy)
[verse 4: c1nna]
me and bro done too much things (too much)
can’t count all the times we’ve been
on the opp block with the dots inside
scoreboard talks are all about wins (gang)
i pray ’cause i know i sin (sin)
astagfirullah, got a mop in the car
when i clean i embrace my djinns (gang)
couple opps that are dead and buried
and they know that it’s done by us (us)
you don’t wanna f-ck with this one here
was 8 when i first saw blood
those that still wanna throw this slug (brap)
you really ain’t on nuttin’
my man’s still tryna prove he’s bad
i’ve been tryna find out: which one am i first to stab? (which one?)
there’s really no inbetweeners
don’t care if you’re football friends
cah i’ve been runnin’ out all these geezers
but who you got on your weapon? (who?)
everything gang, everywhere 7
don’t care who you are, got bells for your darrg
and we still go there for no reason (no reason)

[verse 5: yb]
no order
please don’t cross this border, woody or water
yes, if suttin’ got bored up, suttin’ got corned up (gang)
bro just stepped out the cage intense surprise, still takin’ orders
rake that corn, now trap on pores
take that corn and don’t be stupid, your life could lose it (stupid)
bloodstains on my knife from a student (kway back)
chest shot gang, protect your chest
one shot and a boy ain’t movin’ (dead up)
they know how it gets
tryna put one in the head
keep up the revs
gotta creep up on these neeks when i step
cah more time they see us they jet

- 7th

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