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letra de 98% - 98s

[intro]
i don’t know
oooooh
i don’t know
oooooh
ay rocky, this wavey
m6 is whippin’ this one up
i don’t know
oooooh
i don’t know
oooooh

[verse 1: stally]
if gang slide, man are in trouble (don’t slip)
slap this weapon
it beats off live it ain’t got no muzzle
get left in a puddle
i do man bad and go back to my hustle (grindin’)
mummy like “son, where you been?”
i threw her some change and i said i was away (kway)
she knows that i was at service
she kissed her t–th and she told me “be safe” (real life)
see me on the glide, brudda, you don’t wanna meet this blade (no way)
or man lean out the ride with a banger
tryna make a slugload jump in your face (bow, bow)
whеn we step ’round therе, we patterned
normal procedures, get man down (deaded)
get back or get done
don’t get caught when the gang’s been ’round
[verse 2: jimmy]
this life ain’t sweet (nope)
i just revved ’round ends, the spliff burns, then i got packs on me (out ‘ere)
7am my ms
brodie got bagged, got limed by slugs
d-mn, then he got hit with a 10 (mazza)
where’s the loud needed to clear my head?
tag this grub and then hit my bed
longin’ off shots when i’m brushin’ my t–th (no)
hit the roads then clean the streets
backseat, got about half a b
doin’ 70 up the a13 (skkrt)
bop with the tank, cah the whip does e
today i’ve been tearin’ up east
tear a little bro cah the grub and please text me, before he go sleep

[verse 3: v9]
see a chance then i’ll take it (ay)
call me homerton’s penalty taker
slap corn, wake the neighbours
i’m raged, grab the slayer (bankai)
shug on my f-ck-off sword (splash)
tryna turn man corpse (dead up)
and try leave man dead up (ay)
red (splash) ketchup (ching)
shotgun and spinners (bow, bow)
sauce for dinner
catch red then get liff up (garn)
i’m tapped, don’t get twiss up
like punch, with rum (ay)
i move dumb, with this gun (bow, bow)
burst mans belly and duss (ay)
run (what?) cut
[verse 4: ko]
behind the driver’s seat
right hand on the door, got a knife on my left (you know)
grab the grinder and sheets
if he’s sighted with man, that’s sidin’ with them
stay offline with the beef
but we don’t full ends up in sight of the feds
more paigons in sight of a skeng
this ting’s live, i know beef can’t end (no way)
they got a whole team for cheffs
anywhere the opp boys seen it’s press (you know)
met them after heal and rest
anytime they buck gang make them feel stress
my bros dem deal in pebs
they hit in them fiends to get that bread (trappin’)
the fans got me seein’ sense
with this music ting, the gs up next (up next)

[outro]
i don’t know
oooooh
i don’t know
oooooh

- 98s

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