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letra de twinning 2 - 9th street

[intro]
m1onthebeat
rah, it’s bkay
9th street the team b-tch

[hook: rzo munna & soze]
i got 36 zs if you want it, line man up and shot man nothing
please don’t press my b-ttons, cut him, do it main road, i done it
i love it, the life that i live don’t judge it
grab that grub, buss it down and plug it, flood it
in ot my runners, juggin’, don’t come back till i done it
what’s new on the market? don’t ask it, just buy it
cop it, chop it, try it
cop it, lock it, dry it
caught man on the lack, and i brought him back like crack
i’m upset when opps take off, so i squeeze and watch man dab

[verse 1: rzo munna & soze]
trap house and digits, mice and kittens, late night whip, later drive in the morning
this life i’m living, this sh-t come different, slap that wap, fill it up, put more in
my b-tch says i’m boring, she don’t know i’m outside opp block touring
bore him, if i get close no talking, wap on man, pull it back like foreskin
90 locked with the ‘rales, ot trips, smarties and malis
bro got smoke in the party tryna take mans roleys and carties
no i don’t step in versace, barbies still wanna be my chargiebut boo just wait your turn, right now i’m with bro tryna take that turn
you got a bridge with a opp, best burn it, i put in my shank and turn it
bro was p-ssed with the verdict, he got birded but he’ll firm it
the young boy don’t wanna trap, he’s wack, i ain’t gonna force him
put up a snap like, who wants a rack? two weeks work but the sh-t gets boring
but before we ever take this cunch trip, you gotta show me where your mum lives
cos i don’t wanna hear no dumb sh-t, dump it, if i hear a man try bump it
tyres get cut like sawn off
step through and slap that corn off
opp block tourer, big point scorer, opps on block, i tape that all off

[verse 2: rzo munna & soze]
opp block like who’s on what?ot let’s set up shop
stand up when get those drops
trap hard, hit shots on blocks
go yard, text out, bake off
see feds, turn round, make off
hands on, can’t take this loss
you ain’t on, i’ll turn man off
i ain’t gotta talk too much, this dotty holds sp-ce for two
i took trips up cunch i can’t be broke like the —- yutes
i shoot heads down to legs, watch the style when i lean and shoot
i put zs into pebs, ain’t no style when i shot this food
i chop it and shot it, repeat it and do it again
free 90, mr pocket rocket, he really had a p-ssion for crashing on them
“soze, when you doing a diss track?”
block boy i don’t do diss tracks
i get round and hit that, then get back round if i miss that
jump out and turn man sprinter
this life i’m inna, i ain’t tryna end up on udn so i leave my phone when i jump in the dinger
jump out and did it bait
that’s night or day
crash corn on the opp estate
or crash corn if you come my way

[outro]
rah, it’s bkay

- 9th street

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