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letra de go right (part 2) - aaron [uk][grime]

[chorus: aaron]
i turn right, then i turn left
we got ops like, who’s next?
run man down, you’re gonna get chef’d
don’t cry to your boys ‘cuz they’ll be next
i turn right, then i turn left
we got ops like, who’s next?
run man down, you’re gonna get chef’d
don’t cry to your boys ‘cuz they’ll be next

[verse 2: brenden]
grip and stride, reverse that hide
jump out and i back my guys
if i catch you on 10 toes it’s over bro, i’m doing up strides
smoking [?] my bros, now i got red eyes
he says he got my back, nah bro he telling me lies

[verse 3: aaron]
you claim you’re on [?] like bro you ain’t evеn done that
you [?] no juice, but when you do i back it out and i bun that
its likе ed, edd and eddy, bought all [?] just for one man
bought all [?] just for one man

[verse 4: brenden]
i got ops locked up in the bas-m-nt, and i still got more on the wait list
get around there with a glock-19 and i [?] some pagans
every day i’m smoking gelato, and now i’m sailing
every time i’m on that block, i cause some mayhem
when the ops see me they’re hiding, but i don’t care about them and i’m grinding
i’m just out here tryna get p’s
i’m not out here tryna get mileage
if feds come ’round the corner, bro better hide it
i never knew that you was a snake, so why did he try it?
[chorus: aaron]
i turn right, then i turn left
we got ops like, who’s next?
run man down, you’re gonna get chef’d
don’t cry to your boys ‘cuz they’ll be next
i turn right, then i turn left
we got ops like, who’s next?
run man down, you’re gonna get chef’d
don’t cry to your boys ‘cuz they’ll be next

[verse 5: aaron]
if bare man come running up to the house, would you grip and shoot?
i told my boys to go [?], gotta make some moves
stupid boy got stabbed, for having yutes
expecting youngs to do your job, what a stupid yute

[verse 6: brenden]
i make 10 grand in a week, and that’s without the [?] of weed
ring me on my trap phone, i’ll ask you what you need
i’m tryna sell these food, i ain’t tryna feed
your girl gave me head for a draw, what a stupid fiend

[verse 7: aaron]
step so much that my feet hurt, op [?] best go get there feet up
still on board with my slime in a beater, ducking the feds ‘cuz you know [?]
[chorus: aaron and brenden]
i turn right, then i turn left
we got ops like, who’s next?
run man down, you’re gonna get chef’d
don’t cry to your boys ‘cuz they’ll be next

- aaron ukgrime

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