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letra de sneakin' - aj tracey

[verse 1]
bro, we all missing
we’ve got some pieces of our life and sh-t that’s gone missing
my younger out there with his cutter, man, he’s gone fishing
and you can end up on a tee for all that sneak dissing
my favourite ting, she hates me, she was so perfect
she gave me her heart and she told me “baby, don’t hurt it”
but i slept with one of hers and bro, it wasn’t worth it
my savage side was speaking to me like my name was kermit
send me any type of riddim, bro, you know i’ll murk it
i’m double dashing on these olders, man, i’ve done the circuit
i’ve got my turkish yat convinced that i know turkish
but when she get to talking, i act like i never heard it
i’ve got jewellery in my mouth and i’ve got money on me
now all these girls, they’re tryna stick like there was honey on me
and shoutout all my old friends who turned all sc-mmy on me
cause i got jamrock in the clip, i got the gully on me
and i wear trackies everyday, like i’m doing jogging
and i was out there bussing drugs while you n-gg-s snogging
i want the cake all to myself, man, i’m money-hogging
and tell your bro we got the smoke so stop with all the bogging
girls all play me, then they act like they really never
my uni girl, she gave me brain, i think she really clever
my bag got leathers in it and the bag is really leather
last year you said you was the man but look, i’m clearly better, yeah

[hook]
n-gg-s say they stable but twitching
all my brodies whip it in the kitchen
you gon’ make me call my bros for the smith &
you gon’ make me call my bros for the smith &
n-gg-s say they stable but twitching
all my brodies whip it in the kitchen
you gon’ make me call my bros for the smith &
you gon’ make me call my bros

[verse 2]
they ain’t really with the sh-ts, they just say they’re savage
i call my exes david moyes, i guess they couldn’t manage
my girl hannah’s speaking french, i just had to tan it
and she was switching, like montana, told her don’t panic
i had goyard on my bag and n-gg-s thought it’s louis
but now they know my fashion thorough, b-tches tryna do me
i heard some p-ssy n-gg-s hating, d-ckhead, go and sue me
no, you can’t stop what god has written, man, i live this movie
and i’ve got bare bruddas, hundreds of different bruddas
everybody just start make a decent wage up for their mothers
i’m from the gutters, n-gg-s have big cutters
and i’ll tell her block my number if she brings a friend that’s b-tters
posting bacon with ribenas at the corner store
i tell my spanish ting she gorgeous, i might hit it raw
bring some yatties for my n-gg-s, they just pour the four
and if they’re dead, i’m calling übers, what you brought ’em for?
i’ve tasted money, now i’m hooked, i need it more and more
my girls do yoga, they in gym and they do only core
and all these guys just wanna beef me, go and do your ch-r-s
go and look after your bro, he’s only four

- aj tracey

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