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letra de who's next - balistik (zt)

[intro]
sebz mixed ones
who’s next? who’s next?
which opp block should we go?
the one on the right or left
if the bro’s ain’t live in the t
they’re on a riding spree best tie your shoelace
sebz beats baby
still get ’round there on a random
.44 meady, .32 handsome
sebz beats baby
how many opps look shocked?
me and psycho on foot like we can’t come ’round for a jog
i got hitters that ain’t got no ig
they wouldn’t want me to tag them

[chorus]
who’s next? who’s next?
which opp block should we go?
the one on the right or left (left)
i release my stress on flesh
i carve out wounds in backs and chests
three on three
me, dee & trekz
bro left prints, took an opp boys spesh (how?)
was the upgrade worth an arrest?
big wu-bu-bam, leaving hideous mess
who’s next? who’s next?
which opp block should we go?
the one on the right or left (left)
i release my stress on flesh
i carve out wounds in backs and chests
three on three
me, dee & trekz
bro left prints, took an opp boys spesh (spesh)
was the upgrade worth an arrest?
big wu-bu-bam, leaving hideous mess

[verse 1]
if the bro’s ain’t live in the t
they’re on a riding spree
best tie your shoelace (tie that)
i ain’t playing games like runescape (nah)
these t–th don’t need toothpaste
if you know that the thing don’t blow
are you wearing dem gloves to be opening ovens
little bro crept on his strip, aimed at his cone
i swear he light-skin like yungen
you kids act for the fame
but the road ting ain’t a game, habbo
banned from a lot of names
still put him to shame, so the opp boys paro’
was it c or was it sh-llz?
i got a bad b holding an arrow
she talking ’bout novikov
lets go town with adz and shallow
how many times did feds just run up in?
telling man “get on the floor” (how?)
thought it was the neighbour max
the ‘mount of times he wanted four on four (kitties)
i’m try’na clean up like ch0r-s
dem man bruck, so how could they war? (how?)
try run up in the trap, i ain’t gotta talk a lot
you’ll still get bored
bando bored, why the opp boys make me yawn
how’s it dirt, when you’re on the outskirts?
innocence you’re tryna warn
how many innocents will they touch?
when their friends’ been stuffed with corn
how many incidents have we caused?
i’ll get ’round there, baby out new-born

[verse 2]
still get ’round there on a random
.44 meady, .32 handsome
long nose coming like squidward, and
corn just looking like plankton (ay)
if i cut tru’ shh, then i gotta go shh and shh and shh and shh
i release my stress on flesh
i dip-dip, twist and nank ’em
i don’t talk much to the german plug
guten tag, and danke (danke)
juice gone spill like magnum
when i wave this magnum
i got hitters that ain’t got no ig
they wouldn’t want me to tag dem (nah)
and a lotta opps speak of me highly
you would’a thought it was mandem
they wanna ambush the t, cah i got it jumpy like camden
separate the dust from the rocks
then add little dust to a rock
still got the rust on the dot
17, 6 pedal bikes stuffed in a plot (zt)
now i see a man run with his wap
we might need to buss him a mop (how?)
i was getting busy with a rambizzy
you was getting bae round for a snog (how?)
how many opps look shocked?
me and psycho on foot like we can’t come ’round for a jog (how?)
jailhouse didn’t find me a job
outside charge, likkle -ssault with a mop
now i got i got three bandos
lookin’ like courage the cowardly dog

- balistik zt

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