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letra de the start - busygrr

[intro]
elevate this mix sounds mad
anything grr
b road
3×3
aog
free all the mandem
free all the slappers, free all the splasher
they don’t want war with green bandanas

[verse1]
the gang just got down an n field yute
if you f-ck with the sinners you hold it too
how many times does he want us to ask
just answer the question “who did you shoot?”
your favourite rapper ain’t spoil no juice
your favourite rapper ain’t spilled no tangle
lifes on the net, jumps in the booth
like how can you when your blade is jangle
them p-ssyholes ain’t been back
though i guess from the morning —-
like i can never bе like jangle
[?] broke
hе ain’t got a single guy in his ramble
he is up on tracks and i am thinking why
his blade is dry he’s moving like bando
his blade is dry he’s moving like bando
like they know, we know, i know —-
but he went straight back though
t street up and he parked it was m them
i am getting p-ssed off like where they at though
just talking in campin and bandos
me and more good in my hood
you can never catch me walking these sandals
and when i get my hand on the dot
just slap it like scat at anonymous a
and make sure i aim for his eyeb-lls
slit with bae i was going on dates
you can get chinged whilst in your nandos
ch-ch-ching in front of your bae
i told you “lil bro don’t worry about bands though
you’ll soon get put in tobacco
you’ll soon get put in tobacco”
slap it like [?] one open
aim it at target, chest shot —-

- busygrr

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