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letra de violence - carns hill

[verse 1: dimzy]
smokin’
me and bro smokin’ amnesia like
“come we go smoke him” (let’s lurk)
’nuff trips to all of the opps now feds-dem scopin’ (they’re lookin’)
we got things and stuff that kweng so mind how you approach him
comin’ like skrapz in a tracksuit lookin’ sporty, big fat 40
and shoutsout bro who’s k!llin’ it, bussin’ it bare, comin’ like norty (trappin’)
live up the most, bare smoke in the car, bro had it in sporty (skrr)
had a long day now tryna smoke a 3.5 and chill off with shorty
(ayy) violence when i do the road (road)
we the ones who step out on volts (volts)
anyhow man get it man go
6.7 will do it and the people-dem know (know)
feds tryna do me and so are these hoes
and i’m still out here tracksuits, bankrolls
ching man up but you’re plottin’ on bro
do a drill, laugh it off, and smoke

[chorus: ld]
violence when we do the road (sixty)
we got guns, money, drugs
and we’re still shuttin’ down shows(alla dat)
i’m still risin’ up hoes
and they’re still givin’ it loads (they’re talkin’ loads)
she thought she was sittin’ on my
but shes sittin’ on the wickedest pole (wickedest)
yeah, the wickedest pole (skeng)
violence when we do the road (ayy ayy)
we got guns, money, drugs
and we’re still shuttin’ down shows(alla dat)
i’m still risin’ up hoes
and they’re still givin’ it loads (they’re talkin’ loads)
she thought she was sittin’ on my (ayy)
but shes sittin’ on the wickedest pole
yeah, the wickedest pole (gang)
[verse 2: monkey]
trappin’ is a hobby (trappin’ is a hobby)
guns, money, drugs, f-ckin’ b-tches
my n-ggas do it properly (my n-ggas do it properly)
smokin’ ammi in the lobby (anywhere)
4-4 make a n-gga dance
musta thought that boy was bobby (shmurda shmurda)
kway back on my pushbike used to lurk around with shotty (come on)
you ain’t got a skeng but you’re on the gram tryna flex with them zanottis (-rs-hole)
you coulda bought a botty (long one)
long -rs- shotty (long one)
boom boom on a back road, yeah i’m tryna catch a body (boom)
phone k-trap whos in mishmash and then whippin’ up some holly (whippin’)
you think everything be jolly
’til man roll up and smoke up
and then savin’ shots like volley (come on)
tell my young boy get your money up, but you better stay in colly (come on)
bruk a brick down, bruk a brick, bro i’m tryna get this money (money)

- carns hill

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