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letra de next up? - cgm

part 1

[intro]
jammabeats

[verse 1: digga d]
bro put a box in draws, 35s and scores, phone man if you want that
don’t talk like you’re bad, you ain’t on that, combat, juice gon’ spill like cognac
whip that sh-t, don’t stop till i lock that, heard there’s a mash on sale, man cop that
verbal abuse is long, akh, stop that, back out the mash and drop that, shot that
if you want buju, man got that, ban and tt smash it and dot that, chop that
countryside where the gwops at, jump in pics, you ain’t bro, man crop that
no whip, then pedal bike risk it, he flipped it, back out my shank and dip it, ballistic
push in my shank and twist it, pebs in cling, that’s oreo biscuits
man’s machine coming with lead, misch and mash for the bread
this grey ting’s way too fast, b-tch pull up your drawers, i only want head
man put d-ck down in her neck, neck, bore tongue, that’s the best
-j-c-l-t- in her mouth, or pull out -j-c-l-t- on her breast

[verse 2: sav’o]
in the field i’m air force stepping
more time i just smashed out packs in the ends, right now i’m tryna get this bread in
get round there and ching man up, like anything b get wetted
no face, no case and leathers, four door whip with serious members
my bro wanna lurk on opps, so we go round there on a 125
bro done whacked man’s face with the longest blade, tryna take man’s eye
i heard that the opp boys ran with their shanks again and i weren’t surprised
creepz sav ain’t on p-ss, he raps that sh-t and he ran 10 times
packs on me, rambz on me, push bike hitting them shoots
peng gyal on man from the b, feeling me and msk-m too
my bros ain’t down for the stunting, digga d grab that dots and shoot
us man ain’t like them man, them man lie and we tell the truth
gang
like, free all my bros, soon touch road
how many times have i rid on bush? like one of them boy gotta go
back out my ting and make man swim, like ching man down on volts
catch me a opp then stab up his head, then ten toes back to the grove
then ten toes back to the grove

[verse 3: t.y]
friend of a opp is a opp so i won’t feel a way to go burn that bridge
my n-gg- huncho gave him 22 chings, i can bet you that he’s feeling p-ssed
get round there samurais and flicks, jsav put his whole rambz in your wig
my bro digga d had the whole hr locked off when he crossed that bridge
if i get my hands on a opp, i ain’t wetting him once, i’m wetting him numerous times
see a opp right there, tell bro don’t jerk the car, just keep it moving in line
4 and a half, got bags of ball and dust, man slap it in 10s
if i back my splash, he don’t back it up, no leg shots, man put it in chests
like, bros got a thing for dargs, teefing cats i ain’t talking no pets
bruck down a 9 in flake, and whip it in zs
let it dry then put it in pebs, cats dem call for the meds

part 2

[intro]
mktheplug
mktheplug

[verse 4: digga d]
tt flake, 23 on a two-ie
jakes just p-ssed, hope they don’t do a u-ie
ot, i don’t like doing deals like louie, bad b like boujee
upsuh with two g’s, like gucci
pour kettle water on it, watch it start bubbling
straight drop, i ain’t doubling
use your chest, stop mumbling
bro i’m booky, i’ll take your food if my belly starts rumbling
they rap about bootings, they ain’t blammed n-body
hold that properly when i bang that dotty
i put sniff in a ‘rex, and i slang that bobby, tt make it bling, always answering my hottie
left my worker in the trap
while i flew to the town on pedal bike, just to sweep some more cats
they ain’t seeing no racks
i’m in and out of the trap
i left the door on the latch
when i add it up, take a oner off with the shorts
i’m a 0-1-1 but most of them are noughts, f-ck jail, f-ck jakes, f-ck courts
drilla got 12 cah he turned something corpse, cr-sses
what’s all the hate for?
is it ’cause i’m making dough? that hate only push me to make more
i smash b, whip c-ke, smoke loud, whip a z, 26 back, no doubt

[verse 5: t.y]
feds know my face from the days when i sold buj
comfy in my ends and i got beef in my own hood
in the trap, left cracks on the floor like hulk would
gyalie said she like me ’cause i’m sweet and i’m so hood
hospital
nose full of tubes, got yourself shanked up cah your bros wanna screw
msk-m in the back, that’s a problem for these yutes
ten toes, what? where? don’t get run out of your shoes
i get busy on my own, i get busy on the roads
keep on braggin ’bout them z’s, ’til i clean out your home
gotta keep my face down cah sini’s kinda known
cah my hood’s like a jungle, no indiana jones
me and f was in the trap, you was busy getting plaits
when your bro got touched, did you even chip in for a strap?
when i hopped off the ped, they did a 100 metre track
if huncho never stabbed it, then it’s probably my n-gg- dappz
took you 20 shank wounds, now you’re only bringing waps?

- cgm

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