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letra de woody & buzz - cheeko

[intro]
yoz what you tellin’ me?

[hook: greedy & cheeko]
tell a b-tch i don’t want no scrub (no)
i got 2 and a q in a bando bank this [?] ain’t getting no love (no way)
go broke then i burn that bridge, how many times did i line up plugs? (how many?)
i’m in o where the pack gets plugged, jump in the ride for my guys no fuss
we got toys like woody & buzz (bow)

[verse 1: greedy]
how you gonna lotion gyal when you owe man dough and my life’s a mad ting (how?)
man stacking up bread since broke days told broski his workrate’s outstanding
i went o tryna stain that package i got bro calling me the ot bandit (he loves it)
told lil bro get the pack then bank it now the bad b’s think i’m [?]
big bro’s in the ride with the hand ting mans in the trap eyes peeled for the five o
getting rid of this weight no lipo two for a nift make the cats go psycho (they love it)
not tryna buck jakes on the high road free my bro in the pen like biro (free him up)
if they wanna pack me come try bro got my pole get smoked like a 35 (bow)
i’m in o with the pack tryna eat right late night cats dem calling my b line (brr)
got the ramz on deck no suite life it’s peak times where i back this fl!ck knife (ching)
mans doing up trap by the seaside serving them cats or i’m hitting them stains (gimme dat)
got a sword on my back like fin when i step on the mains not tryna buck jakes (no)
burn rubber on any estate get paid now the feds wanna know like dave
mans feeling like mitch or ace cos this hotline blings but it’s nuttin’ like drake (brr)
got nicked out kway and the phone weren’t dead but this line’s still alive like 2pac
and i know what it is can’t talk to the pork gotta stick to the code like blu tac (never)
get it in bag it up then move that
for the p slap corn in your durag (bap)
take risks in the whip just 2 man bros fully on tryna find him a new pack (skrrt)
circle once explore like dora but them man there don’t know where the boots at
circle once explore like dora but them man there don’t know where the boots at

[verse 2: cheeko]
man put corn in dots, tryna leave man more than relapsed
how many times have i been on —– road, rambo blade on my kneecap (how many?)
five man in the car, the .32 spin in my palm tryna leave heads detached (headshot)
latex on wappers, the bells from the heat do more than heat rash (bow)
have you ever been round there, with your bro, tryna drill it?
go pack man now he’s on tv roads get taped for the fatal chingings (ching ching)
how many times did i 10 toes bop with my wetter, tryna leave organs swimming? (how many)
i’m like how many guys got packed gonna need more chip for the zoot i’m billing
before i gotta serve these bisheads, the powder gets mixed like nesquik (whip it)
i got deals on deals, 3 for 20 gets their attention
that yute try line man i heard my man’s local with his bredrin (where they at?)
get the drop on the kid now my 15 inch be covered in sauce like dressing (splash)
fill the whole clip slap corn from this weapon
there’s no way that my works gets questioned (no way)
i swear i’m beefing school kids when are these guys gonna learn their lesson
back my blade on the mains, why’s this yute giving man bare attention? (what the f-ck?)
do dirt then fly off the grid, let a next man get clout for my credit (yeah)
i couldn’t be more serious (no)
i’m really tryna drill these idiots (word)
p-ssed off like a b-tch on her period cos the feds wanna know more sh-t from my previous
crime scenes all hideous
they’re sad but i’m gassed like helium
any bookey movements, i’ll back my tooly immediate

[outro]
yoz what you tellin’ me?

- cheeko

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