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letra de 1 take - crash22

[intro]
four shanks in a four door whizz
like lampz said, we left man bleeding
no backup from your dargs
so now you’re dead, left marj grieving

[verse 1]
four shanks in a four door whizz
like lampz said, we left man bleeding
no backup from your dargs
so now you’re dead, left marj grieving
might do it for reals
that’s two stolen peds
with the skengs, we’re squeezing
when the bells dem crash at your chest, don’t panic
just control your breathing
these h-rnsey neeks claim beef
but there’s jerk without no season
imagine the war of wood green
you don’t even understand the meaning
let’s listеn close once
relеase hesitation, room got mumzy screaming
drillers hopping out on uni
pray to the lord and hope you’re dreaming

[verse 2]
think about your life, is it worth?
the woods got away with 5 bodies
that’s no evidence, ’cause you know we burned it
when jigga drives a car, he’s moving fast
see an opp, then you know we’re gonna reverse it
we hop out and then we he-rs- it
you might survive with ptsd but the doctors can’t nurse it
free up rz, he loves his shanks
but more time he know i try burst it
don’t slip and slide
when the real wood green members are lurking
i was 14, 15, tryna hit the big man, burn it
he was running, ducking, diving
screaming, moving nervous, swerving, i was lurking, ah
[verse 3]
they’re p-ssing me off
’cause they don’t talk this crud
and the posters are switching them off
they talk about homie inv’s
but front doors, they ain’t kicking them off
they talk too hard on the net
in the flesh they move too soft
listen, i said it already
i test out the .9, i made sure i test out the bine
so when i step on a glide
get a man down, ’cause he stepped outta line
cold hearted k!llers
let him say his last words now i’m talking his life
fl!ckies to rambos, zks, now loading up .4s countless times

[verse 4]
bulletproof on my chest
i don’t beef n-gga, i get to the war
anywhere, any time, he almost got drilled at his mumzy’s door
opps snitching on me now, it’s homicide
shouting hands on heads and get on the floor
doing up custody sweep, now i’m really feeling bored
oi, the charges are looking peak
but the evidence is dead now i’m feeling sweet
don’t watch nothing, probably be back
i ain’t like 52 weeks
i bucked their boss in the station
man had to just tump up that neek
that’s an extra charge for my conviction
list is looking peak, the bell is weak

- crash22

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