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letra de moped freestyle - damn tibi & konky

[verse 1: d-mn tibi]
they see gang tryna approach kway back
so they try a dash but the gang too fast
splattered, opp boy tryna chune up but this rambo here give you more than scratches
splashes, wanna see this opp boy gone if i run this moped
mandem tryna attack so i back out my 40
gyal don’t risk just a f-ck a nerdy
shht got scared and he left his crew
what could i say, if this gem’s a f-cking paigon
bally on his face he’s [?]
that’s why he’s hidin’ his face
invest in waps for paigons
clean shot off like balogun
and this thot right here keep comin’
she don’t know her man’s an opp
opp boy tryna come by the block
are you f-cking kidding?
got this dinga here tryna go ot and get sum’ money
got this fendi fiend tryna sell man’s bits
if you comе round here i’ll get you damagеd
spin on you block, got a 34b cuz my bro love doin’ these drills
spin on you block, got a 105a cuz my bro didn’t get to take out the skeng
and i shoot like i’m eto’o, never goin’ down like gerard
man’s still hidin’ in bushes, a f-cking joker

[verse 2: schemawick]
when you talkin sh-t bout my mob
you messing with f-cking schema
i’m a different type of thug
take care about your liver
my flow hits hard like corona
i’ma make them hear my word
ever [?] dem opp boys
i back out my 40 and shoot
i’ll swing my arms like ksav
next time you see your boy
it will be on the missing pages
me and my boys ain’t joking, what we say we actually do
and if u start beefin’ with us you gon’ be on missing too
workin’ hard we always stay humble
dreamin’ high we started from mud
every time i’m hittin’ the bando
i’m hittin’ a f-ckin’ opp
i’m dribbling like jadon sancho
keep it clean like van der sar
never miss like fernando torres
always score like demba ba
[interlude]
we have a 10a on skela boulevard
copy that

[verse 3: konky]
i play with shank like a pencil
i draw on the opps like on paper
you need some nuts, gotta face it
put ketchup on shank, gotta taste it
[?] yellow like asians
brehs been fighting like nations
my block been dark side like bakra
goalgetter like carlos bacca
i go the bando and get some packs
shank in my pocket, ching some f-gz
free my bro sami, he got locked in the summer
can’t wait till’ my bro, get back in the flat
speedin’ the whiz, run from the feds
jump out the window, hop out the fence
i got me a traphouse to make out my deals
i f-ck with your gyal to leave you unlinked
i hop in the ford to hit up your block
i pull out my shank and leave you unlocked
you know i’m a drilla’, i’m makin’ them holes
not in walls, but in opps
my bro been sayin’ get some sleep
i said no, i’m makin’ a hit

- damn tibi konky

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