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letra de bionic - dubz

[intro: , chk & dubz]

flying uptown in da ride wid bae
cos i just made alot of moneybags so i got time today
38′ snub with no serial, its manual
if i let it bust

[verse 1: chk]
i just made alot of money
my n-gga fresh out the wok and he’s anti
glock full of candy (brr)
twin turbo german, turn my block into gran prix
she like i beg you put the roof back its freezing
im flossin’ i couldn’t give a toss bout da bad b (haha)
you call da shots when you mash p’s
cus n-ggas toy soldiers and da gwop get you batteries
still pull up to dat drop in a cat c
hammer on me triple g or rock it like randy
went down to a 400 from a 6
but i never shed a tear i flung an onion on da strip (f-ckin’ h-ll)
banging out in public it’s a slip
i had to set it in da shop and still cut out wit my crisp
grubby looking fit, balenci runners when i’m lit
and these b22s cost 2 monkeys and a bit
sky-dwеller water-blue and my n-ggas ballin’ too
it’s 11:20 but his prеzzy saying quarter-to
[verse 2: dubz]
buy and chop it
fly and shop it
i went and linked the plug for a diagnostics
i taught n-ggas to whip and they were buying solid (buyin’ solid)
sitting wid ya b-tch and she applied knowledge
metal in my arm like i’m bionic
paper in my pocket, darg i don’t like wallets
my guys on it, for the prise they might dive on it
sky suttin’ at ya ride hit a guys bonnet
jumped out the sp-ceship, parked with no steering wheel
i touch a spot and get the dark gone like clearasil
water in my pot you know its clear as h-ll
you ain’t got a worker if ya near the scale
38′ snub with no serial, it’s manual
if i let it bust then its funerals and candles (bap-bap)
if i let it crash, then its murals, not vandals
we ain’t beefin’ with these n-ggas cos these n-ggas tell

[verse 3:chk]
before hakka it was fat chips, salt and mayo
juggin’ with my dargy f-ck a party i ain’t no donae’o
and if i’m slipping law from tekken you can hold a ko
no delayo, rolling with my young buck; tony yayo
back and forth wid da pikey on a fisticuffs
and i remember when i never had spliff to puff
i’m depressed dat my brother saw
7 summers on a stretch got another 4
[verse 4: dubz]
chuck i heard you, ah touch a curb too
all this off white but nothing’s virgil
wash white probably coming like it’s persil
if i jerked you, it was never personal
oh you wanna hurt who, tell em come and circle and their blood will curdle
imma’ jump up like i done a hurdle
be at home by 9, like my bruddas curfew

[verse 5: chk]
i had a dings always near me
skipped me da theory
tenner on da sim card dis brick ain’t got siri (brr-brr)
rs11 in my riz got me weary
rips on amiri got more kicks than tajiri
flying uptown in da ride wid bae
cos i just made a-lot of moneybags so i got time today
if reekz got it i ain’t gotta tuck my shine away (boy-boy)
shorted sighted still i spot an undie from a mile away

- dubz

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