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letra de outsiders - funky dee

[verse 1: funky dee]
big pimpin’ like pimp c
my ex, she wan’ link me
i was getting letters from coochie
in jail, sipping hoochie
wing looking like a movie
i pray my girl don’t go juvie
moved brown and white, angelica and susie
everything i spit, i spit truly
my head’s gone, i’m kinda loopy
i get so much groupies
i eff them up
i make their p-ssy pink like snoochie
a hundred spinning on the rouly
spent 5k on the studi’
hunt for the cheddar like a goonie
this is real life, no cartoonie

[verse 2: brolic]
don’t stunt round here, those youngers are nosey
they’ll catch you slipping and it won’t be cosy
you’re not that guy when you’re one up on your lonely
you don’t look twice, you’re a p-ssy, you’re a phoney
if it’s on sight then it won’t be a phone scene
don’t bother snapchat, i wouldn’t ever @ that
hit him with the right hand, send for a catnap, p-ssy
on a bit but you’re not no tookie
just dealt with a man mid switch with the blenders
flavours patterned by the real eastenders
legislation benders
f-ck the law, f-ck the feds, we’re offenders
we don’t rate your members
frauds, fakes and pretenders
you’d better miss these tempers
you start beef, we’re beef enders

[verse 3: golden boy muj]
one, one, two, mic check
when i come through, i rep
sixteen bars, no sweat
dem boy pose no threat
one, one, two, mic check
when i come through, i rep
sixteen bars, no sweat
dem boy pose no threat
no gym, i’m repping
two plus two plus three, that’s the- (whoa)
add another two to that, that’s the weapon
yeah, the 9mm will tear out a melon
so mind how you’re stepping
leave you in a state if you f-ck round with felons
2007, was locked up in feltham
’06 here and my next door was kevin
let me tell you ’bout the area code
brigstock; parchmore road
mayfield park
man’s out on the streets like i can’t go home
i don’t wanna hear no lies
if i die tonight
bro, would you really go ride?
bro, would you really go ride?

[verse 4: rawza]
i was tryna get round to nine like sudoku
blade on me go through you, rawza’s dead
i’ma tail like mewtwo
obeah in my ring, not juju
see me with red, no su woo
blacked-out when i do crimes, not blue’s clues
ready for the war like spartans and zulus
moving dirt like noo noo
but i ain’t a cleaner, thunder shock like bleaker
i’m like them but deeper
that’s what your girl said when i seen her
rawza, bookey haunted creature
i dropped the bar, they pulled the beat up
you dropped your eight right after the g card
man didn’t clock that bar? better restart
draw the blasters, hydro pump then recharge

[verse 5: narxx]
ahh, buzzing
dank, billing it up on some fluff ting
roll up back to the front with that gum skin
go grab a hammer and dump and make dumpling
narxx, back to the front on some crud ting
frontline, living it like i’m not mortal
think i’m an ikkle man? feeling unlawful
send man tripping, the dank is man’s portal
nuttin’ but fire for man, i dash flames
that style deader, it’s dead, i dash weh
if that gyal deader than dead, i dash shade
cuh that gyal deader than dead, i can’t rate that
that swag never was swag, it’s not in
dem man copy their chains, it’s not bling
dem man copying fame with no links
you’re on some dead ting, you d-ckhead

- funky dee

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