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letra de smacked with the butt of the gun - giggs

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[intro: fix dot’m]
uh, we’re gonna steam roll ‘em on this one, real talk
jheez, fix, wow, what you don’t know my name?
fix dot’m

[verse 1: fix dot’m]
ah, i can take your pain way
like sylar remove your headtop, take your brain away
f-ck a rainy day, cuz i blatantly rave
i was made to stay
i be getting it hard, so i’m spending it, dna chain
my god, they frozen my blood in my necklace
we roll up, me, buck and eff’ing giggs
start dumping, pitch n-ggas, sever wigs
and if you b-tch n-ggas ever snitch
i’ve got something that’ll take the tip off the everest
look, i’ll take the p-ss out of everything
spit ‘til the sh-t cl!ck, spit ‘til i’ve emptied it
slip something out, then slip something in again, raaah
tooly’ll injure him
this ain’t a movie try picturing
look, but don’t try pitching me
‘cause this sh-t buss like 63 (get it), come on stick with me
listen my punches are insane, they drop nice on your ear like an earring
mind i take you to the streets where i grind work
i can tell you how to eat, not on my turf
show you how a 9 work
show you how 1 shot will let a n-gga float like an iceberg
jheez

[chorus: giggs & fix dot’m]
smacked with the b-tt of the gun
smacked with the b-tt of the gun
smacked with the b-tt of the gun
smacked with the b-tt of the gun
had to get one in your lung
smacked with the b-tt of the gun
smacked with the b-tt of the gun
smacked with the b-tt of the gun
smacked with the b-tt of the gun
had to get one in your lung

[verse 2: giggs]
jheez!
these n-ggas know my partner, colt 4 fizzy’s my devoted barker
talked up first, ima load it after
have your white tee looking like a squashed “tomatah”
roll through gaza, phone on charge
buck boys ringing me, told me park up (skrrt)
sl-ts eyes digging me, loads of laughter
make moves and my pockets will be bulging after
mmm!
right now im cane’in the underground
me, hollowman, coz i came with another sound
yea i got straps, but i ain’t one of them loud mother f-ckers that be waving a gun around
jheez!
when my shotty raise up, and you spot gets sprayed up
it will make your little p-ssio posse wake up
i’ll lock it and pop it, then blow out, chill out
with a zoobie while sipping convousier cups, ooo
violent squad, silent shot, and im fresh of the island what
walk in a stylish top and the bird on its looking kinda lyle and scott, what
hand on my knife, yg left, spen stands on the right
and i got my gang on a hype
rolling round to movado screaming out “gangsta fi life”

[chorus: giggs & fix dot’m]
smacked with the b-tt of the gun
smacked with the b-tt of the gun
smacked with the b-tt of the gun
smacked with the b-tt of the gun
had to get one in your lung
smacked with the b-tt of the gun
smacked with the b-tt of the gun
smacked with the b-tt of the gun
smacked with the b-tt of the gun
had to get one in your lung

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