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letra de island slang (remix) - inky

[inky hook]
my n-ggas on blocks
and they carry that toast
i’m from the islands you know how it go
none of my bros gon argue about hoes
we stackin this paper we stack it fosho
stack up yo paper and stay on the low
these n-ggas can’t take me out my zone
these n-ggas p-ssy they beef through the phone
my n-ggas they stepping the 9 on me now

my n-ggas on blocks
and they carry that toast
i’m from the islands you know how it go
none of my bros gon argue about hoes
we stackin this paper we stack it fosho
stack up yo paper and stay on the low
these n-ggas can’t take me out my zone
these n-ggas p-ssy they beef through thе phone
my n-ggas they stepping thе 9 on me now

[pndrn verse 1]
you’s a clown, what the f-ck you gon do me
i is a vet in this f-ck, you is a rookie
inky don’t play with him dude
put the gun in they face, you going want me to do it
i going dumb in this f-ck, let me loose it
we turning on for real, i get the bag for real
all my dogs going to war for me
yeah my brothers don’t argue bout hoes
but we get the pounds for the low
that’s a eat we going kick down he door
hush yo mouth, get the f-ck on the floor
let them know that we come from the islands
all my dogs on the block they be wilding
get the f-ck out my car if you styling
in the jam we going off we be wilding
on gang
[inky hook]
my n-ggas on blocks
and they carry that toast
i’m from the islands you know how it go
none of my bros gon argue about hoes
we stackin this paper we stack it fosho
stack up yo paper and stay on the low
these n-ggas can’t take me out my zone
these n-ggas p-ssy they beef through the phone
my n-ggas they stepping the 9 on me now

[inky verse 2]
my n-ggas on blocks and they carry that toast
i’m from st. maarten ion play with no hoes
you want some pounds we got in and out door
i’m spending and stacking i get it foshoo
i dress up the glock like i’m putting on a show
i attached the red beam i ain’t missing fosho
they say that gangsta, they really some hoes
real garden steppa wearing designer clothes
money real long no it can not fold
i got paper cuts from counting all of this dough
free kilo and zay cause dem man didn’t told
play with me, leave you with bullet holes
don’t wear jewelry spends my money on poles
counting 100s while my d-ck in her throat
shoutout p-nut that’s my dawg that’s my bro
we came in with the sticks but we really cutthroat
[inky hook]
my n-ggas on blocks
and they carry that toast
i’m from the islands you know how it go
none of my bros gon argue about hoes
we stackin this paper we stack it fosho
stack up yo paper and stay on the low
these n-ggas can’t take me out my zone
these n-ggas p-ssy they beef through the phone
my n-ggas they stepping the 9 on me now

- inky

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