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letra de jango x s'kizz - next up? [s2.e40] - jango(ap)

(intro)
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(verse 1: jango)
tryna see them man on a stretcher
back road on a vespa
middle of the field like iniesta
i got bagged in ot
15 minutes away from leicester
chopping up grub with my rambo
the cats say this food is the best stuff
do it for the 3rds
you know
welcome to the party where we pop smoke
this chop pack make me choke
how many dreads in my zoot? there’s loads
free my n-ggas
i hate them letters
how could you beef with the g’s
when you know you don’t want this pepper
if i drop you a pack dont lose it
said you want smoke? then prove it
lankz is itching to turn man off
sword on him no doubt he’ll use it
no doubt he’ll use it
gang ride out no love like cupid
diss the gang then you’re stupid
bro bro whip up the work he’s abusive
they don’t move bread
they don’t ride out
they just f-ck girls
this pack on me it smells
they wouldn’t need sniffer dogs to tell
get round there and we’re raising h-ll
thingy in the ride had me breaching bail
and i nearly breached my tag
just cause the opp boys talking mad
crash crash
gangdem’s letting it go
things on us
please dont lack
we got round there 2 days in a row
and we still ain’t seen a soul
back road or main road
we don’t take snaps on the glide
my phone’s on me i was en route home
cah you know their block is a cut through
either that or it’s jump out gang
made man run like christian atsu
(verse 2: s’kizz)
bro chinged my man
ask them cameras
they chat sh-t and their ass need pampers
or worse
3×3 they shank man first
do it like yp lean and burst
bow bow
or burst and lean
splash on scene
splash mans spleen
sos for a f-cking green
(wet him up!)
inflict pain on anyones pickney
ace for the shank come way too shifty
kweffty
bro with a wap come deadly
shout crose
chestshots no leggies
f-ck all the small talk
i beg a man buck me
cause i’ve been on your block for ages
ain’t seen no one
opp block vacant
so why do they chat on pavements?
i don’t know why they talk like this
when they really won’t take that risk
see me done crashed it at pr-cks
jumped out vehicles
crahsed it at whips
you can’t talk about gang
cause gang done got down shh, shh and shh
got 3 in a week
2 in a day
how the f-ck could you talk about we?
part 2
(verse 1: jango)
they talk on us but them man lie, lie
them man lied on the beat
come skengfield can’t dodge this heat
and them man know we ride on their streets
got half my hood on my back
and the other half want me whacked
still, still get round on tag
mumzy thinks her son is mad

(verse 2: s’kizz)
what you know about being on bail for a murder
still tryna catch another murder
me d
1 ped, 1 burner
do it on my own
cheff man who’s next?
don’t do it like the opps
get k!lled for a text
hop out the ride swing metal with tec
last time i checked
we split mans neck
little bros got no (?)

(verse 3: jango)
6
knife cases before i could even buy chip
gangdem still gon’ take them trips
if we catch man lacking
like we said don’t slip
well we said don’t lack
4 man in the ride
that’s a counter attack
well we said don’t slip
tryna see some blood like i’m beefing crip
(verse 4: s’kizz)
them man run from us like we got them lurgeys
but them man have herpes
they l!ck p-ssy
them man fi dirty
thirsty
catting for thots that’s filthy
unlimited cuts he was screaming out “help me”
scoreboards healty
i need to be wealthy
jump out, selfie
cl!ck clack, bang
that’s an opp boy screaming out help me

(verse 5: jango)
i was brucking down light on (?)
sammy on me don’t f-ck with fl!ckys
on tracks he’s talking silly
when i bucked him
bro his voice was pitchy
this cali comes way too sweet
i’ll be gassing him up if i said it’s a chop pack
feds in the rear view
dodge that
plug got bits of the dog
man cop that
skengfield
crash corn no fc
we don’t kick ball baby
pull up on your block in a 4 door whip
then he’s running to his friends like jango chased me
some d-ckheads
im in ot chilling with bisheads
tryna get some money
and i bussed them cases
i guess i’m lucky

(verse 6: s’kizz)
the streets are cold
you dun been told
lack, get dipped touch bones
horrendous thoughts when i’m all alone
and i lurk for the opps
that’s 2 post codes
fill him up like an ice-cream cone
im a f-cking sav
i don’t ride with phones
fill him up like an ice-cream cone
i’m a f-cking sav
i don’t ride with phones

- jangoap

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