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letra de chuckle brothers (feat. v9) - jimmy (homerton)

[intro: v9]
(brigades)
ching man up and chuckle
how many man been smothered?
(come on, sapphire beatsz, woah)
how many man been smothered?
lock it, chop it, grab it, pump it

[chorus: v9]
ching man up and chuckle
to me, to you like the brothers
bro-bro left man in a puddle (splash)
yuck, how many man been smothered? (how many?)
lock it, chop it, grab it, pump it
tip-toe with the wap and bruck it (bow, bow)
gang cause some ruckus (ay)
get man up and stay humble (shh)
ching man up and chuckle (it’s splash)
to me, to you like the brothers
bro-bro left man in a puddle (ching, ching)
yuck, how many man been smothered? (how many?)
lock it, chop it, grab it, pump it (ay)
tip-toe with the wap and bruck it (brrt-bow)
gang cause some ruckus (ay)
get man up and stay humble (shh)
[verse 1: jimmy]
that’s gang, that’s gang, that’s gang (that’s gang, that’s gang)
four man, three shanks, one bap
it’s mad ‘cah we roll like that (we do)
two years, five past them bags
two got taken, two got flat
’nuff time, feds tryna get my bad
trapline kicks like jackie chan
jakes on dayk, cars, and waps (f-ck that)
hands on hands, that’s quick maths
six man, one dings, lurk through flats
my guy said ten, but i came with cash
that’s my brodie, that’s my fam
countless times that i spun this whip (spin that)
it’s mad how these grown men dash
how many times gotta reflag?
i redone peddles, i read in cast
try say jimmy in the grinder
just made a drink, i’m smooth like baileys
ready for whatever like mya
bro got the gina, bro-bro’s a lifer
them man grease in the net
but jimmy is far from a typer
i put trust in this lyca
i took l’s, but it’s minor (minor)
[pre-chorus: v9]
ching man up and chuckle
how many man been smothered?
how many man been smothered?
lock it, chop it, grab it, pump it

[verse 2: v9]
that’s gang, that’s gang, that’s gang (that’s gang)
samurai, whack man like d-mn (ay, ay)
tate for tat, grab that mash (ay)
fill it with sausage, it go ham (bow, bow)
i can’t tell no porkies (no trust)
it’s the feds wanna find the guys (some d-ckheads)
i will tell ’em a story, but nuttin’ like balamory (haha)
grip it, whip it, grab it, ching it (ay)
score like settings and leave man sleepin’ (shh, shh)
shotgun sneezin’, dem fam seen (ay)
do like—, rude boy, we’re missin’ (dead up)
old school days, textin’ my fa-bb’s
that’s bits of green and stacy
he must be trollin’
said he has grub, you know, man’s rollin’ (i’m comin’)
samurai bop, i’m with that (ay)
broski hopped out the car with dipdat
they’re g-y, little batty got whiplash
shoulda run up to him and did that (ching, ching)
v-v9 too devilish, where’s h-ll when i grip that mash?
low cost, double tap it, crash it (bow, bow)
gang do road, tryna turn man package (dead up)
[pre-chorus: v9]
ching man up and chuckle
how many man been smothered?
how many man been smothered?
lock it, chop it, grab it, pump it

[outro]
(brigades)
(come on, sapphire beatsz, woah)

- jimmy homerton

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