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letra de ching - lf70

[verse: junez]
the cops still clueless, ain’t got a trace
when shh got —— in the face
we’re some opp block steppers
please don’t step up i ain’t tryna catch me a case
n-ggas know i’m a walking problem
creep up close with a stick and pop them
swords and guns got plеnty of options
race down opps and chop them
got a big fat shank on my waist for protection
gеt around there and start pressing
i laughed out loud when my name gets mentioned
them boys drill for attention
me and bro let shots to your house
now ride for your section
t pop that pole from the back
playing duck duck goose
when they hop them fences
[verse: rkkloco]
the drills we said and done
we out here, they ain’t living it safe
won’t hear nun, till we let that slap in the arvo, just might send you away
stop all this nonsense, go on a glide and drill
if not then get out my face
they ain’t safe, we spray them up so don’t talk on the gang
confused that they ain’t seen sh-t
bro didn’t see one of them in a wheelchair
big r got laid out
what you gonna say now?
still don’t know how we got there
don’t ask bout play fair
go ask your mate in a casket snoozing
bout to show you who’s losing, enough with the rumours
we let it slap and we’re stupid

[chorus: junez]
don’t use our name in the drill scene
cos we cheffed up half of your team
1 got chinged, 2 got knocked, 3 ran off, 4 got chopped
anyone out there wanna test my ching
come through and we’ll see whos king
don’t lack on the road, got things on hips
get them down if i use that switch
[verse: gfb]
brodie, pass that extendo
get round there we keep it tucked
like rambo trapping in the bando, slap that corn up like where’d your men go?
run up on you b-tch get on your knees and do what i say so, left him red
back to the trap bro slinging that yayo
food comes white like mayo
—- p-ssy boy, stop that cap
proper60 dirty gronk, you f-cking dog, who let that slap?
aim at tops his legs got popped
long live —- you f-cking dog
tinouati in my bong
we got him down we done him wrong
corn get slapped and we get them –

[verse: stickyy]
lurk on the opp block, rise and tan
blanco saw my face and ran
—- got cheffed and e1 ran
—- got cheffed and sang
top of the league, their side don’t bang
chill on the block, where their boys don’t hang
2 v 10, but they still done dash
skid, skur, crash, khalas
t.h got sent to the gulag
bro, who’s that, aim once and shoot that
shots on my hip like blu tac
you rapping, but we go do that
—- was talking too bad, then he got sat down that’s too sad
fresh home from the cage
i still ain’t change
all eyes on me, like tupac
[chorus: junez]
don’t use our name in the drill scene
cos we cheffed up half of your team
1 got chinged, 2 got knocked, 3 ran off, 4 got chopped
anyone out there wanna test my ching
come through and we’ll see whos king
don’t lack on the road, got things on hips
get them down if i use that switch

- lf70

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