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letra de no remorse - mitcham b

[intro – mbunny and sg]
mitcham, paceworld, uh?
rip rider, rip boogie
free my guys
gang, gang, gang, gang
mbunny
sn-sn-snr

[hook – mbunny and sg]
snr no remorse
free guys locked behind bars
you don’t want to see our four
dilligent splash and leave some scars
kick down doors, run up and trap
skeet in a four door car
can’t talk ’bout beef
being in the front line
them man don’t leave their yard

[verse 1 – sg]
you ain’t banging on us you’re mad (nah)
that’s a 125, four door ride
anywhere the corn get slapped (bow)
and kg ran with his samurai sword
come on bro let’s talk facts (run off)
man get round there in a 300s
that’s a hi-vis and a wap (ooh)
man do pushbike mode in your block
man comment your gaf (come on)
15 inch insert that splash (ching)
being in the trap now i can’t take naps (‘uh?)
cats on vaults man banks that pack (‘uh?)
bulletproof vest ain’t saving necks and protect your hat
free up the bros and free up the m
samurai sword couldn’t fit in the bag, look at the length
can’t show my face cah i’m way too bait
cah i been around gangs like ken (no face)
man i love me a brown and peng (‘uh?)
you can hold my zs
as long as you don’t tell your friends (shh)
i was in the trap, you was at home in bed
you was down chasing down gyal
i was on the main road chasing down opps instead (ay come ‘ere)
i back my shank and the boy best pray that he makes that fence (dash)
how can you talk about war
how can you talk about score
b got touched and he ain’t come back to the ends (‘lowe)
finna’ get grub in a day like darling
i ain’t got heart so you best do legs (b-tch)
hear the mudu dotty and the dudu bow and these zengs (dudu bow)
you don’t back your friend it ain’t right (nah)
we did it in a four door whip
and we did it on stolen bikes (skr skr)
man kick down doors, yo surprise
what’s that, hands up, bye (bow)
if i ain’t got my shank i’m p-ssed
but i throw up my hands like mike
if i ain’t got my shank i’m p-ssed
but i throw up my hands like mike
[hook – mbunny and sg]
snr no remorse (snr)
free the guys locked behind bars (free up)
you don’t want to see our four
dilligent splash and leave some scars (dip dip)
kick down doors, run up and trap
skeet in a four door car (skr)
can’t talk ’bout beef
being in the front line
them man don’t leave their yard (jokemen)

s-s-snr no remorse (snr)
free-da guys locked behind bars(free up)
you don’t want to see our four
dilligent splash and leave some scars (dip dip)
kick down doors, run up and trap
skeet in a four door car (skr)
can’t talk ’bout beef
being in the front line
them man don’t leave their yard

[verse 2 – mbunny]
anyone man know really tryna bruck this crop (man know)
you’ve been at gaffed like cuddling kwengs
i’m really tryna f-ck that thot (like wasteman)
like trap mode on bad b with a link
true say man don’t give no toss (f-ck off)
me and gang we run up in the bando
bs and grub better take that loss (bare l)
bare trap and like themselves (huh?)
nothing but fakes and pr-cks (rush b-tch)
rush road and we jump in the ride
don’t score so i style ’bout blades and sticks (bow bow)
no face when we ride on blocks
[?] tryna’ get me nicks (no face)
these opps can’t ride on the m
they get sent back, they ain’t on p-ss (fake u)
fake love get shown when you’re six foot down
[?] went haha, i roll with this burner
come out my face soon clown (ha hah)
shut down a party, pass straight through
smiles there turn to a frown (upset)
wake and bake go zoot and tea
gin out the side of my gown (i’m-)
i’m-i’m all flavours man just bun up the loud (all o’ that)
loud and peng then i might just holla
you’re hold tight cus i’m up on the roads
two four tryna getting this gualla (cah i’m busy)
bad b screaming out “papi” ooh ooh
she want me to cuff (papi)
i’m up in the bando trap with the cats
and the amma just bruck (try bruck)
chat don’t give two f-cks (no way)
man roll with the ramz all tucked (yeah?)
ten toes on the opp block front line
my man ran but didn’t come back (where you gone?)
took an l and i was like f-ck
finess my man you ain’t getting that grub (no way)
on a vesper a ding dong ped
feds pulled up and my lead got bruck (ahh)
and my lead got bruck (ahh)
[hook – mbunny and sg]
snr no remorse (snr)
free the guys locked behind bars (free up)
you don’t want to see our four
dilligent splash and leave some scars (dip dip)
kick down doors, run up and trap
skeet in a four door car (skr)
can’t talk ’bout beef
being in the front line
them man don’t leave their yard (jokemen)

snr no remorse
free-da guys locked behind bars
you don’t want to see our four
dilligent splash and leave some scars
kick down doors, run up and trap
skeet in a four door car (skr)
can’t talk ’bout beef
being in the front line
them man don’t leave their yard (jokemen)

- mitcham b

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