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letra de line & bine - mloose (bg)

[intro]

(6 yards out, man pull up and strike him)
(step with a sword like a viking, we ying anything)

[verse 1]
we ain’t the same as them —- yutes
if we had a scorp, you should all be dead (dead opp)
parkfields born and bred, but i got serious links in the f
come parkfields then you might get queffed
—- must have been drunk or deaf
let me say it loud for the boys in the back
they ain’t ever had a bu chef (ever)
or shot, they ain’t ever done drills on the bg blocks (no)
these ni— run —- with the dots and had man run upstairs in socks
we slap that botty up —- houses
mom tried duck, but the pans and pots (slap that)
corn in my gang is soft, 1 v 1 get corn and touched (come on)
and we don’t really care about karma (no)
gang still swing them shanks
tryna leave man dead like —- father (dead opp)
—- got k!lled from my chest shot
then he came back like he left his charger
i don’t wanna hear no talk from —–
i ying him down and he left his partner, for starters
if i go to the shooting range and handle the dots that’s nothing new (it’s not)
i’ve been doing this ting since 1 6
jump out on pr-cks, who’s on who?
got no remorse for the pagan yutes
smile on my face, when i blade it through (ying dat)
—- got one in his forehead
if he never ran, i would have made it 2
[chorus] x2
everyone knows what i’m on
i ain’t gotta do talk or typing (i don’t)
i’m fully on violence
if i get bagged that’s shooting or knifing (come on)
see a pagan, on sighting
no chit chat, that’s line and bine him (bap)
i got corn for an oldschool friend that mom’s still friends but i’m still gonna fry him (fry dat)

[verse 2]
i know we ain’t beefin’ them but no
we ain’t friends, we ain’t keepin’ it civil (we’re not)
if them yutes try link with the gang, they gettin’ a straight dimissal
ad got a du4 cuz the opps pulled up and he let off the missle (bow)
what you know about chingin’ man down, his kickin’ his legs and doing the wiggle (wiggle)
hang out the ride with the dots, everyone runs like it’s thunder and lighting
i’ve chinged up someone from evey ends in my city, man can’t pop down my ting
he got done like a penalty shoot out, 6 yards out, man run up and strike him (graa)
step with a sword like a viking and ying up anything that we ain’t likin’ (ying dat)
my behaviour is frightenin’, —- got done up the party
now he can’t stand like somebody spiked him (come on)
step in the party, hand on my weapon, like a their man try a ting
he was in the peak with one of the opps, he said he didn’t know, but i’m not buyin’ it (no)
i ad bine him (slap dat)
they’re p-ssed cuz they don’t get a break (they dont)
they know i’m a pest (pest)
i ain’t slappin’ this corn from far
i’m runnin’ up close to blam his chest
—- got ripped out his clothes like a bad b when she’s getting undressed
man can’t tell me ’bout brandish waps cah if it gets backed someone is getting pressed
[chorus] x2
everyone knows what i’m on
i ain’t gotta do talk or typing (i don’t)
i’m fully on violence
if i get bagged that’s shooting or knifing (come on)
see a pagan, on sighting
no chit chat, that’s line and bine him (bap)
i got corn for an oldschool friend that mom’s still friends but i’m still gonna fry him (fry dat)

[outro]
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- mloose bg

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