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letra de farm all stars - ofb

[intro: bandokay]
(j-j-j-jester made this)
ay (dt5 on the beat)
yo

[verse 1: bandokay & dezzie]
bro hit him, missed that, now he’s overshook (scared, scared)
got his older shook (haha)
they know it ain’t safe when ramz is about
if you got the .380 you’re getting overcooked
lil’ man got caught, he got over jooked (ching)
bando go show, he got overbooked (ai)
bro got a problem for anyone staring, this g2x94 just all for looks
on fonem grave we don’t fear that man, yo
we just air them man
i heard he said my name, lz, and dezzie, lol broski hear them man
lightskin on the wheel, tryna scare that gang
but it’s doing up both on stair and back (shе see why)
she told me, “baby, pull her hair and bang”
my lightskin brazy, pop bеl air, best shanks (yo)

[verse 2: dezzie & double lz]
come out of jail, didn’t get put on
so i bought that line then kept it moving
cruising, no snoozing, ay, shorty said my life is amusing
new ding dong, let bumper drive (woosh, woosh)
thinking around that time you arrived (you know)
wipe down tints, pop off corn
lucky that your whole bus arrived
yo, i’m with junebug, real ofb nutter (you know, you know)
slip, then get spread like b-tter
shouldn’t of known when i breached my cutter, uh uh
really go down that gutter
them boys wish they got more bands than me
pat down huncho’s wap, where your thing can’t be
(dunno, dunno, dunno, dunno)
probably jail or fly back to ot (ay ay)
[verse 3: double lz & izzpot]
run, run when you hear that woof (awoo)
doof, doof, tryna hit man’s hood
leave that red when we ride in hoods
girl arch up her back and then hold some wood
tek it, bruck it
set it, she saying her pipe d-ck good (ai)
i’m ’round them sides and i look like a crook
when there’s suttin’ in my hand, no wonder they’re shook (krr, pow)
make a bad man run if i push their darg, no point tryna run if you’re lost (ha-ha-ha)
waps ain’t catching my pagans, they keep up
‘course they’re trying when they know they can’t
gang gang lurk with sticks in the car
ay cy, slow down the ride, move calm
lil’ savv with the sam, tryna chop ’em in half
bob with the slump, take your body apart (ai)

[verse 4: izzpot]
if you ain’t crash yutes, stab yutes, slap yutes
ain’t no way you can call man’s name on them tunes (how?)
i’m running man down with this f-ck off shank
silly man trip, then we plugged in like fumez (ah-ah)
yeah his talk is hot, he didn’t juice this pot
cah in the real life, bro, we know that yute (come on)
that’s wild animals in this farm block zoo
call gang cannibals and you might be true (mazza, mazza)
and, yeah i’m still on the block, mask on like i’m future, they don’t wanna see man fly out the hoopty (they don’t, they don’t)
slap two hands on the woosh and shank (bow)
if lz jump out, let it beat like groupies (ah, ah)
leave ’em wet, soaking like jacuzzi
watch ’em curl up when i back this f-ck off (uh-uh)
spin this ride how i spin this revolver
they were locked up way ‘fore we knew about corona
[verse 5: akz]
back of the ride, i’m tryna get slappy, clappy, free up my bros, see clappy
bando settings with trap and dappy
g17, man’s freeing man gladly (blaah)
gliding days, my hair’s all nappy
they’re baby food, them man need nappies
izzpot bugged, free bros, them savvy
done stepped out, four black yutes in ballys
i beg man don’t try rassclat at me
big baddy ting from creole with a fatty
she loves gun man, so i sing some and clap ’em
i’m a real yardman sound rude and aggy
i’m bussin’ my ting if you get too chatty (blaah)
based in broadwater farm, come catch me
girl is my age, every gyal wan’ chat me
step with my ramz if you ain’t getting tappy

[verse 6: dsavv]
i just jumped in the booth, full hyped and about, he made this drill beat sound brazy
i make girls scream “yo” like bando in the bando, where i’m tired and lazy
this ting from ls, she’s mad if she know man slide with a rubber, that’s crazy (mhm)
in the streets where i get sh-t poppin’
live-o-corn when i take it off safety
where the f-ck is prbands? they lyin’
ofb scoring points like neymar (suh)
t trap, that’s double o7
bun man skin, that’s a well off aimer
we tap these waps, no keyboard
no keyboard ’cause we ain’t no gamer (uh, oh-uh)
i could talk about drills all day, but that’s dead, that’s time, so okay, see you later

- ofb

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