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letra de 3 da o - ove (uk)

[intro: greeze]
dt5 on the beat
senseii
squeeze it or leave it, you know
serious, hahaha

[verse 1: greeze]
do it live’o, no need for a catch
tryna g-check yutes for their verification (i do)
bun the buj like half the location
then locate them ‘cah they talk too brazy (bap)
fire up the beef, it’s flamin’
put two hands on the whoosh, i’m baking (bap, bap)
five things in the stove man’s staking
my placement’s long, but the 15’s stainless (eurgh)
had a yute on form ’til i went on rides, that’s facts
went school with the opps
before they was opps, used to call them n-ggas my guys
5, f-ck all the paigons, die (5)
woi, mash bread in the a
his dings in the 5th ’til i base in the 5 (5)
cuttin’ all names from the 5
problem, roll up on h, get fried (bap)
[verse 2: riskey]
give it a slap if the bruck-back’s weak (slap that)
man give it a week, drill and repeat (bow)
man can’t sleep in a bando peach
tryna burst these sweets and an opp boy eat (eat that)
dartz can’t creep like a bad one
beat, he got chinged in his mouth, now a man can’t speak (can’t speak)
done it in south and i done it in east or we do it in north, i’m a bad man, b (badman)
bro’s tryna move rocks like boulder
bro let it slap when he flings his shoulder (fling that)
we got bagged, imitation revolver
bruck-back strong, make a man roll over (ching, ching)
aim and shoot like an english soldier
gang pop out like bread from a toaster
we wave shanks, gun don’t need a hoster
duck like goose and avoid these posters (bow)

[chorus: bagzoverfame, riskey & greeze]
right now gang stuck in a case like phones (free gang)
still scream “free ty and sk”, ain’t gonna stop ’til my family’s home, they gotta free all of my bros (trust me)
do it in the h, man, i do it in the o (i do that)
when i back this blade better back your bros (ching)
get ’round there, ask “who’s involved?”
i’m a f-ckin’ pr-ck, let the truth be told (i’m a pr-ck)
roll with my darg tryna score a bone
skinniest yute with the whammest blade
they say we got arms like corleon (ching)
bang for the h, do it for the dough (bap)
cut through the h then you gon’ see o’s
ove, we don’t back out phones
gotta swing black hand when i back my woes
gotta scream “free all of my bros” (free gang)
[verse 3: bagzoverfame]
drillings all fun, still scream “free gang”, lol (mad)
i was with bro last week, now he’s feeling like coke ‘cah he’s stuck in a can (free sk)
i shop bob, no risky
step out with riskey, somebody’s gonna get tanned (bow, bow)
‘cah you know my bro’s on smoke like ‘dam (yeah)
girl say i’m rude like hullet
taste that bullet, sweets give you sugar rush, d-mn (grrr)
in n5 i’m the y.i.c (trust me)
couple man spitting some badness, no badmen, better show me receipts
i’m tired of all these neeks (these neeks)
got the five of my bags in the deen
when i step on the pitch i tap, ribery (trust me)
and i don’t even do no chattings, so, man get can’t get the tea (ching)

- ove uk

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