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letra de narm dogs - p.y.g

[intro: t.darko]
yeah
darks
tiny darks
boost
you know how it is
no f-cks ’round ‘ere
real dons out ‘ere
bark off at anytime
pecknizzy
certified bangers innit? (pecknarm)

[verse 1: darks]
this is the pecknizzy town brudda
where young guns carry flip 10 pound cutters
no b-tches ’round ‘ere, this ain’t ann summers (nah)
but there’s gang bangers, and some dope runners (trap mash)
you know we’re on this ting, we got brought honest
pms, pyg’s will get the new gunners
and my n-gg-s screaming s.i (s.i)
p’s up to my n-gg-s like [?] and k!lla ki
you p-ss-es don’t let go (nah)
fam we dump loads (loads)
and you’re asking me why to cat (why?)
’cause every little bit helps like tescos
if you try to run i know a slug will try and hit your flesh bro
pecknarm, yeah we get dough
bark off, rasclart pits, n-gg-s best know
smart man, have you blacked out like the dress code
you n-gg-s move moist like wet hoes

[verse 2: t.darko]
this is my gang, pecknarm black gang
no fist fights, we’re letting them gats bang (bow)
mash the strip, hardcore trapper (trapper)
if your att-tude stinks, believe me i’ll slap ya
trust me i do sh-t, f-ck you and your clique
bring it to me, little pr-ck are you stupid? (mad)
couple fake peeps, but my real g’s
me and young k!lla, making real p’s
said you came ‘narm, you reached the border
you would’ve have got slumped if you came around the corner (trust me)
little d-ckheads, try something
you know fun and games why the .9’s in front of you
blacked out (blacked out), straps out (straps out)
squeeze off, [?] (out)
then back to the trap house, count up the prof from the draws that i mashed out

[verse 3: tiny boost]
you wanna know ’bout the ‘narm dogs?
come ’round town, and you’ll see that they’re ‘narmed off
we ain’t dealing with the arms [?], we’re fighting off heads til they call in the arms squad
and i keep my thing off the leash
you best bop and weave, when we f-cking squeeze
you’ll get dropped with ease
you’ll get munched in your back homes
f-ck a pig, ’cause i’m rolling with the black chrome
couple [?] leave you lying on the back roads
then it’s back to the back roads
now you know how my dogs do
bring your dogs thru’, you’ll get munched like dog food (dog food)
and you can’t tell my dogs to sit, we won’t dodge your whip
when we ride out and pop the sticks
only deal with the proper sh-t
aim and top his wig
leave him a topless pr-ck (pr-ck)

[chorus: darks]
you don’t wanna bring your dogs down to our pound (nah)
you better know ‘narm dogs bark rounds
you couldn’t let your dogs run loose ’round our bits (yeah)
‘narm dogs flex like ras pits
you don’t wanna bring your dogs down to our pound (nah)
you better know ‘narm dogs bark rounds (yeah)
you couldn’t let your dogs run loose ’round our bits
‘narm dogs flex like ras pits
you don’t wanna bring your dogs down to our pound (nah)
you better know ‘narm dogs bark rounds
you couldn’t let your dogs run loose ’round our bits (yeah)
‘narm dogs flex like ras pits
you don’t wanna bring your dogs down to our pound (nah)
you better know ‘narm dogs bark rounds (yeah)
you couldn’t let your dogs run loose ’round our bits
‘narm dogs flex like ras pits

- p y g

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