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letra de next up? - s13 (cge)

[intro]
ghosty

[verse 1]
me, loch, young screw, f2, that’s ocg
and i got love for my woodgrange tugs, i’ll slap mans head for my odb’s
wait, oh no, please, i swear down that i don’t even know these neeks
but they wanna tarnish s13, tryna get drops there desperately
cah when i buck up with a opp, i get a rush, no ecstasy
like, lemme just light this blunt then mix my promethazine
trident locked up all my members and they f-cked with my mentally
so much teeth for the war, cg like a dentistry
free my hood, back to the jug, stones of each, man push
crack rocks glisten, fishy budge, bells in the clip, let’s see what’s good
deep down you know you ain’t hood but them man wanna force it
ten toes with the 9 tryna corpse it, -rs-nal called cah we really enforcing
four riders up in the car
man know me, i’m a gunna, if i hit your chest, gonna drip too hard
straight drop to the white things, up all night, make it easy to flip this dark
man wanna snap and tweet so i gotta go grab latex and a mask
i got stabbed in 015 and n-gg-s wanna live off of dirt from the past
it’s been more than a year since your friend can say that he had a beating heart
man just pull up and beat from cars
let me tell you about your favourite rapper, moving like he had his wapper
saw three shanks and then done the dash, popstar, come like the boy mick jagger
f-ck off shanks, if i pull up, don’t stagger
hate when i ask that question and they move like they got a stammer
manual whip with the auto hammer, leave mans face all over the banner
it’s your world, r-i-p, when them 12 bells scatter, shatter, everyone fried like their head back fr-ss up
tryna run man down and catch up, point blank range on the mains, no back up
realised i had to get my stack up, then i bando’d like i did my bang up
she talk loads so i hang up the phone, chop up the slate then bag up the bones
two waps up, we are hazarding zones, my grey ting give the maddest of throat
before custom juice, juice was spilling
me and local doing up tour de opp block, had the bike tryna do us wiggins
and i’ll do it for the whole of the 7, that’s woodgrange or wc
i had to greeze up the 9 with vas’ cah me and local never had wd
i was in beckton and you was in house, got two different meanings
you was indoors doing ch-r-s in the gaff and we had the broom, weren’t doing no cleaning
man know that i might have to eat him, if i hear that he’s doing his ting
and i never even got my ching, how you think that i just came off the wing?
link that, all them purchase
bruck that down on surface, wrap that up then straight to the serving
five star, man ah get service, me and twin trigger, man know that’s curtains
big dots put lump in your head like turban, you don’t wanna get his burs’ing
you don’t wanna feel this burs’ing

- s13 cge

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