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letra de no hook 2.0 - sin squad (ss)

[verse 1: lr]
i’m a park lane boy so you know i’m on badness
juice gon’ spill like magnum
what is the point of dashing?
didn’t need to get close, bro just tanned him
bang it, bang it, everyone vanished
in the hood we’re some local bandits
how are you getting nicked for a wap that ain’t banging?
banging, sinsquad pull up, it’s tragic
what happened to ramz was magic, should’ve been dead i don’t know what happened
still pull up on the aves, on a gang ting
letting off handtings, know i ain’t [?]
edmonton is full of new plate gangsters
jumping on vids, tryna’ impress cameras
ot get straight to the banking, not tryna’ end up on the landing

[verse 2: bully b]
it’s 9am, and my hot lines are ringing like mad
this time last i was up on the wing, doing bang up’s with sav
back to the trap, let’s get these racks
shout’ jayrose for the loudest lampz
and i ain’t telling no porkies, all this sh-t that i rap is facts
he weren’t tryna’ get splashed, oh well, oh d-mn, he still got splashed
i don’t swing my shank like latts, i swing it like jigga or sav
man can’t chat to me about drillings, cah’ i got more then ten on my shank
lampz, mello, chop, all of them got put in this dank
[verse 3: tp]
on the 9 we’re lurking, really try put them yutes on shirts
i swear tempz got bored and snitched and i told this yute that he’s a nerd
like a 100 men in their vids but when you slide round’ their block be vacant
if i buck me a opp on the mains, pedestrians get out the way, it ain’t safe
we some sinsquad members, park lane bullys
you don’t wanna’ see blackz in the black whip
hands on suttin’ naughty
i ain’t tryna’ end up dead like lampz, i roll with the dusty .40
i ain’t slap for no white porkie
do man dirty and burn my laundry

[verse 4: lr]
i don’t wanna’ hear no chat
shanks get backed and they do dash
afghano where shh got splashed
i try catch up but he turned flash
still held one in his back
on the way back i see them jads
foot on the gas, rammy on my lap
there is no way that i’m getting bagged
hit the blocka and built this lampz
lampa lampa is in someones dank
six men squashed in this four door whip
might i can really talk about these drillings
on the other side juice been spilling
jayrose get’s to the chingings
fouyad held one, what was he thinking?
now he can’t listen, [?] all grinning
jooby with the dotts just linning
juice in the mouth, good riddance
[verse 5: gp]
i can’t lie when i’m out on the lane, my 17 inch is tucked to my waist
i’m tryna’ move low but i’m bait
i think the whole country know my face
free a, got corn for days
if you slip up, that’s your own mistake
ty still counting days, it’s been three years since i’ve seen his face
got love for ramz, got love for jigga
for bro i slap that spinner
the opp boys ain’t done no drills, i swear [?] is way too inner
i’m in the ride with some real top chingers
i’m stepping with o, i’m stepping with jigga
my opps keep chasing fame
with no reactions it’s your friend we bill up

[verse 6: uncs]
could’ve played football in the pitch
[?] on the wing
but i’m on your block, tryna’ slap this stick
pray i don’t end up on the wing
i’m anywhere where them niners be
suttin’ like a shadow g
how is my man rapping on we?
and we don’t know him, so irrelevant neek
i’m with bro bro stepping, tryna’ slap this corn in your melon
i’m tryna’ slap this corn with tekkers, ain’t no way i’m letting down these levers
better tuck your wrist [?]
i love jv cah’ my bro’s on beef, i love rambo cah’ my bro’s on beef
f-ck a paramedic, i heard lamppost is dead on the scene
i’m a rambo kid like tugga and sneakz
protect your chest, don’t run from me
bae’s if you lock this heat, i get your hair done and your nails on fleek

- sin squad ss

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