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letra de back2back - sin squad

back2back lyrics
[intro]
x10

[verse 1: kayykayy]
sinsquad way too steppy, messy
we scored on o— and j—
run a man down with my blade all ready
chest, neck, back or belly
free z, free z
used to love that semi
one in the head, no headie
free trilly, pressured the pitch like messi
got him on the wing like jesse

[verse 2: bully b]
i slapped corn in the 9
the whole of the block took nine
she wit’ it, she wit’ what?
she better get out the firing line
beef with the l sounds like suicidе
if you try glide then you bettеr do it right
if you wanna run make sure your shoes tied
or get knocked wit’ [?]

[verse 3: 6ix]
civilians screaming out he a bad man
we know he ain’t like that
if you’re on us, come fight back
i don’t know how they jump on tracks
and lie in raps, that sh-t is cap
don’t be movin’ like a handicap
if i was there it woulda’ been a wrap
and that’s straight facts
[verse 4: lr]
lack, lack get twisted
no rambo, so i step wit’ my kitchen
how you tryna walk on roads wit’ gyal
you can’t get passed if you ain’t from this district
man talk sh-t and they still get fisted
he should’ve left with stitches
but he left limpin’, so i’m still grinnin’ (but he left limpin’, so i’m still)

[verse 5: kayykayy]
buck into opps they’re shy like snoochie
buck into jigga and act like whoosie
i slide like drizzy, glizzy, toosie
we’re shootin’ movie clips, boosie
the bells ain’t little like durk and uzi
turn a litch car to a hooptie
hop out the ride give him more than a two piece
lef that wet like my shorties coochie

[verse 6: bully b]
lemme get my hands on — or t—
and i’ll show bout’ celebrity juice
numerous drills got done by man
numerous drills got done by bruce
round here we don’t spin no coup
just reverse it quick, hop out and shoot
and if you hear [?] skiddin’ in the —
just know me and bruce tried put him in a zoot
[verse 7: 6ix]
we tried get him but we got his friend
oh sh-t, that sh-t was mence
corn woulda’ took off a big man head
but instead, he fled
i’m tryna leave him covered in red
it ain’t no biggie, the flag ain’t [?]
i thought that they sad l— run tottenham
my man done left, then ran out of options
then he got left unconscious, that sh-t was obnoxious

[verse 8: lr]
hit the next right, it’s feds i’m dodgin’
i don’t like them, they don’t like man
so if i seem em’, i’m doin’ up sonic
gimme the ting, i’ll rise and pop it
[?] got hit wit’ the combo, now he’s on twitter bout’ football gossip

[verse 9: kayykayy]
he try come to the l, got hit with the bell
shoulda’ patterned artillery
4 man deep wit’ 4 ramzies, tryna plot on the gang but they had an epiphany
k— get me high, heard he’s a family guy, but it don’t mean sh-t to me
now my mans off the pills, link me in the field
get drilled, put you out of your misery
didn’t ask bro if he’s rollin’, bruck it open
put 2 in the dots and smoke him
ain’t gotta get no drop, you’ll leak on your block
if you buck into me while patrollin’
not into the moanin’, i’m not controllin’
whip it out, suck it slow motion
jv is a g, like est, [?] forever is rollin’

- sin squad

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