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letra de #ofb sj - plugged in w/ fumez the engineer - sj

[intro]
what we drinking? it’s f28 baby
yo, plugged in with fumez right now
your boy sj, you know the f-cking vibe man
the truth, mr y.i.c, free the gang
woi-oi

[verse: sj]
what’s the price on his head? just give me the drop
only takes two secs, i’ll run in his cell
there ain’t no cameras, they ain’t pressing a bell
just watch how i volley mans head off the shelf
there ain’t one habsi more frying in felts’
i’ve heard nuff’ gun boys scream like a girl
had a roll-on, in the top was a nail
try wet down anyone popping the l
i don’t take no bad up
he tried running his mouth and got caught in a pickle
[?] smashed up [?] and paused for a second and started to giggle
he tried running his mouth, got a right hook
think he’s disabled, he started to dribble
i see yutes get chopped from their head to their nose
now he can pose like split in the middle
[?] so don’t be ashamed if you’re holding a punch up
just rised up the suttin’ in gbg
you’re more of a nerd if you’re firming a one touch
riding [?], i’m on the wing
gov he’s my bredrin, i’m brining his lunch up
two [?] bro swinging it crazy
mad, it’s like bros swinging with nun chucks
i’m at the servery, hands in my trousers
don’t trust yutes in induction wing
face is bait, don’t look at me funny
it’s gonna get peak if i clutch my ching
i’m on the booth phone, too much echo
i’m ending the call, i don’t trust my pin
dst on my neck, they won’t let me breathe
been two weeks since i flushed my sim
visits is frying, don’t slip with a b-tch
go ask —– what happened on his
one shank on me, ain’t small, it’s a big one
swing this one, i leave him with a stitched lung
swing this one, you ain’t hitting a meds-hatch
on a escort straight to the nurses
he ain’t in jail for a booting or stabbing
i’m bursting his bubble, he’s in here for purses
mum said ”son don’t go the the opp block”
she don’t know that suttin’ got knocked off
bl!cky with me when i’m in a function
after party, fling corn from this droptop
opps try link up dissing the gang
—– got dropped, bro knocked his socks off
i had a .32 spin ting local
any location, strips get locked off
—– got splashed
—– got splashed
—– got splashed
—– got splashed
—– got splashed
—– got splashed
—– got splashed and crossed off the map
—– got splashed
—– got splashed
and —– got —–
and —– got —–
all of them drills was done by man
i’m calling it utra-attack

- sj

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