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letra de plugged in freestyle - sneakbo & j boy

part 1

[intro: sneakbo]
yo, sneakbo
shout out my brother jigga j in the cut
jon cass
plugged in, fumez the engineer
done know
brixton, a-town
free all my n-ggas, gang

[verse: sneakbo]
my daddy went around and made me hate him (truss)
said he’s coming for me, i was always there waiting
mummy was a hustler, she was money making
two jobs, that’s no day-offs, i gotta rate it (yes)
posted on the blocka with the shotters on the parna
sellin’ light and dark, i’m only smokin’ marijuana
“i ain’t goin’ jail” and then i went straight after
when life is going wrong, i used to blame it on my father
had to get smarter, more paper, less drama (drama)
brother abdullah tellin’ me i need shahada
blocks and mad mikеs tryna bring me to the church
everyday, it’s gеtting crackin’ fam this sh-t was gettin’ worse
all i think about is racks, i don’t think about a b-tch
all i do is count cash, you can say i’m half rich
if money had a p-ssy, then i might beat whips
stack it up, double it
get the money, cuddle it (cuddle it)
stacks, stacks, stackin’ up paper
nowadays, everything, i do it, i do it major
i can’t see the other side, see you later
she wanna f-ck, she just tryna get vvs
buss down, bottom up now
yeah, she wanna f-ck now, give her doggy-doggy style
when the streets in the south, big wap when i’m ’round
in the aa town, tell them n-ggas “come ’round”
still up on the hood, i’m in the trenches
comin’ to my block then you better be on guest list
check this, all my little brothers move reckless
free m, judge tryna give a life sentence
low-key, rollin’ in my whip, i got my pokey
smokey, n-ggas want me dead, it’s no jokey (how do you mean?)
is this the fame or the roley?
n-ggas wanna k!ll me, but these n-ggas don’t know me
winnin’ in the streets, no trophy
i could never let a b-tch n-gga ghost me
we can f-ck but b-tch, don’t post me (don’t post me)
i’ve been outside since 03′
[outro]
fumez the engineer

part 2

[intro]
they know alot of people ask us “how is cdot funded and where do you get your money from?” the simple answer

[verse 1: sneakbo]
i get paid off rap, i’m up
still up in the ‘ood, i’m stuck
when i see them man, they’re f-cked
the mandem keep it tucked
fam, most of the opps are bruck (broke boys)
take a look at these n-ggas
i can tell they don’t make no guap (none)
none of my n-ggas have dropped
from this beef, the lying should stop (stop that)
h-lla opps got touched (boom)
i swear a couple of man got dropped (yes)
but they rap like their team’s on top
i’m ’till a round when it gets on top
liar, liar, say “you’re rider”
pants on fire, just for the typer (tahaha)
you ain’t mash no works
boy, you ain’t ever did no dirt (joker)
opps ain’t been on the curbs
since that yute got put in a he-rs- (woosh)
whip got put in reverse
make man family cry in the church (oh, lord)
when the mandem swerve-swerve
gbh, or worse (skrr)
attempted m’s and m’s, yes the mandem shank and burst (blaow)
bro just pitched that nerd
burn that whip, whip got burnt
watch and learn, soon, your turn
hold it firm, skid and skrr (blah)
so don’t mention gorz (gorz)
i don’t wanna diss, it’s war
wanna see them man dead on the floor
the mandem l!ck man down, of course (blaow)
bro-bro slap that wap
and clap that gauge, that’s broski-broski (boom)
make man get new tats’
go ask them man, ask loski-loski (ask him)
it’s smoky-smoky, bro move sick with the pokey (rah)
rip up your sin and stoney (rah)
take off your chain and roley (blah)
risky-bisky, holy-moly
old-school like mick foley (yes)
i’m too cosy, i move bosey
i know them man want ghost me
i know them man wan’ slay me
try me and a man get madder than yd (yd)
rise up my ting, shiny (shiny)
i turned that block into a crime scene
[verse 2: j boy]
bare man rap in the booth (chattin’)
it’s all lies, where’s the proof? (where)
and no, we ain’t callin’ a truce
gang still tryna put all of your guys in a zoot (grr, bow)
what’s in my cup? a-u
ay, she wanna f-ck, m-a-u
i’m chillin’ with this baddie in facetime
tellin’ bare lies, what a spoof (she lyin’)
jook mg, what it do?
i can ying that down or i’ll grip and shoot (ying dat)
boom, bet i shake the room
more time, i’m with bro when i stick and move (grr)
why they lyin’ on tracks?
claimin’ works they did not do (they didn’t)
gbh with the case at hand
all ‘cah i got that yute
straight up disrespect
claimin’ you harlem bop on the block that straight up gave you rep (how)
the brix made all of these men (facts)
scope out their older’s vids, i swear you can point out all of these gm’s (go check them)
and most man ain’t on p-ss
i swear i can see why you all made friends (facts)

[bridge: sneakbo]
bro-bro slap that wap
and clap that gauge, that’s broski-broski (boom)
make man get new tats’
go ask them man, ask loski-loski (ask him)
it’s smoky-smoky, bro move sick with the pokey (rah)
rip up your sin and stoney (rah)
take off your chain and roley (blah)
[outro]
fumez the engineer

- sneakbo j boy

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