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letra de s04e01 - stu sesh & blacks17

[songtext zu „s04e01“]

[intro]
yo, let me shout out my n-gga wasim before this one, man
before i speak the truth man
shank some tops, that’s us
spend some cash on the best ass
spit some tunes, that’s us, that’s what we do
all my n-ggas shank some tops
mixtape comin’ out, f-ckin’ go get it
it’s mills, gang, trust, ay, ay, ay, ay
(leonidas)
blacks

[part 1]
if i back out my shank, i’m turnin’ you dank (packed)
i’ve got free smoke like ‘dam
i don’t wave it (i don’t), i rise and aim it
trident said that i am armed and dangerous
how many guys have we left on papers? (how many?)
my brodie shoots like lakers
how many times have we woke up neighbours?
excеllent finish, alphonso davies
don’t run and trip, bettеr tie your laces
big man ran and tripped, now auntie’s stressed, she’s p-ssed (she’s p-ssed)
now her son is missed
watch who you hang with or you can get hit
m-my bro got a brand new stick
now he’s cattin’ to take a trip
put shanks in tops, it is what it is
another one put in the spliff
bad b catting to hold this d-ck (she catting)
‘014 it was fl!ck knives
should have seen the fl!ck of the wrist
f-ck —- he can rest in p-ss (haha)
if it were me i would take that strip
gorgeous one with the biggest back
like, “h-llo, excuse me miss” (h-llo)
bet your man can’t do it like this
they hate me like chris
i probably f-cked his b-tch
me and bro really tryna get rich
we’re in the next town just chompin’ on bits (ot)
put white in cling and b in riz’
we use —- as bud (haha) and —- as chip
no i can’t lack, got my shank on hip (can’t lack)
we don’t knock like ups
we kick down doors and run in cribs
section 80, man done him quick (quickly)
from young been a violent kid (violent)
i need bands like rich the kid
hop out the ride on violence
push in my shank and twist
i’m beefing nerds and racist pigs
i just caught chase, i ain’t tryna get nicked (no way)
don’t talk on my name like you won’t get wigged (like you won’t get wigged)
i don’t defend, just lurk and attack
blacks is this, blacks is that
blacks been bored up, it’s all cap
b-bando livin’, conditions mad
if you knew what i’ve done for the racks
i ran down malis and moved my packs
set up shop anywhere i’m at (anywhere)
annihilate guys when i circle flats
i beg a man get me mad
i’ll do him like axe
i just got a call from bro, he’s mad
tellin’ me the opps just dashed (f-ckin’ h-ll)
t1’s too tapped
all he wanna do is crash
i just got a chase from feds
i’m p-ssed (p-ssed) cause i lost my stash
i hit the bando and i made it back
if rap don’t work get rich off crack (uh-huh)
i’m two-four-o like nattz (blaow)
add a k to the gang, you must be mad

- stu sesh blacks17

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