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letra de giddy - tiny remz

[chorus]:
went home with my kitchen sauced
16 and i chinged up four
tell the ref best check that score
zk didn’t wanna hold that corn
(ay mobz, that sounds wavy)
huncho ran that day and i swear on my life i had his sword
powis square man take that tour
they know i grip my hammer like thor
(mora beats)
went home with my kitchen sauced
16 and i chinged up four
tell the ref best check that score
zk didn’t wanna hold that corn
(traphouse mob)
huncho ran that day and i swear on my life i had his sword
powis square man take that tour
they know i grip my hammer like thor

[verse]
latex on when i beat that rusty one that’s firm and grip
ty got shavеd in a barbershop i swear he wantеd a trim
step outside with a horridous grin
come to the ends and smash mans whip
lock off raves got hands on hips
blud
don’t get caught in the mix
she gave man uck and zk kissed it
i done d-cked down jsav’s gyal
and i told her bend her back and then dig it
man know i’m way too with it
bells in that mash and watch that jingle
step in a rave and fling mans arm
tryna leave shanks in singles
(i don’t get him get him, i wet him wet him, but watch how my arm extends)
blud, the life i live is intense
up in the shop no one chopped remz
ducked down digga, ducked down rentz [?]
n1 should’ve brought p’s in a skeng
but bro spend p’s on some shoes instead
hunch got whacked off his ped then brucked his leg he should’ve been left for dead
[chorus]:
went home with my kitchen sauced
16 and i chinged up four
tell the ref best check that score
zk didn’t wanna hold that corn
huncho ran that day and i swear on my life i had his sword
powis square man take that tour
they know i grip my hammer like thor

[verse]:
like that little n-gga ain’t rekky
there’s murder on my mind like melly
don’t do running legs in balencies
cj got it in his eye like fetty
some man changed like weather
how you think loose1 got wet up?
shank man down till the rambo bent
f-ck that blood gon’ spill like ketchup
i do road with my mother’s kitchen
left acton with my blade all dripping
up in a rave i left man swimming
left that southall pr-ck in stitches’
stuff lead in dirty barrels
kick-back from the dots gets handled
back my blade like what’s that angle
f-ck that blood gon’ spill like snapple
we pressured half of their peers
the blade don’t cry, it tears
(ya see me)
back out my f-ck off chetz on anyone’s pitney
big man screaming “lowe it!”
knife tucked in my trousers
when i use my hand i ain’t bashing
man don’t roll with my shank for fashion

[chorus]:
went home with my kitchen sauced
16 and i chinged up four
tell the ref best check that score
zk didn’t wanna hold that corn
huncho ran that day and i swear on my life i had his sword
powis square man take that tour
they know i grip my hammer like thor
went home with my kitchen sauced
16 and i chinged up four
tell the ref best check that score
zk didn’t wanna hold that corn
huncho ran that day and i swear on my life i had his sword
powis square man take that tour
they know i grip my hammer like thor
(babow-babow)
(ay mobz, that sounds wavy)
(traphouse mob)

- tiny remz

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