letra de tpl (jojo x o’mizz x td) - philly don’t dance - (tpl) jojo x o’mizz x td
don’t lack in traffic like froggo
or you can get shot on your block like dezzie
these guys get way too lucky somehow they’re always escaping death
and when gang pulled up in bg, lerkz ran off and left his friend
but we don’t talk about that, or back out phones just rise up skengs
ofb’s got too much rappers, not enough slappers
we’re some real top trappers, you can call us the farm block crashers
you talk about mali’s drinking lean, but your mate can’t sip no lean
he got bunned on his sweet sixteenth
f-ck that i’m beefing ?
i’m tryna bill this spliff, but i need a pagan or two in my rizz
glide in four door whips, latex on, rambos and fl!cks
they can say that the gang don’t drill
we glide round town like tokyo drift
if i’m not in the whip
i’m up on the strip tryna do deals with kits
broski love dealing the smoke but the smoke right here will give you more than cancer
blacked out like panther
7 times 3 tryna turn man casper
all in not out, if you touch one of mine we’re gliding round
tryna put a black yute in my rizla
but i’ll still ching a white boy down
said they got beef with the mali’s
but you can’t be on to my dawgies
i’ll smoke out your chargie
philly don’t dance we smoke in the party
we boogie on the opp block
it gets f-cked when we bring my army
hide your carti, summertime you best hide your barbie
said they got beef with the mali’s
but you can’t be on to my dawgies
i’ll smoke out your chargie
philly don’t dance we smoke in the party
we boogie on the opp block
it gets f-cked when we bring my army
hide your carti, summertime you best hide your barbies
i’m on the strip tryna shot these packs
if i see undies i’m running away
you can hold the 15 inch or 20
either way it rips through bellies
my whole gangs outside from early to night
if you wanna slide past be ready
big bros got his trusty stick
tryna aim and shoot, put you on telly
are you ready? are you ready?
cause this rambs hits guts like veggies
don’t take me, before i take one eye like fetty
big guns in the ride, sliding by, you can end up on the telly
tap it, tap it, the mali’s are in love with slapping
no one pop, man came with the dots
it’s your sh-lls this ting gon bruck
on the frontline where shots get popped
just seen feds, oh f-ck
said he’s on man, he must be lost
don’t lack at your local spot
i don’t need no ot spot
in the hood, my trapline jumps
run when the doors go pop
it’s them tp yutes on your block
i don’t do no cuffs, it’s feds man dodge and i hide from thots
bells in the mop, sweep up opps
splash mans top, do the tp bop
said they got beef with the mali’s
but you can’t be on to my dawgies
i’ll smoke out your chargie
philly don’t dance we smoke in the party
we boogie on the opp block
it gets f-cked when we bring my army
hide your carti, summertime you best hide your barbies
said they got beef with the mali’s
but you can’t be on to my dawgies
i’ll smoke out your chargie
philly don’t dance we smoke in the party
we boogie on the opp block
it gets f-cked when we bring my army
hide your carti, summertime you best hide your barbies
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