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letra de final score - trigz hrb

[intro]
yeah, yeah
keziii
hr-pg sh-t, free the guys, rip the bros
gang sh-t
uh, look, look
listen, look

[chorus]
4-door ding when we’re gliding
pop them doors, i see man do hurdles
first time i lost scrams in a pirate
scratching my head like my yard got burgled
off this white like virgil
tumbled up in a bruck down ford
four in the morn’ is scary
just checked in for the final score

[verse 1]
this nokia keeps on ripping, i know that my girls p-ssed off at the hotty
just made two bags this morning answering calls from philip and holly
mash in jail same price as a shotty, sent so much runners to country
wallahi in deen i can fill up a [?], to all of them mums i’m sorry
i was bad up in english, good up in maths
my bro does f, but i’m good with packs
i’m with b1, yeah, he’s good with waps
talk on my name, but you’re good with cap
how’s everyone bad on a beat?
never sent shots on socials, real bad boys leave that in the street
rolled a jareer and he’s smoking sweet
rolled up rose and he’s smoking proper
step with my ying from early, used to have shanks in linda’s locker
now fill up the mash with copper, juice gon’ spill if i buck me a oppa
couldn’t believe my luck, been home for months, got nicked by soaker
leading [?] and they hit me with poker
f-ck it, charge that sh-t to the game
mom’s like “triggy, when will you change?”
i didn’t even know what to tell her, i feel like usher i trap in the rain
hrb, i got zart in my veins, don’t play with the bobby i’m bashing the k
when i had nowhere to stay, i was in a sofa sleeping at (grr)
[chorus]
4-door ding when we’re gliding
pop them doors, i see man do hurdles
first time i lost scrams in a pirate
scratching my head like my yard got burgled
off this white like virgil
tumbled up in a bruck down ford
four in the morn’ is scary
just checked in for the final score

[verse 2]
hr-pg, you know the vibes
this pd get showered and bined
i heard man till he circled the 9 with a .9, tell me why the f-ck is he lying?
suttin’ got shot in the 10, you know who it is, we’re up in the crime
bro got a lot on his wrist, still looks at his phone when he’s checking the time
everyone’s talking spinners, everyone’s talking glocks
bro you don’t even chill on your block, like tell me who have you shot?
it hurt when bd died that night, but i laughed when an opp got dropped
last boy try come to the zart got shot, nearly got put on a top
gucci’s dead, gucci’s dead, let’s go shopping in louie
just got bagged in jail with my tech, now gotta hit bae on the bluey
[?] just came over the wall, got a landing smelling all gooey
left a young boy with a two-ey, see living with peter and stewie
fl!ck it, fl!ck it – whip it, whip it, now my pyrex all cloudy
triggy you a rebel like rowdy, zk got splashed he was screaming out “lowe me”
two in a blue get mixed with maj now i got four o’s like audi
tell bab go park the ting real quick, cah the zart comes hotter than saudi
[chorus]
4-door ding when we’re gliding
pop them doors, i see man do hurdles
first time i lost scrams in a pirate
scratching my head like my yard got burgled
off this white like virgil
tumbled up in a bruck down ford
four in the morn’ is scary
just checked in for the final score

[outro]
keziii

- trigz hrb

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