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letra de you can get touched - wood green

[intro: yardie]
gsr (gs)
gas squad riders
gun spray riders
yo
man like trix in the booth (tricky)
young marie (marie)
tiny yardie (yardz)
big d (big d)
a1
hold tight myself, cash money, you dun’ know, yardie
yo, free my mandem
gsr army, dun’ know
f-ck it
listen
talk is talk, yo
listen
[verse 1: yardie]
darg
i jump out the whip you n-ggas run away
your mummy begging me
“yardie, don’t take my son away”
and ’cause i’m standing where the sun don’t shine
f-ck with gsr it’s a time that you’re ’bout to die
free my brother don p, he rides till he f-cking dies
when krazy touch road, it’s peak for the other side
gsr, my family rides
we get gassed up and bally’d up and dump on your f-cking guys
i’m in the trap yard, cutting up the b and whitе
me, trix, and a couple certifiеd n-ggas by my side
i get gassed up when i got my burner by my side
i be riding out. f-ck the talking, let me guns ride (ride out)
me and my n-ggas them we ride out five man deep
guns clap, i can push your wig back straight, g
(la da, la, la, la, la)

[chorus: bd]
my dons do some mad sh-t
so don’t come around here fam and talk a bag of sh-t
because if you come around here fam, screaming ’17’
17, you can get touched, make you fly in heaven
my dons do some mad sh-t
so don’t come around here fam and talk a bag of sh-t
because if you come around here fam, screaming ’17’
17, you can get touched, make you fly in heaven
[verse 2: big d]
money is the action
everyday, running around
money was my passion (passion)
15, yeah fam, when i started talking
trying to get my money in so i can get to clapping (bop)
24/7, you’ll catch me out here shotting (all day)
and i ain’t into all these slow jams and slow vibes (no)
nah fam, i’ll keep it at these gun crimes
’cause that’s the only thing that gets me through these cold nights (gsr)
thinking of my marj, in a better life (all day)
i would’ve never thought i would get caught up in this gang life (no)
i’m money hungry but i ain’t coming for no amount of cheese (yep)
i’m trying to make more ps than the other team (lack)

[verse 3: trix]
trix, yo
talk’s cheap, so i set pace and drop man (we drop them)
we pop the burners and i ain’t talking about no [?] cars
grew up in my ends, you better keep your chain tucked (tucked)
’cause gsr will run up on n-ggas and then we take that (take that)
trap family, you know that we stack well (grands)
n-ggas claiming we sitting on 60 bags now (why?)
couldn’t see that little pinky shining on t boy
and the trap fam, serving’s always on point, don (all day)
no blanks, and my n-gga yardie lets it off (bang)
and hit man down, something like a jackpot (what?)
it’s about time you n-ggas f-cking fall back
get dough, flip that coke and hit the trap, more bang (bang)
[chorus: bd]
my dons do some mad sh-t
so don’t come around here fam and talk a bag of sh-t
because if you come around here fam, screaming ’17’
17, you can get touched, make you fly in heaven
my dons do some mad sh-t
so don’t come around here fam and talk a bag of sh-t
because if you come around here fam, screaming ’17’
17, you can get touched, make you fly in heaven

[verse 4: young marie]
young marie, yeah you know the name (yeah)
violate me, on a road ting, darg i’m setting pace (pace)
mandem need to know the swag (swag)
i will leave your man bored up, zipped and body bagged
i don’t play games, come gsr (gs)
f-ck with my team, i’ll send your body to the f-cking stars (stars)
me, yardie, trixie and that
tiny yardz and big d, man fi’ kick back

- wood green

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