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letra de plugged in - workrate

(part 1)
[intro]
(senseii)

[verse]
wanna know why they call me workrate?
cah’ in the streets workrate gets chingy
i remember that day so clearly
me and s we bored up —–, silly
fifteen chings, we did that swiftly
sp dished like six buck fifties
slicer had no shank, sticky
f-ck it, metal pole just swing it
how is bro in the stomach and back and titties
back to the ends, my shank is stinkin’
remember that day we chinged that
we done him up funny like sinbad
two fifteens, they’re twinnin’, swingin’
p-ssed that we never got to bill that
or remembеr that time with s
broski feedin’ his rambo, pagan stretched
had mе racin’ with g, no s
move up let me feed him this sword instead
he watched his cousin
we kept on cuttin’ like a scene from scream, is he dead?
civilians screamin’, it’s dread
draw us out, you get fed
they want clout, go on den’
we put opps in rasclart z’s
there was four of us with only blades
had twenty pagans runnin’ away
fat boy tripped, stress
we kept on dippin’ and cuttin’ away
thank allah that i never caught bird for the things i done or the things i say
the girls surprised how i speak so violent and we still pray five times a day
stop off the maghrib do the mad ting [?] then pray
we got opps that gets on tops
i’m good, if we could we’d change today
we got opps that gets on tops
i’m good, if we could we’d change today
they already know my broski’s roll with the smoke
like you can get hit like —-

(part 2)

[chorus]
slidin’ through in a —- flat
they ain’t outside, it’s vacant akh
hotbox cars with shanks and waps
show me a opp, i’ll spray it at hats
we got beef all over west
who said they’re winnin’? donate him a cap
what’s the benefit of a vest, we hit heads when we aim and slap

[verse]
p-ss me off, i ain’t hittin’ the booth
three 8 bars come small but hefty
i ain’t rinsin’ two if i drill it at you
we hop outta coupe’s and shoot
the pagans used to wet it, it’s deja vu
my manager tellin’ me stick to music
cah’ he been clockin’ the brilliant moves
old school days it was rides out manoeuvre
done it in cabs and cars and scooters
he left the hood, that boy is a loser
tracked him down, way outta town
broski took off his head like medusa
tracked him down, way outta town
broski took off his head like medusa
i never thought i would come this far
just the other day i was chingin’ opps
and slingin’ dark to kyle in the park
me and chingdat was in competition
who’s gonna bring back a spliff from bark?
it rassed’ it clocked [?]
this beef died down cause’ three in a —-
little bro [?], buck into opps it’s curtains
i’ma’ tell him aim up high at the target
and i got faith in him, he’s [?]
i don’t even care about the thrill right now
opps talk bad, kick back, i’m laughin’
done bare things, my cv is the largest
all now i still ain’t got no scars
it’s probably mummy that’s prayin’ to god
p-ss me off, i ain’t hittin’ the booth
p-ss me off, i ain’t hittin’ up [?]
remember that day when i chinged up two?
remember that day when i chinged up…
intensive care, should’ve been in this zoot
normal procedure, used to be eager
numerous shankin’s, been round slappin’s
taped off shh when i let that bow
you left your b-tch and ran, that’s rude
broski gun bucked her, that’s rude
month later, she freed the cooch
if i wanted, i could’ve dig that too
andrew tate just tweeted my song
now i got bare hoes tryna fling off knickers
that ain’t my interest, chasing the millions
i had the music bag, was ridiculous
[chorus]
slidin’ through in a —- flat
they ain’t outside, it’s vacant akh
hotbox cars with shanks and waps
show me a opp, i’ll spray it at hats
we got beef all over west
who said they’re winnin’? donate him a cap
what’s the benefit of a vest, we hit heads when we aim and slap

- workrate

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