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letra de attempted - worksy & tapedat (gd)

[intro]
scarymadethiscold

[verse 1: worksy]
we should’ve wet — in town and then we try do it outside of his home
the different with you and me is immense
‘cause you can’t name one person that you’ve drenched
i ran up on him and i fed him my yuck
i really spend my free time glidin’
but it ain’t fun when my opps keep hidin’
if n0body said it, “wallahi we’re trying”
if i had a drop on — in the mosque
wallahi i’m lightin’ it up
talk is cheap but i tote on my smoke
my heaters blazin’ it up
have you ever ran up on a man and shaved him?
near the taxi home, you keep laughin’ it up
i got blood on my canada goose
why you think that i dashed that sh-t in the bush?

[verse 2: tapedat]
i just risked bro’s freedom
he was bait face when i done that drill
what can i say? i’m in love with the thrill
all my gd’s got attempted k!lls
i got 20 plus years in frosty’s, and man’s on probation still
how can you ask me what have i done?
numerous times had to feed man steel
it’s real, break them packs in ends with the guys
then go wyecliffe tryna make one spill
i was movin’ mad at the party, i had [?] tellin’ me chill
i looked at d, she like, “yo, should i wet that?”
now i gotta park my .9 in the fields
(now i gotta park my .9 in the fields)
[verse 3: worksy]
i told broski, “pass me the pole”
open the door, watch out and work wonders
it’s sunny outside, catch me in the [?] with the pole and the pouch with the black and white thunders
the amount of .9s and mashes are parked in the block
why you think that i roll ’round ends with a vest?
i was the first to put rons in the block
and the first to put glidin’ holes in the rocks
we would’ve ran — his ron
bait drills fate then we buss that turn
[?] ’round the ends and got sent back home
huh, i think that he learnt
i just finished glidin’, stop for a stakehouse
i eat in, i don’t do takeout
buss them doors on me
i promise i’ll rip up your favourite birdhouse

[verse 4: tapedat]
i looked in his eyes and i said, “he went in it”
me and d done my man dirty
i thought he was dead, tel broski, “bill it”
i never dropped my cop in the motion
but i’m the reason there was a spillage
my mark910 try black light me
rip through garms, i ain’t swingin’ my hands
ask the birthday girl how’s that for a scrimmage
how’s that for a party?
the first time i wet my knife, i was young
the last time i wet my knife wasn’t long
[?] was tellin’ me stop all the [?]
four on my chings and it would’ve been five
when i chucked —, never went in properly
jay done saw my face and he panicked
if the car wasn’t strong then he would’ve got duppied
i can’t even count all the guys i’ve attended
huh, i backed out my shank and ran out of maccie’s
i still got nicked but i thought i was blendin’
i got my mindi out and i’m dancin’
didn’t you know i’m in love with the fencin’
i don’t give a toss where my man’s from
get sent to the dead, [?] your bredrin

- worksy tapedat gd

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