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letra de anyone (mixtape mix) - young kye

[sample: paug vs heartless crew]
after mi bring yuh pon b-mbaclart mic tribute yeh
yuh come up here and try diss badman!
alright, bushkin!
run the riddim, run the riddim!
run the bludclart riddim!
(slow down)
run the bludclart riddim!
man ah f-ssyhole!
man ah f-ssyhole!

[chorus: wiley]
shotgun, shot pump, shot anyone
diss who? diss, them, diss anyone
fire what? fire who? fire ah go bun
black what? black who? black r1
shotgun, shot pump, shot anyone
diss who? diss, them, diss anyone
fire what? fire who? fire ah go bun
black what? black who? black r1

[verse 1: young kye]
yeah, man made ps, man did road
man move keys, man move os
mano got a body, then he went jail
served four years, mano came home
then got another case, then i got a case
back to my ends, then i met nafe
man don’t know, i do my ting
don’t f-ck with the digits or f-ck up the pay
i just went and caught a case (bust my stick)
been in station for a day
no comments in the interview
i ain’t got a word to say
ain’t no friend of mine a snitch
bust the case or ride the bid
ain’t a n-gg- serving no time
for something man might’ve did
yeah, i was seventeen when i built a phone
you get that work like you’re calicoe
i was a shooter like swagger
the youngers, they must’ve forgot but you n-gg-s know
what’s all the fuss and the talk about?
n-gg-s talk sh-t, tryna draw you out
i just got a lick for a large amount
f-ck all the beef, look what guns you can order now
yeah, this is not hollywood
i shot the bobby in front of the molly shop
before i bought a box, before i bought a glock
lf to dem ends, my n-gg-s, we got it locked
n-gg-s talk bodies, no bodies drop
after my tape, man’ll probably stop
you took a l, should have got him shot
when you’re from the l, this is all you’ve got
(bust my stick with this rusty clip)
light up the strip that you swerve from the feds
(bang, bang anywhere)
no love in my heart until one of them’s dead
this kind of life make you burn your connect
this kind of life make you murder your friend
this kind of life made you (bang, bang anywhere)
this kind of life made me (bust my stick with this rusty clip)

[verse 2: reds]
stepped in with sauce on spill
man can’t push my b-ttons, dawg i ain’t got no chill
man stuff corn ina spin ting
i rise that wap then drill
n-gg-s dem thought that i fell off, me i’ve been active still
still on my ting
ain’t had time for the writing
doing up curb, and grinding (buss my stick)
my young boy’s certi’ riding
jump out the uber wiling (bang bang anywhere)
packs on fleek, no hyping
step with sauce, man’s styling (buss my stick)
still gotta mash them reddies
got no love for a bezzie (what else?)
my hand ting clip all bendy
more time i call that lengthy
these man nothing but banter, real funny man like eddie
ten toes, broad day with the wappa, i see a whole team get leggy
them boy there just petrified
when i back my wap on a main, have your whole block doing exercise
man run, man duck, man hide, certain man do electric slide
live corn gon crash out the car, switch that in enterprise
i’ve been drilling from way back when the green light, go get your guys
i’ve been out here patterned
them boy there eat rations
the whole of the pack got flattened
me, i ain’t into the bragging
but i be getting this cash in
twenty-four’s on jug
h-ll of mileage in the wagon
broke n-gg-s, them move like f-ggot

[verse 3: izzie gibbs]
buss buss stick, gloves grip rusty clip
and a musket, quick, must be skits, sick, twisted
arsonist, been gifted, trust me and diz
mastered sh-t, the masterplan, we harnessed it
it’s hard to live in a dark abyss
they wanna do be like sandra bland, tarnish man
you b-st-rds will start to swim before you see me at my end
like my elbow’s cartilage, understand
iz is h-lla gone wid it
got demigod lyrics, f-ck getalong gimmicks i’m stepping on limits, you’re livid, it’s vivid
i’m megatron init, your androids tekking off
iz’s patterns carry on, i’ll be sending on spirits
responsibilities diminished
don’t asked why i did it, djinnish, ain’t finished winning
can’t flip it to something it isn’t
you don’t get it in
it’s better to hide than to be buried alive, izzie gibbs
pure menacing, friend or opp? is he telling fibs
or is he genuine? f-ck feds
locking up n-gg-s for anything
and they’re doing that’s sh-t like it’s anything
f-ck the cause, f-ck the law
f-ck a warden and f-ck the war, f-ck an award
they should put me up in a ward, sure
or in a morgue
it’s nothing, i came up from the bottom, i’m raw
kick down doors, now i’m watching ’em pause
f-ck you, n-gg-, pause, i’m important
you’re an irrelevant source, i got sauce
it’s not like i didn’t ever tell ’em before
bettered my form now i’ve got premier force
buss buss stick and leave man bodied and torched, b-tch

[chorus: wiley & young kye]
shotgun, shot pump (bang bang anywhere)
diss who? diss, them (buss my stick)
fire what? fire who? (bang bang anywhere)
black what? black who? (rusty clip)
shotgun, shot pump (bang bang anywhere
bang bang anywhere, buss my stick)
fire what? fire who? (buss my stick)
black what? black who? (rusty clip)

- young kye

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