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410 - civilians (pt. 2) كلمات الأغنية

[intro]
tr on the beat
bow, bow
ay

[verse 1: bt]
some subliminal shots from civilian n-gg-s
civilian opps, civilian snitches
like, man ah just sound like squads, some dumb little b-tches
no face, no trace, these latex gloves will handle the heat like mittens
man see a opp, man see a opp, man drill him
fill it to the brim, man fill it, had man running like chickens
jump in the juice, leaving his shoes, moving like the shoes didn’t fit
jump out the coupé, one for the yute, moving like you weren’t in bits

[verse 2: rendo]
fill it to the top, man fill it
run a man down with a blade and man ah take bones out your back like fillet
young boy spill juice and when you come back to the ends, man bill it
boom, bow, man did it and if he ain’t down with the 4’s, man drill it
n-gg-s can’t beef squad, n-gg-s can’t beef gang
how you gonna talk about guns and when i stuff corn in my gun, man ran
mummy out, blacked out windows, shotgun, couldn’t see who’s in the van
live corn don’t jam, man ah just boomed of his door like gang

[verse 3: ys]
six shots and it’s feeling all mad
teeth in the bag with the mash, suttin’ defo garn get splashed
n-gg-s just talk bare fiction, man ah just talk bare facts
like, mind how you talk from the back, corn might fly through your back
fifteen inch on my waist man, stretch man up on the mains
od up in the o moving the light and the beige
spend about twelve on the spin then spend about six on the gauge
hit the opp block with my fisherman hat tryna blow man’s face

[verse 4: rudez]
man, i run down n-gg-s in my hooch, kidnap n-gg-s in my truce
boot after n-gg-s in my loubs
my young boy’s onto the opp, my young boys dem spill juice
came to your block in a four door coupé
man, i got a .44 long, take away a life from a yute
man, i’m really in that trap, man, i got a ot line and i hit a frontline too

- 410

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