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67 - streets كلمات الأغنية

[intro]
sixty
for the gang

[verse 1:dimzy] x3
man a got beef in the streets
man a put skengs in the streets
man a put food on streets
that’s not ammi your smoking big man
that buds coming like leaf
connect came in with a bundle
call him a locksmith bringing in keys (trap trap trap trap)

[verse 2:sj]
i move low but i’m bait
man bang this ting after you man
that’s how you know mans face
this beef ain’t fake
ain’t in all the horsemeat
smokeskees cutting down steak
and word to my wiser gs’ that b-tch can never be bae
my loyalty’s tied i’m here with the 6 to roll anytime
won’t switch my side
they know i’ll ride like alton towers
do road with on snap five-hundred miles in 48 hours
i’ve seen man scared, they run and drop, get stabbed like cowards
dice them packs into parcels going through work on a daily
man i’ll headlock man for his stuff take that like is that don crazy
mash can’t fit in the bag put it on the backseat it’s weighty
if he lacks on the ride man i’ll shed out the car with him and his lady
don’t lack, don’t rap man slept on your block yeah man did cam
i swear down i live what i rap yeah man-a-man rap cah i want to
live corn like ld, ten toes cause i walk in my sc’s
free garz free st fresh home speeding through the sc

[verse 3: dimzy]
more pods 50
me and asap on the high roads in the cars doing 50
had to rev it up just a bit more cos the bus tried clip me
my n-ggas been firing skengs man’s way too itchy
i see dem man in the field they run away they’re b-tchy
he got one in his face that night, don’t question the 60
life ain’t fair and i don’t care
bro walked in with a square in the pack and it’s screaming smells kinda rare
who are these yutes, who are these breh’s, 67k what where?
we got skengs on skengs right here and a crash round there had a smoke round there
i phone up bro got the 50 shot , this ringer over there
my phone rings off i need that guap, i need your shares
tryna make my stack fat like a hundred argos catalogues
tell a b-tch get back actually why not you run along
my n-ggas put food on the map, where you think the skengs dem come from? x2

[verse 4: liquez]
n-ggas talk like they’re on and they on p-ss
got 6 shots in the 3 fifth, dare any n-gga try slip
and i’m swearing to god if i see any opp imma empty the clip
couldn’t care about sh-t
anytime, anywhere you get hit with the mis
try f-ck with the 6
me and gang hang out in the whip doing hits
no love for a b-tch, only love for my brothers that i got from the 6
try f-ck with my brothers, put my hand on my heart you get left in the ditch
everyone knows that 357 that i grip

[verse 5: asap]
two fat packs in a truck, coming like biggs and fridge
i ain’t leaving till i get rid of that sh-t (no way)
and my trap stack ain’t thin but i need it way more thick
f-ck a trap queen b-tch come hold this d-ck
two skengs in the automatic, trap till i die i got crackheads with them smack heads
rambo chef splash chef asap loves it
6 in a spin hot sh-lls skid round in the drive then dump it
like man’s a real g these p-ssy boys can’t beef me (no way)
you can get shot in the face with the dots for adding a k to the 60
free my n-gga doggy, m skeng and incy (free dem)
feds want us locked till we’re old and wrinkly (d-ckheads!)

[verse 6: dimzy] x2
man a got beef in the streets
man a put skengs in the streets
man a put food on streets (streets)
that’s not ammi your smoking big man
that buds coming like leaf
connect came in with a bundle
call him a locksmith bringing in keys (trap trap trap trap)

- 67

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