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filthy gears - frog leap كلمات الأغنية

[verse 1: ets]
ets, man, i move like casper
i make bunning mcs look cazh, bruv
i see bare mcs wanna act up
till i start dishing out bangs like blanka
i move sick with my left like mata
swing first, i don’t really wanna chatter
man down and your nose will scatter
i’m sick, man, i move sick like a shanker
see, me, i don’t understand banter
i’m surrounded by cash like a banker
i’m surrounded by cash like a bankroll
i move grub in the night in my kangol
f-ck your girl mad rough, i will strangle
two rounds with a guy she can’t handle
two bangs from my right, you can’t handle
two shanks from my guy, you’re dismantled

[hook: ets & big zuu]
man never knew ets was deeper
i’ve got darker flows, i’m that creeper
e-t-s, man, i throw down peng tings
ask about man, i’m a real frog leaper
man never knew zuu was deeper
i’ve got darker flows, i’m that creeper
z-double-u, man, i throw down peng tings
ask about man, i’m a real frog leaper
man never knew ets was deeper
i’ve got darker flows, i’m that creeper
e-t-s, man, i throw down peng tings
ask about man, i’m a real frog leaper
man never knew zuu was deeper
i’ve got darker flows, i’m that creeper
z-double-u, man, i throw down peng tings
ask about man, i’m a real frog leaper

[verse 2: big zuu]
it’s lyrical bangs to the mouth
you don’t go in like you’re banned from your house
tryna relax like you know
them holidays tanned with your spouse
you man are just g-ssed like carbon monoxide
you don’t wanna get your black bean cooked
i ain’t talking wok fried
you can hold heavy metal
i ain’t talking rock vibes
on that note, ain’t no joke
bang to your boat, you can get capsized
sh-lls through your wig, i don’t care about cap size
k!lling all these p-ssy boys, you wouldn’t wanna cat guys
you can say that you pack nines
one bang to your face, you’ll forget that you had lies
so i heat up the scene
big zuu, man, that’s more than fat fried

[verse 3: ets]
e-t-s, man, i move mad psycho
i keep taking man’s weight like lypo
i see bare washed youts wanna try smoke
till i start dishing out bangs to a guy’s throat
i move sick for the ps, tryna find notes
i take risks, i ain’t really tryna lie low
man down, when i go, got my guys close
my team paid, we ain’t really tryna die broke
and we ain’t really tryna die poor
i move greaze for the dough, tryna find more
i move grub in the snow, tryna buy more
i got lost in the trap tryna line jawns
i got gyal on my d-ck but it ain’t p-rn
i got sh-lls on my mind but it ain’t corn
i got youts on my back, they can hold four
i got food in the trap but i’d like more

- filthy gears

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