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inja - gunfinger fam كلمات الأغنية

yo
now tell your homeboys to be patient
i’ll hold the spot it ain’t vacant
i’ll do the due and i’ll mash the ting
and i’ll take the grave for you blatant
it’s not my fault it’s all faded
i’ll take the blame it’s all hatred
i’ll blame the game it’s all wasted
they’re all wasteman and i’m gaining
ain’t no full table we’re all equal
and i’m the defender of the evil
i’ll take em’ out and i’ll drown em’ out
with the love i have for my people
i’ll be that marksman for it believe em’
you’ll come with the ting like a sequel
ain’t no prep-school but i’m dead cool
and i’ll scream from the top of my steeple
sayin…

you can’t test my fam
you can’t test my gang (nah nah nah nah)
you can’t test my fam
you can’t test my gang (nah nah nah nah)
you can’t test my fam
you can’t test my gang (nah nah nah nah)
you can’t test my fam (uh uh)

so i got the team and the gang
i got the team and the fam
i make the peeps go ham
i got the beef in the pan
add the season then jam
get out the plates out there for the fan
draw full of cutlery from my aunt
little less talk and a lot more [biting sound?]
finish with a cup of tea and then bang
straight out the gate
that one’s a rider
get one jockey a man if i like her
letting off rounds
something like spyda
i go the distance
i’m too hyper
raise up pitcher bowls and a lighter
spark that g-ss
light that fire
i hate cheats
i hate liars
ain’t no love round here so i turn to a phoenix
i like buff tings
no bulimics
i show the flow that gets ’em all dreamin’
raise the bar
they won’t believe it
eye’s closed reading
blind folk feel it
walk in your gaff like “hi, good evening”
feet on your couch… trampolining
invite the gang
tag team ’em
turn your gaff to a club while speakin’
i got the specialist sound
straight up man yeah you know i take down
who shot your neck, man i ain’t in your town
and i’m up drawn with merry-go-round
don’t you see tryna earn big pounds
fitting them pounds
straight to accounts
don’t write cheques but man got the bounce
big man smile coz we getting no frowns
cohr’

coz man’ll be fighting back
like attacks
you’re with the witness behind my back
writing raps
time collapse
my notes make notes so i count the stack
gym bag
nice stash
no moustache
no sly tash
no sly quotes
no white blacks
watch time go when i write tracks
and i’m only here for the people that don’t wanna sit silent
i’ll keep ’em happy and vibrant
no time here for no tyrants
i’ll see things that they don’t see
till i make them switch ultraviolet
watch my flow i’m the pilot
so let’s take off and get riding cohr’
my fam
my peeps
my gang
my team
some people wanna come with the seat
i don’t care for that, i do me
temperatures on high and i see
loose weight in parties we freak
swap chips and a gal get peak
they like a man that goes deep
don’t follow don’t flop, not me
redesigned it with the finer beats
outer sp-ce for lightyears en flique
get the portion and ride out meek
ride the vibe and get all discrete
hold it back and then fire my speech
man don’t preach and i do it for the team
and i get them all hyper we be letting of steam like

- inja

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