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p.y.g - test out da nine (remix) كلمات الأغنية

[intro: young size]
young size, shaqavelly, showerman cs
yg’s to young s.i
n-ggas know what f-cking time it is
paigons going in videos and chatting sh-t
like to say that we haven’t bored up and bun him up
you d-ckheads, cut out all that ‘suu woo’ sh-t
get your f-cking face slapped

[verse 1: shaqavelly]
sneakbo you see your life, i’ma take it
got a dotty round me, ask j kid
and he knows that it’s devilish
catch me ’round block 5, rolling with satan
but nah i ain’t a paigon, i’m nothing like a mason
my knifework’s amazing, get the razor out and shave him
or i might be rolling with the swammy
the front of the barrel is square, i’ma shape him
real gunmen, you know what we’re on
you’re going in videos and letting off airbombs
you wanna put in work, but you can’t
that’s what’s bunning you
see me in town, i’ma put my gun on you
yeah they call me young velly
move icky with the swammy like dmx and belly
i’ma bark of the speshy
shouts out to shower m, darkie and zelly

[verse 2: young size]
roll on your block no bally
walking through loughborough no swammy
throw j kid in the cabbie
darg i’m so aggy
i might grab myself the 9
cah last time, the pump it sprayed too scatty
i would’ve tanned the don
if the jakes never knew that i ‘napped the neek
strap ting, wrapped in
your dons can’t chat for me
f-ck rap battling
i know you won’t come to the narm
so buck me in town and bring your swammy g
big 9 sweets, the size of a duracell battery
mac 10, 45, my block’s… like a gun factory
i know hamrow’s waiting for him to slip up
so they can bag a g
after the trap, go home, with o, for a bag on me
came through, got the fiends all relapsing g
young roadside and gg, your dons ain’t no match for me

[verse 3: cs]
see me rolling with a ratchet cuzzy
or on a ride, you know i’ve got my ramsey on me
chat for my team? you prats be buzzing
any form of loose talk i might ramsey suttin
or i might have to swammy suttin
swammy bucking, no form of diving and ducking
can’t find you, i’ll bore up your cousin
or bore up your gyal when she’s doing her shopping
time after time i keep telling ’em
see me on your block, don’t screw, keep it pedalling
cah i don’t wanna have to hurt you
and to save you, the doc will need more than medicine
talk about heart, yeah i got it
you be needing more than a heart when i pop it
or you will get stabbed the f-ck up
catch a chest or neckshot for f-cking with my darg gwop

[verse 4: stigs]
al capone gangster
gangster like stigs
‘010 equals more ringers and sticks
i ain’t got no morals, i will beat up your chick
drag the weave out her hair
drag the horse out the b-tch
if i’m on you
your little brother’s f-cked if i catch him
’cause i hate you
i ain’t showing love to your family
i’m bottling olders and they’re running into houses (shak)
when i grip on a strap
little kids are getting outed
15 man up, and you caught a don
and the only thing you did is rip his trousers
you can say that i blew, you can say i ain’t about this
when i see dons, they’re hiding in shops with the bountys (levels)
my knifework’s greazy
the next pr-ck i catch, is gonna disappear, genie
f-ck friends, i ain’t talking joey or phoebe
running over d-ckheads on their bikes doing some wheelies

- p y g

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