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sin squad (ss) - fireworks كلمات الأغنية

[intro]
grr, bow
limitless on the beat

[verse 1]
gang tellin’ me rap cah they know i’m gon’ blow up
i got fans in my ears aswell
even my opps, i’m sick no throw up
no we ain’t pinging this one out the window
me i just creep up man to get close up
ching that down when a man’s on his pedals
i’ve sent man royal london to get sawn off
pull up on opps, everything just purple
no, we didn’t pull up with fireworks (we didn’t, bow)
you said it [?], be still just to see if this fire works
the mandem pull up, stop, firing first
slap ching off, i admire his works
gang got another one lying in dirt
now we got his marjay crying in church
nothing but facts when i rhyme this verse
pull up opps, big bang no c4
sinners gon’ pull up with any explosive
n_gga i don’t play no games likе p4
guys get shot for whatever thеir bro did
look, gang dropped two of their people
now the opps gotta fence his face on clothing
p_ssy, we ain’t got tools that’s legal
give me the drop, i’ma lock that motive
bine got sent ’round his way
don’t try cut through my block, are you stupid?
she don’t even care if i’m beefing them man
she still let me f_ck cause i make good music
first time i put juice on my ting
i’ve looked at my yank and i felt like puking
bells on the two ting, left man [?]
you ain’t ever seen a man’s blood? just use it
[chorus]
yo, gang really do their homework
none of the mandem made no mistakes
sweet corn any man can intake
suttin’ got slapped tryna come ’round this way
surrounded by murder, murder, one phone call will put your face on displays
snap myself just p_ssed when my man died
real definition of a p_ss take
yo, gang really do their homework
none of the mandem made no mistakes
sweet corn any man can intake
suttin’ got slapped tryna come ’round this way
surrounded by murder, murder, one phone call will put your face on displays
snap myself just p_ssed when my man died
real definition of a p_ss take

[verse 2]
i was in the back of the car, we’re silent
me and the gang not saying a thing
ain’t saw shh, ever since gang’s frighten
four shot pump, one ride [?]
i saw the dotts get back on him
we make ’em hop scotch out of the strip
four opp boys in the road get mixed
but i’m hungry i’m finna put two in a ting
two in a ting let twerk the twin ting
bro’s in my ear sayin’ donny ain’t working
i’m still gonna do that one, i ain’t listening
she be [?] on her knees, i ain’t lipsin
studio session in room with [?] just barked and bro tellin’ me he’s got vision
fat boys better keep their distance
big ting turn a bad boy to a big ting
[chorus]
yo, gang really do their homework
none of the mandem made no mistakes
sweet corn any man can intake
suttin’ got slapped tryna come ’round this way
surrounded by murder, murder, one phone call will put your face on displays
snap myself just p_ssed when my man died
real definition of a p_ss take
yo, gang really do their homework
none of the mandem made no mistakes
sweet corn any man can intake
suttin’ got slapped tryna come ’round this way
surrounded by murder, murder, one phone call will put your face on displays
snap myself just p_ssed when my man died
real definition of a p_ss take

- sin squad ss

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