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sin squad (ss) - shower man ting كلمات الأغنية

[intro]
(hilo909)
(bullet)
(man like ron uno)

[verse 1: shoota]
i show big bro fields that i’m going tonight
see anyone, man, boot it
word of advice, they ain’t gonna survive
the fifteen_inch gonna tear man’s vest out
lack on the woods, get sent to the sky
really slimed out ____
i was way too there, so he fly to the nine
suttin’ got dropped, they don’t come outside
i already pedal by mode
wap on my side, tryna turn man ghost
you best pray you don’t trip up
wap does jam, then i give him a poke
i try rip man’s chest out
k!ll denied, but he still got soaked
back to the trap, i’m a real cash earner
give ’em a pack, now the js on go
f_ck it, i just want me a paigon
risk it all tryna turn man flavours
half of their batch been drawn out
back this dots, let’s see how it blows
let’s see how it slaps
the bine makes ____ yutes do dash
i’m up on a backroad dishin’ out food to these dirty cats, can’t tell you ’bout trap
[chorus: shoota]
put seven in a darg, me and broski’s glidin’
really tryna turn man silent, we fly ot for the cash and ps
caught way more waps that put him to sleep
we bully the green, dishin’ out sweets like we got it for free
or we’re swingin’ our splash so violently
on god, we’re beefing some frightened neeks
put seven in a darg, me and broski’s glidin’
really tryna turn man silent, we fly ot for the cash and ps
caught way more waps that put him to sleep
we bully the green, dishin’ out sweets like we got it for free
or we’re swingin’ our splash so violently
on god, we’re beefing some frightened neeks

[verse 2: lr]
i seen a man get yinged, how didn’t he die?
it’s these chips that i wanna fry
man’s on a hunt, but it’s half_past nine
i pray i see one of these guys, he thought he was sl!ck
try f_ck up my quid, neeks get poked for f_cking with mine
i’m in the nine with sinners, some well_known hitters
jump out dings and burst at n_ggas
it’s all perfect time, i never had me a nine_to_five
man done me some l!cks’ on a one_two_five
bro done cheffed up one_two guys
little bro, done took out one of your eyes
and you rap online like you’re ’bout that life
chef man down till he’s bap_ti_sized
i don’t beef online, send bine on_sight
we leave mumzy’s crying
go check the news, it’s corn that’s flying and some d_ckheads dying
he came to the l and got slapped, left on the floor
it was perfect timing, i beg someone tell me that i’m lying
i love sliding, gliding
[chorus: shoota]
put seven in a darg, me and broski’s glidin’
really tryna turn man silent, we fly ot for the cash and ps
caught way more waps that put him to sleep
we bully the green, dishin’ out sweets like we got it for free
or we’re swingin’ our splash so violently
on god, we’re beefing some frightened neeks
put seven in a darg, me and broski’s glidin’
really tryna turn man silent, we fly ot for the cash and ps
caught way more waps that put him to sleep
we bully the green, dishin’ out sweets like we got it for free
or we’re swingin’ our splash so violently
on god, we’re beefing some frightened neeks

[outro]
(hilo909)
(bullet)
(man like ron uno)

- sin squad ss

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