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sixty - she heard lyrics
[intro]
hilzz made this
she heard dat i buss my gun, so she let me buss my gun
we made doin’ drills look fun like how many man got bun?
made the ting beat like a drum like look at dem p_ssios run
made the ting beat like a drum like look at dem p_ssios run
[chorus]
she heard dat i buss my gun, so she let me buss my gun (ayy, ayy)
we made doin’ drills look fun like how many man got bun?
(how many, how many?)
made the ting beat like a drum like look at dem p_ssios run (run, run)
made the ting beat like a drum like look at dem p_ssios run (grrah)
[verse]
no basic bars, the scene is ours (it’s ours)
most these rappers are cappers (they are)
i swear it’s just all a facade (fill it)
he thought it was a knife fight ting (thought wrong)
’til i showed him the ting in my palm (bap, bap)
you come to my block and the script got flipped
soon panic all when he crashed his car (ayy, catch him)
the only time that i’m writin’ them statements when i’m denyin’ them dumb allegations (stand)
this bad b’s talkin’ way too much like only get lost and get naked (bah)
i don’t talk to these hoes on my snap no more
‘cah all of these hoes love savin’ (p_ssies)
bro’s tryna blow in this corporate ting
he left the trap and started tradin’
can’t get nicked, can’t get complacent
back of the ride, tryna clock their faces (where they at?)
now, she thinks her son’s possessed
like, mummy, it’s my fault, don’t blame satan (i’m sorry)
if i get bagged with dis wap, i’ma stand up tall, i’ma plead not guilty (nah)
now, your honour, how do you expect me to lack? there’s 100 man tryna k!ll me? (tryna pack me)
and gangdem got down teerose, ayy, roll dat, oi, mate, give us our k!llstreak (give me dat)
and the fish there way too bad, she’s so bad that i call her filthy (badders)
west side of that london town, that’s h_lla gun sounds, man, i love my city (west side)
lil bro wanna make me proud, try tell him slow down, but he wanna get chingy (ching, ching, ching)
[chorus]
she heard dat i buss my gun, so she let me buss my gun (ayy, ayy)
we made doin’ drills look fun like how many man got bun?
(how many, how many?)
made the ting beat like a drum like look at dem p_ssios run (run, run)
made the ting beat like a drum like look at dem p_ssios run (grrah)
she heard dat i buss my gun, so she let me buss my gun (ayy, ayy)
we made doin’ drills look fun like how many man got bun?
(how many, how many?)
made the ting beat like a drum like look at dem p_ssios run (run, run)
made the ting beat like a drum like look at dem p_ssios run (grrah)
[outro]
hilzz made this
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