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Buni - No Respawn şarkı sözleri

Sanatçı: Buni

albüm: No Respawn


Hey, hey
Listen up
Fuck the opps
Fuck the cops (ay, I swear Fermz and Renz patterned this)
Fuck your dead homies, nigga
(EBK, ABK, bitch)

Send me the addy, I'm tracking it down
Spot me a opp, I'm running it down
When he got shot, I was oh, so proud
Gulag, how did he make it out?
He got boxed while running his mouth
He got left with his insides out
One try dash, lost and found
Take man down, ying that down
Them man chat 'pon B
Rise and glee, fuck discreet
How many your friends got put to sleep?
Hold your peace, let me smoke my weed (hold that)
Skeng in the ride, come see
Fuck postcode, don't rep no street (fuck 'em)
ABG, we glee
Violations leave you six feet deep
They turn shy when we talk about works, works
'Nuff of them man got hurt
He got hurt and he got burst
And the next one got put in a hearse (dead boy)
Shit, shit coulda turned out worse
Too many man got sent to the nurse
He got worked and his friends disperse
And the other one got covered with dirt (dead boy)
I'm badder than bad
Temperament's nuts, turn psycho mad
Rise up my wap and take off hats
Slap and I slap, protect your yard
Scream no cap, cah he left his hat
Real bad man, don't take no chat
W-when he dashed, he didn't look back
Now his friend's all fucked, it's mad (mad)
Yo, bro, bro, where the opps at? Ping that
No respawn when I swing that, ying that
One eye closed when I zing that, zing that
Best play dead, or we spin back, get back
Bad man ting, don't take no chit-chat
But I'm known for the blick that, blick that
Everything red when I get back, get back
Corn gon' fly when I press that, let that
Everything fucked when my loadout drops
No VLK when I buss my shot
W-who's on what? C-come, let's rough
S-slide and pop, confirm that loss
Numerous opps got whacked, some dropped
One coulda got dropped, but I missed the drop
Flop, pissed, let's spin that block
Pop, slap this mash at your top
Yo, this likkle man want at me
I advise you never to at me
Cah the last time one of them at me
He got yinged in front of his gyallie
Patty, patty, a bunch of patties
Jump out the ride, get slappy
Jump out the ride, get slappy, tappy
Hoping that feds don't grab me, hey
Yo, bro, bro, where the opps at? Ping that
No respawn when I swing that, ying that
One eye closed when I zing that, zing that
Best play dead, or we spin back, get back
Bad man ting, don't take no chit-chat
But I'm known for the blick that, blick that
Everything red when I get back, get back
Corn gon' fly when I press that, let that

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