Way Too Active - 67, LD, Dimzy

Way Too Active - 67, LD, Dimzy

Альбом
Lets Lurk
Год
2016
Язык
`Engelska`
Длительность
180000

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Way Too Active

67, LD, Dimzy

Whippin'

Big crossed the box of the white

And his roly ain’t tickin'

Anything for the bands

Man I did a couple days, no kipping

Put smoke on the road with gang

Fam, I ain’t kidding

Man re-up the skeng like a rhythm

Same don OG, I don’t play

Still the same nigga that will skeng man down in town in bay

These niggas be talking to feds

Man’s thinking what did they say

Free, free K

On the wing with food on the tray

I remember that day

When I phoned Jayden and he told me the mandem got locked up away

Now Jayden’s locked up too, I’m thinking this shit is all cray

Went to my cell on a gang ting

off the spliff then I banged up my mate

Went to my cell on a gang ting'

off my spliff now I turn up with Dave

My trap house brings all the cash in

And free bro ten times

Man, I hope that he walks for the work that he mashed in (free 'em up,

free 'em up)

I was with my friends with skengs and trucks when I should’ve been up in the

Masjid

We’re sliding out, sliding out

Pulling up, crash in the madting

I’m way too active

I was in the trap ten days, no sheet on the mattress

Gillette blade with cling, had to cut up the package

This white girl’s too peng

Ten out of ten, man, she way too attractive

Real nigga shit, no acting

Pull up right now and show man crashing

Listen up man, it’s simple

I get my paper up

Slice a man for his G stacks

Call that a paper cut

Point blank when I blaze 'em up

I’m beefing them boy if Tamer does

More time than man say too much

I’m James Bond with my golden gun

James Bond on my own shit

Trident, I don’t know shit

No face equals no case

And all in all they had no prints

Listen up man, it’s simple

I beat my nine up like Kimbo

Don’t look into my window

You’ll get it clearer than crystal

Fam, what the fuck I look like

No man ain’t ever robbed me in my life

My mechanic come and I hype her

Make her star shine in the light

Rude boy you high off with the Buju (Banton)

High off of the white (Damn)

Think you can rob I

You must’ve gone and lost your mind

My trap house brings all the cash in

And free bro ten times

Man, I hope that he walks for the work that he mashed in

I was with my friends with skengs and trucks when I should’ve been up in the

Masjid

We’re sliding out, sliding out

Pulling up, crash in the madting

I’m way too active

I was in the trap ten days, no sheet on the mattress

Gillette blade with cling, had to cut up the package

This white girl’s too peng

Ten out of ten, man, she way too attractive

Real nigga shit, no acting

Pull up right now and show man crashing

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