Correction Lyrics Arson by Moscow17

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Them man don't wanna chance it
Still blastin', still Moscow Marching
Violate turn to a target, my tracksuit's dirty
I'm doing up arson

Tracksuit dirty I'm doing up arson
We dont bury our tools in the garden
Back the spin spins show man about marksman
See bro didn't get no pardon, pardon
Come talk to me darlin'

Splash him, splash him
With a passion, passion, uh
Rest up Latz, facts
Don't make two wetters a fashion
The pagans them passive
They talk on their tunes
But ain't really been banging
Shotty just oso long, hazard
Got me on ballards
If you say that I talk to myself
Don't talk to myself I talk with dem
They move tat they tell a man "drill it"
They think that I'm kiddin'
[?], they went through my vision
He claims he's on drills
How can he be when bro's in that prison
Swing shanks in rhythm, angle different
Now he's all squirty, worksy
The scene is all dirty
Baby girl love my rhyming like nursery
Golden one from Pecks, greatest sex
You know she my percy
I keep, keep it on deck
In case them man step and think they can hurt me
Two got splashed in a day, uh uh
That's synchronised swimming
JB scored him a 9/10 for the way that he dived
When the dots hit him
My Russians on drillin'
Free Ted, free Loose, free Tiny
Free JB they gave them all pigeons
Free Intent too been bagged up in O
Since then he's been chillin'

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