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Woi-oi That's how we do it Let's go Lil Cap, Mandem Stay strapped no mask Live day by day for the gang Talk too much it's the end Chat sh*t get banged Chat sh*t get banged Come through where you hang And the shawty's onto the gang Just me and the Mandem Roll off the back end Leave a boy there where he stand And nowadays Mandem are on top Scratch that, nowadays Mandem on head tops (Woi) On the pitch I'mma get man sent off Straight red card for an off cut let off (let off) I can cop that weed for a dead prof Money haffi mek so I'm on to thе next spot (money haffi mek) Yеah we pull up on you, get you M'ed off Volley aim head, no time for a leg shot Yeah we pull up on you with an AK Buddy got an extended mag ('tended mag) We leave him in the streets, nah They limp in a body bag Body bag, body bag B*t*h I be counting bags Yeah, shawty been actin' up (actin' up) She's on my right hand (rent free) I woke up with the feels of a demon So hot that the North Pole stop freezin' I'm bringing back the feelin' to a meanin' I'm the meanest, can't see me I'm like Cena I woke up with the feels of a demon So hot that North Pole stop freezin' I'm bringing back the feelin' to a meanin' I'm the meanest, can't see me I'm like Cena See ya, b*t*h Down Bad Records x Mandem Wiked, Lil Cap Greatest artists alive baby Don't know 'bout me I'm Lil Cap B*t*h I pull up onto your block with the boys and they got the straps You shoot bananas here while I be shooting the .457 mag This a one in the chamber, I'm spitting bullets on the track Yeah, I been spitting bullets ever since a kid, motherf**ker They been telling me everybody's a real motherf**ker Everybody been telling me, everyone has said that to me Better be ready but I'm coming in and spraying artillery All the f**kers acting smart and they be telling me sh*t Like the rat to the feds who were lit on this b*t*h Yeah sky was the limit, now it's the stars I brought myself from Earth to Mars Man slide through the block with no pressure Pop the boot yeah your boy enter Don't make me let off this Colchester Cause I don't have time for a protestor One of ya boys let bells raise up We drop a man quick, next contester There's no range up on this Colchester But this bait boy come with the compressor Shotgun shell make a man lose focus Make a man steer real grim, ask Moses They know that I got heat like Zuko Jump in the booth and it's so explosive Jump in the booth and that sh*t is frightening Manna come through with fire and lightning Shotguns loaded, flows ignited Got no time for a side ting
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