Correction Paroles Ain’t Safe par SJ (OFB)

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Paroles

I'm tryna pack man off these bootings, shootings
I guess SJ just blew it
This 4 door looks ruined but we still get too it
Anywhere anyday we get looting
The scoreboard keeps moving
The opps keep loosing, OFB till death no choosing
Add a K don’t lose it that's more than bruising
Pull up, aim high and do it

Man just do it, rise that shoe
Man shoe it, want beef? Let the beef get
Brewing do him, man leave your outfit ruined
Came with sweets no chewits
Or, push my Rambo through him
2-2 Step like a man pursuit
Them man ain't street they dunno what they’re doin'

Ayy, wheels on this car go round
While I drive round town
Just me and my mate
SJ I'm know to do bootings bait, no face, but they still wanna say my name
Bad B on the Nizz from Kway, no case but she came here for Bandokay
Out peddle bike, Grinding all day, got shocked by K's but I just backed jakes
Look, look, sweet one come to the 2's
But she came for Trizzy
If I back my flicky, chest or neck like don't be Silly
I'm chilling off with a Bad B
All on my from the south of Killy
She said she don't feel my rap
Don’t feel my trap cah I talk too drilly

Ayy, she said she don’t feel my rap
Don't feel my trap cah I chtat too drilly, Silly
SJ Rocks, no Milly, come f**k with me
I’ll take you round the city, money on your mind keep thinking, drinking take everything no witness
Then it's back the trap f**k b*t*hes, snitches, snitches
Get left in st**ches

Yo, snitches get left in st**ches
How many times have we whipped it or dipped It tryna lock this district
Uhh, I'm mike f**k the system, still out
Tryna get my riches
Used to cut my jeans with my kitchen knife
15 I was tryna dip him

Woi-woi, I told bro Kweng ans aim for face
This cake got backed no trey
15 on waist, the streets ain't safe
OFB run north jus’ sayin'
Yo, I'm in the Bando tryna make this K
And tellin' bro-bro let's lurk
Or I might smoke my man on my J's
Woi, I told bro Kweng ans aim for face
This cake got backed no trey
15 on waist, the streets ain't safe
OFB run north jus' sayin'
Yo, I'm in the Bando tryna make this K
And tellin' bro-bro let's lurk
Or I might smoke my man on my J's
Yo, look, I'm OT doing up trap, no cap
I'm with a Peng Ting in my OT spot and the Ting wanna count my stack
I ain't rich so I'm feeling cash
See I trap Between the two
I was late for booth cah I lurked with the wap
I didn't eat a Mc'ds for weeks
It's peak so I'm witting up town for a vax
I'm on the opp block tryna lurk and pivert
I'm all up in a next spot or upsah tryna earn my riches
That's an SJ flow you know
Bro too cold so I had to work with it
If it weren't by Snoop or Maxo, D'squeezo, LR did it

Hey, I'm dishing out bare smoke, no cancer
Jump out gang of this van, no banter
I'm tryna leave man red like santa, clamper
Retire my man like Lampard
Press the 9, free times I ain't calling feds
And if you don't run get blammed in your head
I'm swining my Shank, aim straight for you chest
I'm back to the trap, trap mash get bread
That's Samouraï Jack or Samouraï J
I got a name that sh*t in my blade
SJ, I'm above insane, no games
I've got about 8 man on my shave
Don't be the next one to get shaved
Don't blaze tryna shed man's skin with this gauge
And tape estates and put man front page
And pray camera's don't see no face
Woi-woi, I told bro Kweng ans aim for face
This cake got backed no trey
15 on waist, the streets ain't safe
OFB run north jus' sayin'
Yo, I'm in the Bando tryna make this K
And tellin' bro-bro let's lurk
Or I might smoke my man on my J's
Woi, I told bro Kweng ans aim for face
This cake got backed no trey
15 on waist, the streets ain't safe
OFB run north jus' sayin'
Yo, I'm in the Bando tryna make this K
And tellin' bro-bro let's lurk
Or I might smoke my man on my J's

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