Correction Paroles No Hook par Yanko

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K6
Yo Itchy, this how you goin' on?
3DaMind
We catch them cases, leave no traces
The 'rales want us in cages
Got boots for the laces
Sweets if you’re hungry, slap my man out of his trainers
***** pulled up on a traitor
They skeet when gang pull up
They ain’t got wheels but I call them skaters
TT rinsed that clip no-

Ay Zico, let's hop in the ride
Let’s go House for the hundredth time
We go to the 6 but no ones there
But in your vids there’s a hundred guys
Your bro done dripped in slime
He’s underground like the central line
Vandoe hopped out the ride
Left him looking like Frankenstein

We still do them drills it’s bait
Ride that stick up do it broad day
.32 spins or tap that gauge
Bro clapped that once and slapped his face
F**k that lemme just tap that twice
Or roll with my kitchen knife and shave
You don’t want to see me start shaving
Bro got the dots on my life and blazing
I ain’t trying to sit back sip tea
I just wanna spill juice, no Snapple
Might take that risk if it’s auto
But back seat if the whip comes manual
I beef like four blocks
And this beef is far from too much to handle
I gotta lay low from the jakes
Just tryna unravel my name, no scramble

If something got splashed or whacked in Newham
It was probably done by Blackz
If not, it was done by Chad
Say you’re onto the gang, that’s a f**king drag
***** held them wounds now he’s well known for being a rash
JT landed road now he’s upsuh, top dog for the cats

We catch them cases, leave no traces
The 'rales want us in cages
Got boots for the laces
Sweets if you’re hungry, slap my man out of his trainers
***** pulled up on a traitor
They skeet when gang pull up
They ain’t got wheels but I call them skaters
TT rinsed that clip no trailer
F**k a baseball bat or a dose
I might just sink my blade in your spine
Four times
Everytime we jumped in the who ride
We’re putting our lives on the line
NSM, put trust in my guys
Young CB put trust in a 9’s
Two leather gloves and a bally
Quick mojo, lets pray that we take someone’s life

Don’t lack when getting a trim
You might get chinged with a kitch like Twin
This Ramz don’t bend
It sinks in skin and the .32’s holding six
Everytime they see our whip
They run before they even see it spin
Saying that you miss your bro
Then you better go to the grave and dig

Rinse that clip
Empty the spin
Seven times when I chinged that prick
Sixteen, when I tapped that stick
How many times have we taped that strip?
Tinted whips get spun on kids
You can get bun if you chill with him
Real sh*t, no cap, bruck back in the bag
You know we’re going straight to the 6th
Get the Corsa, we’re going on a match
Just hating on tracks and blacked out in we go
They say we don’t score no goals
Any chance and the balls getting forced up in the goal
This black blade comes like a slag
It’s got a handful but it’s still got more to go
Back then it was a Smith & Wesson
School days, man used to roll with a course or so

This wap is f**king slaggy
Beat like a b*t*h from Geordie Shore
He got bored and fell on the floor
F**k it, I might as well ching him more
They’re winning the Snapchat beef
But in real life, we’re winning the war
His marj’s tears are funny
But I’m p*ssed off cah my n***as on tour
Everything they do is for the net
When we link up in the flesh, they’re pleading
They don’t want to be up next
I bet you never knew that Young Dizz begged
And DSav f**ks year 10's
Prince of the 6th, what? Where?
If you held one more you would’ve been dead
I swear you would’ve been dead

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