CORRIGER LES PAROLES
Paroles : Back 2 Back
Step 10 toes in Grove with the spinner (Step)
There were no time to pattern the dinger (None)
Anything's bait right now with the shh
You know that the gangs pages too inner (Too fast)
This black blade right here is ments
It’s not just drinks that will damage your liver
There’s packs right here, just click and collect
Or call when I try to deliver (I'll try)
My batch is filled with animals
I don’t rock with the ones who slither (Nah)
R9 lost his life on the scene
Then got it back
Thank god lil n***a (Better thank him)
I might step with my hand on the metal
And sauce got his hand on the trigger (Big ting)
He thought that his 17 inch was long
22 is a whole lot bigger
Better run quick, buss the manoeuvrer
You don’t wanna get licked down by the hoover
Lula don’t get done like Kruger
Buss them shots straight off with the scooter
Scuba dive before it hits your medulla
Too soon back but I'm hoping it’s sooner
Cats them leaping across like Puma
Our tings come fat not mini like cooper
But are you really into chances? (Are you?)
Step with the grub just mask it
Hammer on, pull up 4 door and blast it (Bow)
Better run quick, you better run, you're fastest
This spray too hot, them man are for parkish
Out of the window we’re tryna hit targets
Slide bp like, where are these b*st*rds?
We got that prick so we slowly departed (Pu**y)
Poke a boy up with the stainless
Run down who? About bludclart Rayners (Splash)
Been on the glide nuff times
So the pu**y boys them can’t tell me about shavings (No way)
All the verbal talk is long
Back out my ching and hit him with the chong
Tryna turn man off, the gang did him wrong
Lucky that prick was a amid one
Bare tears and verbs all coming long
You talk about your retaliation rate is rapid
So how come me and M never been splattered?
Stop lying for the b*t*h and the fashion
I drench man's top
But the boy loves dashing
A fat rambo and they say no lacking (Bow)
How the f**k can they scream Wizz pack with a pa**ion?
I glide ten toes tryna turn man cabbage
RLK say that for no fashion
Grab man up you know Uncs will slap it
I don’t give verbs cause them boys love chatting
They go on the banks but that’s not what happened (Some d**kheads)
Wagwan bro you nothing bout banging
Leave my phone at home then me or gang tan him
Leave my phone at home then me or gang tan him
Ask that prick how I done him both times (Go ask)
Two car convoy gang on the glide
Sh*t then
F**k that n***a should’ve died
How the f**k did bookey grab him behind? (Oh my days)
Oh my days, what dumb silly guys
I buck man on the train and he blew for his life
I nearly made man do a train track twice
Creep up gang, doing chases all the time
Wait
Don’t move (Hold up)
You know that my gangs on violence
Let me show man what the spin can do (Bow, bow)
Bare man love to chat to the trident
We ain't that type to lie on our tunes (F**k that)
Little bro crept up the other stayed silence
He’s violent
Left don on the news (Splattered)
And you know that sh*t there tragic
If i back it
Then it’s c*cked (Bow)
These bridget coming in ratchet I will not slammit
She can’t get c*ck (Silly b*t*h)
But instead you can hold this beater
And make sure keep that hush (Shh)
Cah if one of them get touched
Man's hit up the M way and do up cunch
And the boy therey known what the plan was
Must be why they’re chilling by cameras
Must be why they’re doing up hiding
Lil bros got swords like Vikings
Bro hits anything he's sighting (Bow)
Bro touch anything that moves (Moves)
And make sure you do that brilliant
And their friend can hold it too
Got corn for all the affiliates (All of them)
Nuff times baked off in a cunch spot
Nuff times bro handled that bruckback (Big ting)
Don’t lack cause the ting is a six shot
Bro aims the ting, turn your wig back (At your head)
Man hit up the clientele
If it’s dragging man down, that bridge gotta go (Burn it)
Roll with certi' n***as that got man
Everyone around man would let the gun blow (Bow)
And you know that's facts (Eh?)
Man tour your estates like
Come out
Come out
And see what’s in a man's bag (Come see)
And you know that’s facts (Bow)
There were no time to pattern the dinger (None)
Anything's bait right now with the shh
You know that the gangs pages too inner (Too fast)
This black blade right here is ments
It’s not just drinks that will damage your liver
There’s packs right here, just click and collect
Or call when I try to deliver (I'll try)
My batch is filled with animals
I don’t rock with the ones who slither (Nah)
R9 lost his life on the scene
Then got it back
Thank god lil n***a (Better thank him)
I might step with my hand on the metal
And sauce got his hand on the trigger (Big ting)
He thought that his 17 inch was long
22 is a whole lot bigger
Better run quick, buss the manoeuvrer
You don’t wanna get licked down by the hoover
Lula don’t get done like Kruger
Buss them shots straight off with the scooter
Scuba dive before it hits your medulla
Too soon back but I'm hoping it’s sooner
Cats them leaping across like Puma
Our tings come fat not mini like cooper
But are you really into chances? (Are you?)
Step with the grub just mask it
Hammer on, pull up 4 door and blast it (Bow)
Better run quick, you better run, you're fastest
This spray too hot, them man are for parkish
Out of the window we’re tryna hit targets
Slide bp like, where are these b*st*rds?
We got that prick so we slowly departed (Pu**y)
Poke a boy up with the stainless
Run down who? About bludclart Rayners (Splash)
Been on the glide nuff times
So the pu**y boys them can’t tell me about shavings (No way)
All the verbal talk is long
Back out my ching and hit him with the chong
Tryna turn man off, the gang did him wrong
Lucky that prick was a amid one
Bare tears and verbs all coming long
You talk about your retaliation rate is rapid
So how come me and M never been splattered?
Stop lying for the b*t*h and the fashion
I drench man's top
But the boy loves dashing
A fat rambo and they say no lacking (Bow)
How the f**k can they scream Wizz pack with a pa**ion?
I glide ten toes tryna turn man cabbage
RLK say that for no fashion
Grab man up you know Uncs will slap it
I don’t give verbs cause them boys love chatting
They go on the banks but that’s not what happened (Some d**kheads)
Wagwan bro you nothing bout banging
Leave my phone at home then me or gang tan him
Leave my phone at home then me or gang tan him
Ask that prick how I done him both times (Go ask)
Two car convoy gang on the glide
Sh*t then
F**k that n***a should’ve died
How the f**k did bookey grab him behind? (Oh my days)
Oh my days, what dumb silly guys
I buck man on the train and he blew for his life
I nearly made man do a train track twice
Creep up gang, doing chases all the time
Wait
Don’t move (Hold up)
You know that my gangs on violence
Let me show man what the spin can do (Bow, bow)
Bare man love to chat to the trident
We ain't that type to lie on our tunes (F**k that)
Little bro crept up the other stayed silence
He’s violent
Left don on the news (Splattered)
And you know that sh*t there tragic
If i back it
Then it’s c*cked (Bow)
These bridget coming in ratchet I will not slammit
She can’t get c*ck (Silly b*t*h)
But instead you can hold this beater
And make sure keep that hush (Shh)
Cah if one of them get touched
Man's hit up the M way and do up cunch
And the boy therey known what the plan was
Must be why they’re chilling by cameras
Must be why they’re doing up hiding
Lil bros got swords like Vikings
Bro hits anything he's sighting (Bow)
Bro touch anything that moves (Moves)
And make sure you do that brilliant
And their friend can hold it too
Got corn for all the affiliates (All of them)
Nuff times baked off in a cunch spot
Nuff times bro handled that bruckback (Big ting)
Don’t lack cause the ting is a six shot
Bro aims the ting, turn your wig back (At your head)
Man hit up the clientele
If it’s dragging man down, that bridge gotta go (Burn it)
Roll with certi' n***as that got man
Everyone around man would let the gun blow (Bow)
And you know that's facts (Eh?)
Man tour your estates like
Come out
Come out
And see what’s in a man's bag (Come see)
And you know that’s facts (Bow)
