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Paroles : Bars: ChillinIt & Wombat
Ayeee 42O Family motherf**kers
I'm here with Wombat, it's ChillinIt
Lil Sknow in the corner
Shoutout my bro DJ SANCHEZ
*BARS*
I can feel it
ChillinIt:
The same day I had hunger pains and a stomach ache
Was the same day I was hustling 'til my money's straight
Run away, f**k it I'm struggling for my brother's sake
Bringgg, plug my bruddas a 100K
Hey brother, better you take cover
Aim better if you shoot, the f**k did you say brother?
Blaze brother, when I'm rollin' around I'm a Blade Runner
CK cologne, I get stoned with the babes brother
Wombat:
I was that drunk kid, yeh sinkin' p*ss out in public with buds lit
Wide-eyed pingin', dribblin' dumb sh*t
Like stuff this, my eye-sights flickering off a drug trip but suck sh*t
Even my Mum would think I'm a f**k-wit
But trust this I must spit everyday 'till I'm old enough
Like if you say you're the greatest, I'll make em false and chuck
I pray to stop behaving this way but face I'm a salty c**t
And I'm as hateful as Satan raping an Angel, holy f**k
ChillinIt:
Holy F**k, I got the greater rhymes
I could make it shake like I live along the equator line
I could make it skate like I'm spittin' on it like skater grinds
Me and all my fam will be planning to make the paper climb
I was sinning, my soul was getting scarred
Tryna purchase packets of ciggies with stolen credit-cards
Now I'm smoking swishers hits on the Daily, Telegraph
I'm only blazing and making a f**king repertoire
Wombat:
I'm hiding with a cask of wine and a past of violence
I'll get retarded then start a riot like Martin Bryant
I bask in silence likely to raise the bar
I'm flying high as Kamikaze marta pilots, f**k he's hardly trying!
From harsher times I was cast aside in the dark without a spark to light it
Still I find a path and start a shrine
Went partially blind it's hard to decide if I've mastered the art of rhyme
And I did a bar on my life from the bars I've been writing
ChillinIt & Wombat:
Ohhh bruh
Oi ready
Oi shout out to my bro I swear to God we living for this sh*t I promise you bro we put everything in this sh*t
Yeah f**king hell man
42O FAM
Alright I'ma believe
ChillinIt:
My bro told me the front door's locked so we jumped the back
And nobody wanna f**k with that
And nobody drop a body when they bust a rap
You soft-serve like Hungry Jacks
I said argh, still rock mic's with a doof doof doof
Still get high with the choof choof choof
I ride by in the sky
If the cop's are on sight then I hide it in the bush bush bush
Need more weed rocks to f**k me up more than a Morphine shot
Four deep spot, five man army
And I learnt my life as a dog
Rest up data, hearts in a box
Soul with a martyr of God
Take that or take it, I swear that I got you
I swear my song's get harder to drop
Mum won't look me up in my eyes bruh
She sees these scars I've got but I swear the sh*t is my life bruh
I don't want to be mart in a shop
Nah, I don't want shards of the rock
I just go hard 'til I drop
Push fat buds, chop chop chop
I'ma stay way too smart for the lot
Prolly why I pop one pill then six or ten more
Rock pot on the import export
Snakes mow gra** like Jim
Bad b*t*h that I hit raw next door
I'm going ADD when I A-D-D with a JD drink
Watch JDZ, you're a chicken for the beef
HSP, test me, test me
Wait Wait, ain't seen sesh son
You only smashed X on a PS1
250 just for two fifties?
42O FAM get the free sesh son
Like buds I leave your head spun
I'm like Kush put green in my lung
It's our turn, our turn
420 we don't give no f**ks!
Wombat:
Yeah!, fresh sh*t
Even at my best you can bet I'm a dead sh*t
And I get obsessed with a, Sesh
I bet you thought I was gonna say "Next b*t*h"
Rep this for the veterans, legends
Turn an exit to an entrance
Like nevertheless you wanna end us?
Test us, better yet don't cross me
Acting a mess could be costly
Watch me, Wombat's back from the dead like a zombie
And they're trekking their steps like a SWAT team
I just smashed up a set with the posse
Am I dodgy? I said "Watch me"
Stamina like I'm a 'tard
Never graphed on my battle scars
So harsh I can have a laugh, after your blood like Alucard
Brah, don't ask me to stop
I'm barging in hot, got bars for the lot
'Coz I mastered it
If you think I'm after the dosh you got it backwards like Bin Laden disarming the bomb
Put my whole heart in the song
The whole squad's marching along
Not far from the top
The (?) and barking a lot
But look how far that we've got
Stacking the dough, bruh, banking the notes, f**k
Don't think I won't start shanking your throats up
F**k off
F**k that's it
F**k off
End it
END IT
F**king finish it
Finish it
I'm here with Wombat, it's ChillinIt
Lil Sknow in the corner
Shoutout my bro DJ SANCHEZ
*BARS*
I can feel it
ChillinIt:
The same day I had hunger pains and a stomach ache
Was the same day I was hustling 'til my money's straight
Run away, f**k it I'm struggling for my brother's sake
Bringgg, plug my bruddas a 100K
Hey brother, better you take cover
Aim better if you shoot, the f**k did you say brother?
Blaze brother, when I'm rollin' around I'm a Blade Runner
CK cologne, I get stoned with the babes brother
Wombat:
I was that drunk kid, yeh sinkin' p*ss out in public with buds lit
Wide-eyed pingin', dribblin' dumb sh*t
Like stuff this, my eye-sights flickering off a drug trip but suck sh*t
Even my Mum would think I'm a f**k-wit
But trust this I must spit everyday 'till I'm old enough
Like if you say you're the greatest, I'll make em false and chuck
I pray to stop behaving this way but face I'm a salty c**t
And I'm as hateful as Satan raping an Angel, holy f**k
ChillinIt:
Holy F**k, I got the greater rhymes
I could make it shake like I live along the equator line
I could make it skate like I'm spittin' on it like skater grinds
Me and all my fam will be planning to make the paper climb
I was sinning, my soul was getting scarred
Tryna purchase packets of ciggies with stolen credit-cards
Now I'm smoking swishers hits on the Daily, Telegraph
I'm only blazing and making a f**king repertoire
Wombat:
I'm hiding with a cask of wine and a past of violence
I'll get retarded then start a riot like Martin Bryant
I bask in silence likely to raise the bar
I'm flying high as Kamikaze marta pilots, f**k he's hardly trying!
From harsher times I was cast aside in the dark without a spark to light it
Still I find a path and start a shrine
Went partially blind it's hard to decide if I've mastered the art of rhyme
And I did a bar on my life from the bars I've been writing
ChillinIt & Wombat:
Ohhh bruh
Oi ready
Oi shout out to my bro I swear to God we living for this sh*t I promise you bro we put everything in this sh*t
Yeah f**king hell man
42O FAM
Alright I'ma believe
ChillinIt:
My bro told me the front door's locked so we jumped the back
And nobody wanna f**k with that
And nobody drop a body when they bust a rap
You soft-serve like Hungry Jacks
I said argh, still rock mic's with a doof doof doof
Still get high with the choof choof choof
I ride by in the sky
If the cop's are on sight then I hide it in the bush bush bush
Need more weed rocks to f**k me up more than a Morphine shot
Four deep spot, five man army
And I learnt my life as a dog
Rest up data, hearts in a box
Soul with a martyr of God
Take that or take it, I swear that I got you
I swear my song's get harder to drop
Mum won't look me up in my eyes bruh
She sees these scars I've got but I swear the sh*t is my life bruh
I don't want to be mart in a shop
Nah, I don't want shards of the rock
I just go hard 'til I drop
Push fat buds, chop chop chop
I'ma stay way too smart for the lot
Prolly why I pop one pill then six or ten more
Rock pot on the import export
Snakes mow gra** like Jim
Bad b*t*h that I hit raw next door
I'm going ADD when I A-D-D with a JD drink
Watch JDZ, you're a chicken for the beef
HSP, test me, test me
Wait Wait, ain't seen sesh son
You only smashed X on a PS1
250 just for two fifties?
42O FAM get the free sesh son
Like buds I leave your head spun
I'm like Kush put green in my lung
It's our turn, our turn
420 we don't give no f**ks!
Wombat:
Yeah!, fresh sh*t
Even at my best you can bet I'm a dead sh*t
And I get obsessed with a, Sesh
I bet you thought I was gonna say "Next b*t*h"
Rep this for the veterans, legends
Turn an exit to an entrance
Like nevertheless you wanna end us?
Test us, better yet don't cross me
Acting a mess could be costly
Watch me, Wombat's back from the dead like a zombie
And they're trekking their steps like a SWAT team
I just smashed up a set with the posse
Am I dodgy? I said "Watch me"
Stamina like I'm a 'tard
Never graphed on my battle scars
So harsh I can have a laugh, after your blood like Alucard
Brah, don't ask me to stop
I'm barging in hot, got bars for the lot
'Coz I mastered it
If you think I'm after the dosh you got it backwards like Bin Laden disarming the bomb
Put my whole heart in the song
The whole squad's marching along
Not far from the top
The (?) and barking a lot
But look how far that we've got
Stacking the dough, bruh, banking the notes, f**k
Don't think I won't start shanking your throats up
F**k off
F**k that's it
F**k off
End it
END IT
F**king finish it
Finish it
