Correction Paroles County Lines Remix par Double Lz

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Sup n***as? How y'all n***as living, y'all alright?
Everything good out here?
Wasup baby? Good, good, good, how you feelin'? Chillin'
Good, got that money for me man? I gotta make moves
Yeah, I got it but not all of it yo
Whatchu' mean? You ain't finished?
I got robbed yo
The f**k you mean you got robbed, who robbed you?
That n***a Duff
N***a Duff?
Mokuba Lives Beats

Drill it, drill it, corn, man fling it
Dig it and rip it, I'm OFB's realest
I ain't tryna brag but I chinged him wicked
Done two in a row, no fibbin'
On the wing, might catch man slippin'
Come from the mosque or legal visits
You ain't never hopped in the ride with the spinners
Searchin' for them, tryna show man drillings
Get dipped in tees like biscuits
You don't come here, you got that twisted
Moncler, rip it
Dots wan' beat like the Red Light District
So I get close, won't slap from a distance
Run for your life if the four door pivots
Now you feel mad like you just got a ticket
Just circle yourself, you're not with it
Tek' man's watch, let me see what the time is
Thinkin' it's cold 'til you change that climate
Now your block's hot and filled with Trident
Blade and knife him, playin' it violent
Bro got a case so bro gotta fight it
Boogs got twenty, the judge didn't like him
Big bruck back, one-twos and a Hi Vis
Hop off the back, see man and they divert
Jump out the ride and pop doors in order
Shotgun barks, might buss out your shoulder
You might get dipped like you crossed that border
Hold up, back the wap and he froze up
Rudeboy, I can't beef no broke arse
Joker, rise the pumpy or poker
Them man do leggy-legs when we roll up
Same old sh*t, just let me get closer
Banged up for twenty-three hours
Gov just cancelled exercise (Ay gov, when's soc'?)
See opps on the visit
You know I'm tryna ketchup guys (Do him, do him)
Would've killed your mate
But like I never let that slide
Still take man's Roley
Like, 'bro let me get the time'

Slim Jim just called from Feltham
Nearly got down a opp on servery
He held a fly kick and t'umps, that's dirty
Jailhouse ting, bro's callin' me early
Dig that, dip that, hold thirty
Pull up at crooks tryna do man dirty
This bad B backs the wap like Shirley
She locks this whoosh, she don't act all girly
My manager just came from Ghana
Said, "Bando, you should go harder"
They got S on the wing, big charger
Feds hate me cah I look like my father
Flick shank, fresh trim, go harder
Barber, don't watch me cah I'm marga
Double L just to cover my armour
Hop out the back with a black balaclava
No plasters, shells hot like lava
This X3 kicks off like a mash
Kush in the front, tell bro 'drive faster'
Leave tools all over this bando
In the bando, had to hide from my pastor
On the glide, I'm slidin', lurkin'
Sh*t, just straight past my aunty Taja
And free up the lifers bakin'
Boogie Bando, let him go one-arda
Yo, from young I stepped out in Prada
Gully man ting, got corn for the Gaza
Bro said 'mazza', I said 'marza'
Left a yute rubbed and he just said 'haha'
Yo, from young I stepped out in Prada
Gully man ting, got corn for the Gaza
Bro said 'mazza', I said 'marza'
Left a yute rubbed and he just said 'haha'
Banged up for twenty-three hours
Gov just cancelled exercise (Ay gov, when's soc'?)
See opps on the visit
You know I'm tryna ketchup guys (Do him, do him)
Would've killed your mate
But like I never let that slide
Still take man's Roley
Like, 'bro let me get the time'

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