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No Hook 2.0
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Kwengface
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Traphouse vibe No hook Tell a man, yo, what's good Hit up the strip in my Tino's Did drills in my Adidas fobs Don't look We got all of the opps dem shook Smash that light by night So you know more food got cooked Now all the opps dem stressed Cah none of us man been stretched Whip that skeng though, a man endo That is a quick AM And a word to Snoop Who the f**k you cheff? Yo, Deqwan got bored in his arm real quick cah the boy tried to cover his neck Then got cheffed, dad got cheffed And all now none of them step How many times have we lurked with shanks in hands tryna leave a man red I might put this cutie in Gucci if she holds this skeng (come 'ere) Criss brownin' with a fat back, come to the zones and bring your friends I'm in the next space that's kway that's prof I'm with a peng ting in my hotel room and a peng ting givin' me top No Van Gogh, man paint man's top I'm in Pecks with your Laura Croft Nah I can't flip this flop, no I swear that the grind don't stop The opps dem know and the thots dem know I just shout ching for ball, we all kick ball You know we ain't pro I still got a shout face for the boots, brutes Bruce back out the pumps on Vaux E9 or S9 with Zone, hitters, ridin' come let's go On the table shanks or poles I'm down at the door, bunch of coke Hotel I'm on floor 3 0 Who else wan' be hero I am a villain, I ain't no joker (no way) Life gamble, casino Fix up their face and back out my poker Or put toys in a machine though Dem man are chiefs, I call them Sosas (eergh) Switch it, I watch a paigon vid, like, I got that paigon chinged Oh sh*t, bruce got the same 1-2, zoo We do outrageous things You ain't in fightin', I ain't on mining So I don't know what my paigon's is You done run from the great, grey whip You would've though they was slaves and sh*t Oh, I got a snap from ML, but all we talk is wins Got more bread that I saw this year After that all I could talk was sins How many man have I bored this year I swear to God, man, I've bored and sh*t How many man have I bored this year I swear to God, man, I've bored and sh*t Bare times I've run him down I don't know how he don't have athlete's feet They don't wanna meet and greet, but, on socials wanna give cheek Sawed, send him off tryna break man's heart Like his girlfriend goes and cheats On the ride let me take my seat Dots come old like Bas and Pete 15 inch in jackets I done did this, I don't need no practice K2 turned them packets Two man up we don't need no batches 4-4-2 that's tactics See all the chest shot, Lord that's classic Dots same size as a blanket Stay on gang don't run from gadgets I done put blades through freshers And I done see legs do stretchers I just have to buy that one cap 'Cause I told her I don't send texts Samurai sword my fetish One shot make that opp boy perish Still servin' no tennis, menace Dem man set aside letters I ain't ridin' with no satnav Boy get touched from my GPS Splash man down with no regrets Then, leave him all depressed Duck-duck-goose, take man's food There's no time to go digest Look far but I had to redress Thought we was friends, ching his chest (Judas) Scratchmixedit
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