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lirik lagu no hook (pacmantv) – 3s

[intro]
urban kulture sound
gotchabxtch

[verse 1: jtrizzy]
peddle bike ting, let’s glide on the hill (let’s glide)
and jboy ran, got chinged
asfar got fished and he hides at fields (at fields)
and most of the man there snitch
ran through ’em, got pinched when we done them drills
we step with ramz on hip
when the dot*dot ting and clips get filled (bow)
we’ve lurked on flats like towers, seen no*one like fatal fields (fields)
and a girl love me like powers, next [?], i ain’t got chill (4’k)
done been ’round ring for hours, seen no soul, go ravenhill (where they at?)
them man ain’t out in the field
they hide in the back like risky reels
and we lurk ’round there for the thrill (for the thrill)
them man ain’t got no k!lls, but they’re screaming k’s, oh sh*t, that’s rubbed (aha)
jsav been talking loads, but he ain’t done sh*t when i bricked his mum (what he done?)
oh sh*t, lemme not forget, what has he done when we chinged his aunt?
kb, that’s twice already, thought he was safe when he ran ’round cars (ain’t safe)
***** love stating bars, that ain’t gonna help with his punctured lung
opp thots keep talking much, tell her choke the rass and show their tongue
had a paigon’s girl screaming l2’k or 4’s and her back got dugged (aha)
nuff’ times we’ve lurked on strips, oh sh*t, they quick, got healthy lungs
[verse 2: kfrmda3s]
black [?] hop out the whizz
with the stainless kitch, i don’t know who did it (who did that?)
finish, this rambzi’s no fl!cky dig dat (ching, ching)
blade in your back all spillage
how you beefing when you’re 18 figures??
b*tch ass n*ggas, wannabe drillers (d*ckhead)
bro bro can’t get to the dotz
he’s stepping to your block with the stainless dippers (bow, bow)
sinners, not gonna lie we’re vicious
face on the top for the cops and singers
they wanna see cash no pictures (ay)
drop to the farm, it’s calm drop n*ggas
they talk about drills they ain’t done (no way)
n*ggas just run, don’t slip where you’re hiding
these fibbers just rap no riding
back that blade and [?] see who’s fighting (ay back that)
swing that shanks on the mains like viking
two leathers on when i tap that trig
quick, this n*gga here can’t sprint
mans chinging him down ’til he grows some wings
or billing up zoots on the paigon strip (ay bill that)
two man already turnt pack and they never come back
coming like some ticks (they’re gone)
pr*cks, backing out shanks from hips
and they’re dropping their ramz when they this stick
like, pedal bike trips we’re lurking
and purging tryna catch this nig
lord, i pray that an og slips
that would’ve been a quick 3*0 hat*trick
like, how many times has trigs been clipped?
that’s bare ’round the ob strip
flame them garms, not tryna get nicked
pedal bike mode, man risk that solo
or bruck grub, that’s bolo (bruck that)
me and t gonna pitch that postcode
send out a text that’s promo (ay send that)
ot living man risk that, did that
how many times have we flipped packs? (how many?)
man’s back in the t, no breaks
cah’ i missed that, tell a young g go hit that (go fly that)

- 3s

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