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lirik lagu [67] plugged in freestyle 3 – 67

[part i]

[intro: ld, monkey & sj]
aight, fumez, you’re plugged in with some real drillers right now
you understand?
osg, jump out gang
free the f*ckin’ members, come on
67

[verse 1: dimzy]
you already know how we do it, in style
two waps deep, man, do it in style
he got shot with two and your mans got shaved times two
f*ckin’ know that’s wild
**** watched **** get done, then he made a whole mixtape tweakin’, how?
i’m a winner with a .40, bait, jump out gang you know the .40 baowed (pow)
big men run in then dive in walls, they leave their friends, i see it’s foul (dash)
we just jumped back in the dinger, and bro’s tryna linger out the window again (pow)
tryna scramble your homies egg with these flat ‘eds, scrambled egg (scrambled egg)
your mans was tweakin’, now he’s a fed (shh)
the sixties done it on bike, done it in cars, done it on peds (done it on peds, nyoom)
we got down **** done it and fled (chh)
they only talk bad on the gang ’cause all of them felt some pain and bled
**** got done, tryna cop him a phone
the guys left the **** in a mess
[verse 2: monkey]
diamonds twerk, like a b*tch on a pole (twerk)
this a family, b*tch we a row (yeah)
used to hit shots on the back of the road
the front or the alley, you know how it go
tour de wash on a man’s block, tourin’
lit it up (whoosh), like we startin’ some coal
you ain’t lucky that **** got shot and you go
talkin’ hammers, we copped it and load
lost waps, had to get some more
the opps is racked, they ain’t even the score (nah)
too much chat, come rise some more
multiple dead, i can name ’bout f–
blood in, blood out, my n*gga skrr had waps for run*outs
minimum step, pr bought the wap out
smoked a l and your homie tapped out

[verse 3: sj]
who can tell me what?
i been outside, i wet man up
i **** corn on opps numerous times
if you seen corn hit, man, i made man jump (baow, baow, baow, baow)
he’s with scotty and he chattin’ runtz
look like you, try keep it quiet but free my ski (free ’em)
‘cah he cheffed that up
just the other day man jumped outta ****
he made the cabman swerve and dus’ (cut)
you know gettin’ man down is essential
man’s only got fear of god
takin’ a risk ain’t new to the mandem
try know that we beatin’ dem thugs
when you wake up do you get to the bag?
‘cah you can’t be at war if you got no funds (nah, nah)
nah that can’t work my g
i heard the opps wan’ murder we
‘cah we all beat corn, that’s personally (n*ggas know)
that rapper ain’t mash no words
so the way they rap, tread carefully (d*ckhead)
it was all dis and dat, next thing they’ll need help urgently
h*lla **** had surgery, a good few went permanently (dead opp)
[outro]
fumez the engineer

[part ii]

[intro: dimzy]
a glass of water 2 out now
free all the guys, free scribz, free m, free c rose, free asap
free st, free itch
well you know, a lot of people ask us, “how is c dot funded?where do you get your money from?”
come on man, free smoski
the simple answer–

[verse 1: dimzy]
scratched up from the car, not keyed it (baow)
each and every day works, man, mean it (mean it)
if there’s life, you know we gotta beat it (yeah?)
the [?] had the whistle and he got deleted
can’t ask me if i saw, i ain’t seen it (no)
no one ain’t rubbed, we undefeated
countless man got caught and pleaded
headshot, ching, and the scalp recedin’
we take risk like bro from [?]
**** got bun’ and he almost rubbed out (you know)
**** got cheffed and **** got cut up (what?)
**** knows he lied, he’s done out
.44 ****, spun and dropped **** (baow)
‘fore he’s hittin’ a shot (baow)
**** thought it was a scrum (baow)
and guess your mandem still got the dots
[verse 2: monkey]
load the bait, let me step on your block we just tryna put one on the top (on the top)
bro got locked, ’cause he made **** stop
took him out of a frame, he got cropped (he got cropped)
tour your block, let me cage him and c*ck
ain’t got no glides so we grip it with socks
talkin’ war, then my brothers we move like the swat
hop out of whips, let it rock (whoosh)
yo, i got faith in bro and his foot down skrr*ing (skrr)
turn the nissan to a german
four*door truck, not suburban (nah)
check the allies when we swervin’
ain’t tryna hit up an innocent person (nah)
pop smoke, we ain’t into cursin’ (nah)
hollow tips you gon’ need a surgeon

[verse 3: dimzy]
when catfish gang’s on the hunt
that’s the first **** to get done
thought he was gonna get topped
but he got himself **** didn’t get slopped (pow)
you know we’re comin’ if you get us a drop
and wherever you are man’s ridin’ along (that’s love)
carbine strong, no ping*pong
fling it, we’re gone (pow)
sixties real anywhere gang and ****
your mans got ****
what you know about slidin’ on opps?
tapin’ it up, slide back and check if it’s locked
he got got and he got got and he got got
the list is long, i’d be here all day just namin’ opps (i’d be here all day just namin’ opps)

[verse 4: monkey]
two*step on your block, we’ll find that rocks
either way, take risk and prosper (yeah)
no fistfight, man ain’t a boxer (nah)
grab the boots, let’s play some soccer
on attack like mbappé
bl!ck in my hand as i hop out the passy
anything **** get smoked like cali’
the gang soon home, free l, free mally (free the gang)

[verse 5: sj]
wagwan for these d*ckheads? (jokers)
the 6 ain’t felt no get back
**** and he meant that (real life)
all that rap cap, man can’t respect that (no)
two waps, me and m through ****
tryna paint that block with the head back (n*ggas know)
nearly all the mandem went bin and they thought we was done
that’s a minor setback

[verse 6: dimzy]
everybody knows that i love me some runtz, runtz
he was tweakin’ away, now he’s nothin’ but runtz, skunk
**** took shots to the face and the chest
you know we ain’t thinkin’, bruv he got **** (bun, bun)
we done **** and we done up ****
you know we left them drunk

[outro]
fumez the engineer

- 67

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