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lirik lagu diddy bop – ak (67)

[verse 1: dopesmoke]
see i ain’t really one for the chattings but suttin got packed it was done by us, (by us)
she wanna dance with the gbg’s, but they leave their g’s when they buck my tugs, (buck them)
opp thots wanna swing on these nuts, i’m a hill side chef leave blade in guts, (ching ching)
kay got done no fuss, back to the ends and bill some bud, (bill it up)
and i heard suttin just got smoked, i can’t say a word but i think its ***, (ha ha)
civilians think we’re f*cked, main road swimming tryna down these c*nts, (drown him)
hop out the ride on badness, (jump out) bet i see bare man run, (don’t run, don’t run)
i got smokers lungs, i can’t be chasing man for fun
these yutes are done, (done) chill on your block get bun, (bun up)
and they ain’t on the *** no more so *** here we come, (here we come, here we come)
again and again, (again) again and again, (and again)
and they ain’t on the top no more so *****

[chorus]
the amount of risks i’ve taken, blatant, i should not be where i am, (where i am)
my n*gga got took on a little vacation, somewhere near amsterdam, (sh*t)
i didn’t writ no statements, sang in the station them man ain’t the same as man, (as man)
i got a cocoa blasian, her backs amazing, stay with the tug and bang, (on the tug)
in the cell impatient, i sat there waiting, praying for my day to land, (pray)
this razorblade in my hand, chop slates, kit kats call me jackie chan, (konichiwa)
buju banton, coming like san, only trap will get that slang
you ain’t from here my g you can’t hang, can’t diddy bop with the gang, (diddy bop)
[verse 2: ak]
i got too many guys that they need to free, (release)
don’t f*ck with me, don’t f*ck with me i’m a big appetit, (wallah)
collecting bread at the end of the week
making p from fans and fiends, (i love it)
skeng light mans dome if your talking grease
no cap i can show receipts
no cap i can show receipts, (boyy)
slap it in s, i ain’t driving slo*mo
big up fast lane, call that yolo
i fly these packs till my stack come bolo, (skrrr)
up and down should a been called yoyo
i love me a b*tch to get rich off promo (i love it)
got love for my bros no h0m*
red up your t no hoho
don’t try violate my bro bro (don’t even dare)
leave chest shot holes like bagels, designer labels when mans fishing (shing)
intensive care not stable, fatal, how we left shh conditioned (my man)
in trap with notes and mable, the best of both best make a decision (which one?)
our life on oath to dodge that prison, bro, no way am i snitching

- ak 67

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