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lirik lagu next up? – ak (67)

he don’t know ’bout broad day drillings
he don’t know ’bout backroad chingings
on the back of the moped pillings
slap on the mains, best scared civilians
i need a cupcake just like kipling
sweet one on top, yeah, he skin color different
bro tryna get rich through fishing
stolen whip, that’s an opp block mission
and the drillers, they’re realest
for the gs i put corn in spinners
i’m in np chillin’ with drillers
yeah, add in a k get done by sinners
in the t dishin’ out real dinners
young n*ggas handlin’ business
why you think the [?] hate us?
my n*ggas k!ll opps, get money, f*ck b*tches
me and my crew’s like scooby doo
when we’re ridin’ out it’s a mystery with the machine
tryna catch these yutes
and if i chat loose i’m doomed
the meddlin’ kids get my bit boomed
i used to bum that q i ain’t waved
[?] askin’ “who are you?”
ak from the 6, on 22
tell me, what have i got to prove?
i ain’t been shot or stabbed so i definitely don’t wanna look like you
i couldn’t walk a day in an oppa’s shoes, it’s dreadful beefin’ my goons
leave no clues when we slidin’ through, only truth what i spit on my tunes
last six done said it, the mandem rude
i’m like dennis the menace society
see, the medicine i prescribe you cannot buy in your pharmacy
baby gyal wanna wine and dine but waste of time, no chemsitry
365 i be on my grind, every day of the week i’m l!ckin’ fiends
magic in the park, no [?] mc [?]
shotgun burst it, i ain’t that nervious
that’s why i hold it steady
any drill man’s done is on purpose
aim at his head, neck, chest or belly
and late night lurkin’ murder my mind like ynw melly
double*tap german on back of the hip, zk i’m armed and ready
this rusty’s an ugly betty, fry head back, back, no kentucky
there there mana bill them bruckies
but this hand ting’s gonna slap off honey
mum preachin’ and say she love me
please don’t roll cah the streets ain’t funny
i’m too hungry i can’t be bunny
so money haffi mek upsuh, that’s country
you’ll get cooked like fbgs, recorder didn’t see what the mandem dumper
opp thots’ gonna custard cream, duck if i see bare rass on the opp block
late nights i be sippin’ that lean, ride codeine for my n*ggas that are long gone
couple man try beef the team, did a [?] with the ching*chong
thameside had alarm bells ringin’, legal visit i sat there sittin’ the opp came through
of course i wanna ride that basic pigeon
stupid government women, took my television cah man’s on drillings
man gonna swear, i’m out still piffin’
dank on the wing, lil s gon’ bill it
free dripper dan, weren’t part of the plan
but fam, it is what it is
if i buss in this muci ting or invest in bling, put smoke on strips
bad b*tch said [?] lit
l!ck, split, suck on my tit
she said “ak can you buy me drip?”
i said “no way” like b*tch, you wish

- ak 67

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