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lirik lagu yolo – ak (67)

[chorus]
lord let me die if i hate on a n*gga (let me die)
this caramel one come hold this spinner
i might take her out for dinner (maybe)
i’m a sixty driller, ain’t nuttin realer
but why can’t i find man similar? (why?)
big pup them boy chinchilla
i buss then cut now she’s moving bitter
i just wanna f*ck cause of figure (juicy body) x2

[verse 1: dopesmoke]
me and broski just cut smokey and he got smoked on a friday evening (friday)
straight crash i don’t know about speaking, now i gotta walk with the governor leading
them man go swimming so much, because of us, they must feel seasick (diving, diving)
and this bad b*tch ask what i do, i sell to the fiends and i run down rejects (some battyboys)
new slips and ships, packs get rid, plus i score points like griezmann
me i don’t know bout snitching, i dislike pork like a f*ckin’ vegan (i’m a vegan sarious)
three man step no f*ckin’ threesome, you can get one in your head like he did (just like him), you can get one in your head like he did
chillin in my cell with k1, laughing at opps how we left them leaking (free him up)
free broski, put him in a coffin, like sh*t then f*ck then i think hes sleeping (wake him up)
ayy broski leave him (ayy lowe it man), i don’t think hes breathing (i don’t he is)
them man don’t score no points in the field, the only thing they doing’s conceding
i was in the dock, smiling, laugh out loud heard his marje greaving
bro don’t have no manners i looked at the left and he’s f*ckin’ creasing (don’t have none)
[?] want me gone for the m like jackson, i had to beat it (i beat it)
[?] want me gone for the m like jackson, i had to beat it (i buss that, i buss that)
[chorus]
lord let me die if i hate on a n*gga (let me die)
this caramel one come hold this spinner
i might take her out for dinner (maybe)
i’m a sixty driller, ain’t nuttin realer
but why can’t i find man similar? (why?)
big pup them boy chinchilla
i buss then cut now she’s moving bitter
i just wanna f*ck cause of figure (juicy body) x2

[verse 2: ak]
i only run from the porky, only walkie talkies say that i match description
surely if it was sporty i would have not slept in a cell in brixton (facts)
the opps all stories, fiction, h*lla porkies we’re the ones doin’ drillin’s (cap)
this symthen don’t beat no women unless they f*ck with the opposition (bap, bap)
caramel chocolate cadbury, i fancy, nancy or maybe ashantai (gorgeous one)
know bare back girls all trampy, they bruk on her back my bars too jammy (ayy slap that jimmy)
before i had beef on the streets with patties, till they all deceased man i won’t be happy (i won’t)
f*ck chatty my bros get slappy, shout real itch man he’s way too scratchy
choco loco snickers, all on the kid wanna take off their nickers (on the kid)
you ain’t had two stupid b*tches, fighting for d*ckens, and there supposed to be sisters (six)
everyone claims their drillers, but don’t have p’s to be rising spinners
man’s gotta watch who you call your n*ggas, if you die to the ride and press them triggers (grrr bap)

- ak 67

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