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lirik lagu aylesbury boy (remix) – ay17

[intro: s jeezy]
(gotcha, b*tch)
(lk the plug)
(jeezy)

[verse 1: s jeezy]
if we got beef, we’re beefing foreva’
the last time i saw that brudda, fam, his whip got peppered with beretta
swear that brudda got cancer, well, you better die before the mandem catch ya
manna*man think they’re bad till we run up with the bat, then a man get whack up (swing, swing, swing)
ay, how you gonna make it fair?
that n*gga got drilled in the barber shop, all he wanted was to cut his hair
i’m cooking up all of this beef, my friends love that medium rare
i’ll splash man down, i’ll wet man down till i see blood everywherе
this b*tch wanna talk about feelings
ay, girl, love don’t live round herе
ay, girl, love don’t live round here
gang didn’t get drilled cuz i wear them waps
why my opps them talk in tracks?
these times on your birthday is when you got clapped
he saw the driller and he didn’t say jack
on your birthday, that’s when you got clapped
he saw the driller and he didn’t say jack
on your birthday, that’s when you got clapped
[verse 2: j wavey]
there’s nuttin’ ace about that pr*ck
he got shot on his birthday, how’s that for a birthday gift?
i swear, you was there when your boy got shot in his back
had to run them things
bare pushin’ your friends, come like you were never friends with him
but*but i guess that he went too fast
them man, they’re on p*ss
they rather do hip and run with their cars
some selective bad boys
mind they age, they don’t want no qualms
that just shows two things, that they’re pr*cks, they ain’t got no heart
who gave the drop? i don’t know, but i f*cking laughed
i don’t rate them gs
get ’round in a bruck*down vauxhall, would’ve thought i was ofb
but i ain’t from farm
should’ve seen man’s face when sj told me he burnt man’s car
think it was a german, wish i was there in person

[chorus: alsz gambino]
imma aylesbury boy from them aylesbury ends
you know aylesbury’s trappin’
man come there with like three n*ggas
you know blacka slap him
man’s in the back, bro, bring the wap
‘cah these n*ggas just chatting
man, ask about
if you ask about, you’ll know aylesbury slappin’
imma aylesbury boy from them aylesbury ends
you know aylesbury’s trappin’
man come there with like three n*ggas
you know blacka slap him
man’s in the back, bro, bring the wap
‘cah these n*ggas just chatting
man, ask about
if you ask about, you’ll know aylesbury slappin’
[verse 3: blacka]
mmm, suicide squad, i’m firin’ shots
violation, man’s comin’ ’round there
clappin’ this up (bow, bow)
got that drop on his birthday, went ’round there with the dotts
true fam tellin’, (true) you could even ask their boss (ask their f*cking boss)
n*ggas talk on my name, smoke that p*ssy like angel dust (bow)
feds they beat me, even when i’m in cuffs
i don’t think, are you sure?
are you really sure you want war with us? (nah)
(want war with us?)
or me and my army chop beef like salami
then i salam him (as*salamu alayk*m)
they gon’ say, “blacka’s lost it”
they gon’ think, “blacka’s high” (are you stupid?)
i don’t smoke anymore, but i smoke n*ggas on rides (bow, bow, bow)
huh? bring that smoke non*stop, bring that smoke non*stop (ay, bring that smoke)
man dishin’ out curfews, be home at 6 o’clock (6 o*f*cking*clock)
bring that smoke non*stop, bring that smoke non*stop
man dishin’ out curfews, be home at 6 o’clock (be home, be home, be home)
(we’re the real ay’s, in case you n*ggas ain’t clocked
broadday, hb got 6 from that f*cking glock)
(we’re the real ay’s, in case you n*ggas ain’t clocked
broadday, hb got 6 from that f*cking glock)

- ay17

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