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all out - ice city boyz (fatz, streetz, toxic, j style) lyrics

ranga tell your fed
all i know weed’s the sh-t
think i’m g-ssing big, fast weetabix
hungry days how i move scatty i don’t need a pick
told my plug, do it like my ex and just key the whip (key that)
think i don’t get pies, better shoot me
f-ck how it looks i’m telling lies in that (???)
only on the strip for a flip, god knows
if i ain’t got it forget the side bag i don’t gun pose
feel like, holla-tips, real life
tark-am bombaclart (????)
catch you in your cardigan, tryna party g
bad a (?) your b-tch, leave you wet where your cardi be
i should be with my son, where i hardly be
need sauce for the sauce cause there’s hardly p
i’m bout a pack, i ain’t worried bout a new chain
i coach girls while i buss, about they don’t do train

it’s in the field, we’re going all out
i squeeze off, i don’t know what n-gg-s talk bout
you in the bed, you get it quicker than bow
whole road blocked off, when i open my coat
all them n-gg-s should know

my y got the place wild
come through, glossy like slate tiles
me, papi, keyz bagging up, we gonna take a while
hook a wrap up quick, bout our raps we call it 8 mile
where’d you get them grillz, fake smile
you ain’t styling on me, i’m j styles
mummy ain’t seen me in while, i ain’t the same child
(???) 88 miles

- ice city boyz fatz streetz toxic j style lyrics

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