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lirik lagu next up? – lil rass

[verse 1]
i put 410 corn in the shotty and luger corn in the 9 no speedy
i brucked her back like a shotty, the two pump shotty when style went greasy
i’m a different type of savage if i back it, ima bang it (true)
if you run up, ima stab it, i turn you to a colorful cabbage
chest shot wound that’s critical damage
leg shot wounds make a bully man linger
i pray i don’t buck into my man leave him dead and his boy turnt singer
i don’t know why little man’s on me
oh yeah cah his friend just died
gyal showing me love i laugh out loud with my [?] in her eye
she can’t get me off all crazy
these 410 estatеs comes out her nose that’s lil baby
pull up on blocks 2 in thе dots 9 in the glock it got no safety
drill around me it’s drill around streets drill and repeat leave it tapey (tape off, tape off)

[hook]
put him in a box (put him there)
send him to the gods (sent him)
14 i was doing up violence i went to school like i weren’t on job (bow)
17 it was one pop shottys (bow)
18 it was niner glocks
19 put the fork in the ‘rex whip that up the sh*t done locks
put him in a box (sent him)
send him to the gods
14 i was doing up violence i went to school like i weren’t on job (bow)
17 it was one pop shottys (bow)
18 it was niner glocks
19 put the fork in the ‘rex whip that up the sh*t done locks
[verse 2]
i’m known as your local dealer catch me the otherside doing up fifa (footy)
that packet coming like flavors hit that one so we’re callin’ shisha (dead one)
i get love from the local dealers and the local yardies
still bring them waps to the parties
one in the head when i wind up barbies
i’m getting cussed by my north ting tisha she found out by my south ting sia
to be honest man i wouldn’t want to be ya
tisha love smokin’ i don’t wanna see her
my east ting don’t give no stress just give me neck whenever i nod it
my north ting just locks in 4s
i love her to bits she’s down for the cause
still walk with the anglo arms (ching)
looking like one anglo saxon
hit him in the shoulder spin spin he’s moving like michael jackson
you carry a knife for fashion
i carry a knife cah i’m just tryna pack him (dead one)
you can’t leave your bro in the field
when we get back i just might sack him (gone)

[hook]
put him in a box (send him, send him)
send him to the gods (bow)
14 i was doing up violence i went to school like i weren’t on job
17 it was one pop shottys (bow)
18 it was niner glocks
19 put the fork in the ‘rex whip that up the sh*t done locks

- lil rass

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