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lirik lagu innoccent – sesso

i’m with t*wizzy1 & p*low
cuz i need me some guns & kilos
on her knees uckin gimmie deepthroat
she don’t need loving she a freak hoe
& my teams thuggin yeah we beat poles
we dont be scuffin cuz the heats close
if i squeeze suttin you gon’ see smoke
thinks the gs bluffing try me dej loaf

i’m 2 up on a 3 double o
i’ve seen gang run when i’m squeezing the toast
bro shanked him nuff now leave him alone
we scored they talk what’s war?
when man can’t keep to the code
boot down doors for keys of the coke
i’ll shoot man for even being involved
got a new landlordput pz in my grow
2 into 4 man a season the snow
i whip up the grub
might stick up the plug
if he increases the bulk & the price ain’t low
didn’t get no sleep all them nights in o
i seen cats them creep tryna find there dose
packs on fleek got me spikes on toes
big gun leave him stunned like a frightening…
big gun leave him stunned like a frightening ghost

sin sinning with my siblings
had there whip spinning when we grip things
pr*cks lips singing how the ship sinks
i keep flip flipping til my wrist blings
boot the brucky & your lucky if we…
boot the brucky & your lucky if we hit limbs

i got a semi star
so if i slap it on him, back to npr
i’m a trapaholic i need bread ya na
got the maddest chronic i ring temperature

them soft opps get smoked to roach
ching chef put holes in your throat
pull up press rhinos in the pole
like who’s that? sess white bloke with the smoke
s2 guys jet cuz they know i’m on volts
ruthless men tryna blow a mans skull
shoot & qweff like a open goal
hit you twice then i go blow some cro

skeet skeet in the pot & then scr*p all the residue
flee from the cops cuz they hate that i’m selling food
beefing the opps but they skate & they better move
beating the dog at his face ima let it loose

uhhh ehhhhhh
ring up the plug like “what’s there?”
know a couple f man that pop squares
know a couple m man that got years
whip the pot, add mag when the pot clears
rip him off like tags now it’s not theirs
getting gwop & bang til i drop dead

issa vicious cycle
i got bitter rivals
keep a big shank or a stick it’s vital

& we handle sticks
semi*auto in a manual whip
no money on my mind like samuel smith
when we go on rides don’t lack or slip
don’t stack or trip x2

i can’t stand your fibs
money dance when i dismantle bricks
your lucky that day when we went to your strip see feds then dipped
you best thank the pigs
the whole gangs on wings
he used bank packs now he banks the tiz
he used to slang crack now it’s bas & piff
he used to raid traps now his pad gets spin
it’s mad in bin

big ks a mad man he’ll tan your skin
got flavours & amm put gram on riz
don’t claim your gang gang & then bang on wiz
i’ll aim that bang bang & blam your wig

- sesso

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