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lirik lagu never free – snoee badman

intro:
shout’ to the bredrin sonder for the beat
f*ckin’ oath lad
(sonder on the beat)

verse 1 (snoee badman):
judge give me 10 in the box
shout’ to the mans out on lock
foot long shank for the opps
putting all them holes in your top
pump a ‘esh in my celly
chargin’ money in front of my telly
younger’s splash for the mandem
dip that shabba rank in your belly
man, ain’t sh*t you can’t tell me
blaze * blaze all day it ain’t healthy
on a opp block i’m lurking
gloves on, by myself, i’m more stealthy
rip s2f i want drama
like wagwan cubba wan’ starter
on road got dem tings we gon’ blasting
skrr in stolen rides and we laughing
burn a man like it’s arson
c*ck that pistol back and then blast it
went to seg for shanking these b*st*rds
3 months man i’m back in that yard den
who mash up man when they asked him?
bare man dropped me cold when they asked him
boy bridge up gon’ be a target
we gon’ finish tings on where started
still i’m like who wan’ test we
who wan’ disrespect me
shabba rank that’s on me
you know that’s sharp and deadly
linkoss was on road with these weapons
now he’s 2 out blazin’ up ‘eshens
when i was on road i hit to 11
split that 2 ways, counting up blessin’s
verse 2 (vinsins):
stuck on the wing like bird feathers
playin’ cards with murderers
this sim*card service isn’t perfect
but i’m still earning quids
dis*discussions with colombians
can’t trust translators, gotta learn this sh*t
cual cuños * which stamp is it?
in spanish, not talking xanax’s when i say that we are landing bricks
stacks so thick elastics don’t fit
these c*nts are acting like they’re rap piff
thousand packs, that pants fat * might rip
just blew my cash i’m p*ssed
gotta bala’ up like rappers in vids
doin’ a whack on video chat
kickin’ back with a slag she’s flashing her tits

verse 3 (huskii):
still wal* still walk around 2 spikes in my fist i’m p*ssed like jesus christ
lately been losing sleep
i can’t tell you the reasons why
but i still gotta move this heat
so my family been eating right
i get lit then i beast on mics
all these thots wanna be my side
line up shots, gotta make my future
8*b*lls and q’s ain’t snooker
burnt full trips, everyday gets risky
i started 30 bucks for a 2fa
now the cops won’t catch this supra
don’t stop when i see them lights
last month i was moving bupe inside
now i’m out and the fiend’s want white
hole on my greens inside
thots doing drops to my csi’s
freezin’ nights i still serve the junkies
my kids ain’t hungry, they eating right
but i hate these long nights
since young it has been my life
since a kid all my olders told me when i get grown i would be this guy
now i wrap up beans and rice
meth in a tonne, mexican plug
cuz we got p’s at the cheapest price
going ot in the streets all night
i don’t hang with fleas or mice
dogs and rats they can meet my knife
i got dreams of a decent life
but the d’s onto me want to see me fried

- snoee badman

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