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YM Romz
YM Romz
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(Ryder, not this again) Oi It's YM Live from the Wok Soon Home Free the guys 100 Times Fuck the waigons You get it? You don't wanna see man hop out the dingers Pop them doors man turn to a sprinter We had the whole of BG flaming Gun feds asking who pulled that trigger Free my bros boxed in on the wing I feel it for them some real life sinners Don't try dance in a shubs with a barbie 'Cause you might turn into a swimmer You don't wanna see man hop out the dingers Pop them doors man turn to a sprinter We had the whole of BG flaming Gun feds asking who pulled that trigger Free my bros boxed in on the wing I feel it for them some real life sinners Don't try dance in a shubs with a barbie 'Cause you might turn into a swimmer Do it on main roads bait Civilians watch tell them get out the way Bally on face when I jump out the car Cause I ain't tryna catch me a case My rambo knife unclipped Do it like tryna bore his face Man do it in F or BG I'll do it round south the exact same way Romz just got in his pack He pushed that out in less than a day I just heard bro got bagged When I heard what for I had a smile on my face Usain Bolt in the fields I can't keep up 'Cause I got no pace If he would've tripped that day That's casket closed six deep in a grave Zombie K on my right My 15 incher glued to my left tried jumping the fence on Ty And held that blade to his chest We got the opps them stressed They throw gun signs They ain't got no skengs He could've held six in the cab But he got saved by his stab-proof vest Might just step through their blocks 10 toes Moretime might peddle right through YG step with his predator blade Romz got his I've got mine too Ty done went to the party for barbies Came back out with his shank all juiced Step with sticks we step with ours Aim for a golden boot when we shoot You don't wanna see man hop out the dingers Pop them doors man turn to a sprinter We had the whole of BG flaming Gun feds asking who pulled that trigger Free my bros boxed in on the wing I feel it for them some real life sinners Don't try dance in a shubs with a barbie 'Cause you might turn into a swimmer You don't wanna see man hop out the dingers Pop them doors man turn to a sprinter We had the whole of BG flaming Gun feds asking who pulled that trigger Free my bros boxed in on the wing I feel it for them some real life sinners Don't try dance in a shubs with a barbie 'Cause you might turn into a swimmer You don't wanna see man hop out the car No bally on I'm doing it raw Man try run from me Like the range from the skeng wont hit you from far I'm in the South I ain't talking park Just a little place where the skengs get barked Crank that shit in my yard Feds come to raid I was thinking, oh lard I was thinking oh Jesus If they found this, how the fuck could I beat this? Mom said stop keeping secrets If I told her then she would've been sleepless But we still gotta hold them beaters Cock that back if we see them geezers Hospital bed getting pellets ripped out your body With tweezers Toured their block and the strip was vacant If they was there then they would've got shaven Or I would've squinted my eyes like an asain Rise that suen and slap that gauge ting Slap 2 bells in the brucky 6 In the spin I really ain't fussy Last time that I slapped it I missed Next time, they wont be so lucky You don't wanna see man hop out the dingers Pop them doors man turn to a sprinter We had the whole of BG flaming Gun feds asking who pulled that trigger Free my bros boxed in on the wing I feel it for them some real life sinners Don't try dance in a shubs with a barbie 'Cause you might turn into a swimmer You don't wanna see man hop out the dingers Pop them doors man turn to a sprinter We had the whole of BG flaming Gun feds asking who pulled that trigger Free my bros boxed in on the wing I feel it for them some real life sinners Don't try dance in a shubs with a barbie 'Cause you might turn into a swimmer
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