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Fumez The Engineer
Fumez The Engineer
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Kwengface
Kwengface
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C1NNA
C1NNA
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Charlie King
Charlie King
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HL8 How is C DOT and where do you get your money from? The simple answer Madara Bad boy in the real life (Bine) Ever smoked someone in a real time? (Nuttin) Free all my opps, I drill mine Really can't talk 'bout some of these drill guys (No) I don't wanna talk 'bout works I walked on But I really do shoot eye (Grr, grr) Really do-do this shit (Bubush) No kids (Bubush), it's hot (Bubush) Chris Rock, know suttin get slapped by me On me, I need a glee with a switch in the beam (Glah, bap, bap) Look, most my friends in jail (Woof), but I'm glad that it's 3s, no RIP's (Free the guys) Really turn opp boys into trees (I'm high) Facts, Sainsbury bag for the sweets (Bap) Don't think 'cause I rap, it's sweet (Look) I put down the mic, rise the machine (Glah, bap) Never went colly, don't pop molly, I'll still smoke man broad day (You know) Season the beef like Salt Bae This day, next day, smoke man all ways (Bubush) In the back or the front of the ride, who's that? Finna spill man's Kool Aid (Who's that?) Bro brought him back to the block This one here sweet, crème brûlée Nick Cannon, I'm wyling Chameleon, I'm riding (Grr, grr, grr) Them boy can't tell me nuttin 'bout gliding Last time I seen him, he was frightened (Spin that block) Step on them like insects President of my block, Joe Biden Shit goes off, they know it's us How'd you think Northside knows we're violent? (Grr) Let's lurk on their block, double L's (Grr, grr, grr) Or man's tryna make bands, okay (You know) Go steam room right after a drill Might as well get massage with bae I couldn't even keep my girl 'Cause I cheated with the gaugest rage She calms me down, I'm mad And got rid of Young Dizz that day (Haha, heh) Bad boy in the real life (Bine) Ever smoked someone in a real time? (Nuttin) Free of my opps I drew mine Really can't talk 'bout some of these drill guys (No) I don't wanna talk 'bout works I walked on But I really do shoot eye (Grr, grr) Really do-do this shit (Bubush) No kids (Bubush), it's hot (Bubush) Chris Rock, know suttin get slapped by me On me, I need a glee with a switch in the beam (Glah, bap, bap) Look, most my friends in jail (Woof), but I'm glad that it's 3s, no RIP's (Free the guys) Really turn opp boys into trees (I'm high) Facts, Sainsbury bag for the sweets (Bap) Don't think 'cause I rap, it's sweet (Look) I put down a mic, rise the machine (Glah, bap) My Rolex bezel gold (Brr), but these dot-dot bells be red and black (Brr, brr) See, you can get slapped with a SK (Grrt) Old days, you woulda got slapped with a MAC (Grrap, bap) This .44 long be matching my outfit Stepped out black on black (Woof, woof) This PR be matching my two tone (Ayy) My swag's intact (Ayy, ayy) My bro done a drill in sliders (Ayy) My next bro done it in a - and Crocs (Free him up) My guys on loving nonstop Ain't gonna stop 'til another one drops (Free the guys) Free all the guys them locked You know that the clocks don't fucking stop (Uh-huh) Free all the guys them locked You know that the clocks don't fucking stop (Woof) I was in OT, doing up kway (Kway) And now I'm here shopping in Paris Spent couple racks on a Champs-Élysées The opps could never, they lame (I'm lit) Jump out of this old school Ranger (Skrrt) Highlander, tryna wave this blade (Skrrt, skrrt) My guy, I feel your pain My guys locked up, it don't feel the same (Woosh, woosh) Bad boy in the real life (Bine) Ever smoked someone in a real time? (Nuttin) Free all my opps, I drill mine Really can't talk 'bout some of these drill guys (No) I don't wanna talk 'bout works I walked on But I really do shoot eye (Grr, grr) Really do-do this shit (Bubush) No kids (Bubush), it's hot (Bubush) Chris Rock, know suttin get slapped by me On me, I need a glee with a switch in the beam (Glah, bap, bap) Look, most my friends in jail (Woof), but I'm glad that it's 3s, no RIP's (Free the guys) Really turn opp boys into trees (I'm high) Facts, Sainsbury bag for the sweets (Bap) Don't think 'cause I rap, it's sweet (Look) I put down a mic, rise the machine (Glah, bap) Fumez The Engineer
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