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lirik lagu 156 x agb x 12anti - no hook 3.0

dt5 on the beat

[verse 1: t.scam]
are you buzzin’? can’t question my workrate
rid 10 days, i’m a sav like abz
gang gang, the section on 60
when i flew out the cab movin’ mad like max (woo)
central, see so you better say “hi” to the local cat (yo)
i don’t know why they chat like that (why?)
i don’t know why they rap like that (why?)
cah’ they really ain’t bad like that (no cap)
i’m in bush with my shank and bankroll
anywhere i go, gang go (grr, bow)
fling this corn at your’ mango
swing my anglo arm in your’ backbone (ching, ching)
dot~dot bang made him duck like a [?]
made him swim, but it’s nothing like backstroke (swim, swim)
you might like cali, you might like stardawg
.44 corn, no you don’t want that smoke (no way)
the trident say i like to roll with bruce
now i’m in the dock fightin’ the case in a suit (gang gang)
the day gеt’s mad, then ba gon’ shoot (grr)
if sus swings it, r.i.p, boohoo
turn that purple if you rep bluе
ag, gang gang, suwoo (suwoo)
try lean, on who? we’ll slide on you
try back it on who? we’ll slap it at you (bow)
[verse 2: abzsav]
he jumps in the booth and he touchin’ leggies
he jumps in the booth, he touched no~one (how?)
i’m a militant man when i swing my one
you can ask in the n, i get sh~t done
disrespect? you’re takin’ the p~ss
man steppin’ with sticks and letting it rip (bow~bow~bow)
he got saved by the firing pin
and he got slapped on a vacant strip (he did)
slim brown one, she says i’m rude
it’s true, more time i’m slidin’ boo
sorry if i have no time for you (sorry)
4 man step with my rc crew
trynna’ split an opp boy in f~cking two (ying, ying)
me and my bros have nothing to prove (no)
devilish thoughts so we’re slidin’ through
your’ bro got bun, but it could’ve ‘been you (bow~bow)
move, move or you’re gonna’ get burst
free 6~0 like he done a full turn (free him)
man’s cuttin’ through quick on the paigon strip
man’s lettin’ it rip, i don’t do no trips (bow~bow~bow)
his skin was dry, only right he got dipped
with a fl!ck, with a fl!ck through laser skin (shave that)
we stay depending to this life, we sin
we stay repenting, for this life, we sin (we do)
[verse 3: broadday]
babs came thourgh with a spinner, and blitz came trough with a glock (grr)
h~ll breaks loose if they both get caught
copped a rough flake now i’m turnin’ it raw (whip, whip)
donny got a headtop, now i’m laughin’ with sixty and my n~gga y.rifty (free them)
dissin’ billy and i get ’round quickly
talk on dirtz and i’ll rise my bl!cky (bow)
the ag~s workrate’s lit (you know)
shout bros from the 156
got hollow tips all up in my clip (bow)
no beyblade thing but we lettin’ it rip (bow)
free armed response, it’s a must (inshallah)
my wap was collecting dust
came out of jail, let that bust (bow)
then took the golden boot off sus (gang)

[verse 4: bankroll]
i’m a serious driller, how don’t you know that i press on triggers? (haha)
i’m a chest~shot chinger, you don’t wanna’ see bugzy in a dinger (grr)
ayy, but the feds to inner, they want bugz on the win, no, bugz is a winner (f~ck)
but let me show you who’s madder
a~way, gang gang, who’s badder? (a~way)
samurai, samurai jack with this dagger
ayy, what you mean ’bout ‘yak?
with this loaded heat i’ll leave man splattered
who’s on what? you can’t be on me (bow)
spray, spray that block like febreeze
hide in the streets cah’ they don’t wanna’ see me
i’m bankroll bugz and i’m greasy
likkle man, you can end up on tv (woo)
with the spins mans way too squeezy
with the ching~chong i’ll leave man leaky (woi~oi)
you see it? you see me? (yo)
[verse 5: workrate]
clock them boy, they grip and shoot
or spin that coupe and ching that yute
teerose got packed, so i billed that zoot
then shak got packed, so i billed that too
all the opp blocks in tomato juice
and rose got spilt in his potato too
main road, kr, bro got sm
then they chinged little j and he made it two
since ‘017, gang binin’ yutes
and you know we’re known well for the knifings too
me and s, that’s a violent two
that’s critical wounds when we ride on you
i could tell you ’bout kaos
i could tell you ’bout zeccs
i could tell you ’bout reek
‘cah i did that too
i done mileage in my ridin’ shoes
trynna’ boot us all truth when i hop in the booth
i was 16 when suttin’ got chinged on that road
and suttin’ got chinged on that road
but the opp boys still chat like there’s an angle
by 18, i had ten on my anglo
say they make bread in the t, that’s a scam tho
their’ bando don’t generate bankrolls
it could’ve ‘been broad~day, it could’ve ‘been night time
known suspects, 15 on my rambo

dt5 on the beat

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