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lirik lagu sn1 & otb - straight fire

[intro: fem fel]
haha
fem felon

[verse 1: fem fel]
they should call me metaphor ’cause the n~gga spits thousands (thousands)
and i got more styles than a kiss album
this is fem fel and i dare you to test me
blow the whistle in his ear like a p~ssed off [?]
man i came out of jail with more stripes than a [?]
came out and got my sh~t right, no talking
old money move over
06 i got young g’s like [?] (ching, ching)
man i dressed sl!cker than a grandad
jump off the tube with 10 g’s (what?) in my man bag (huh)
but don’t confuse your uniform
i leave something hanging out his head like a unicorn
kids will get cut like a movie (yep)
[?] less clothes than a groupie (felon)
geared up and i done it again
n~gga run tell your friends, they ain’t f~cking with fem (yo, spare)

[verse 2: kyze]
listen it’s kyzers time
i just want the finer time
n~ggas in my business, i tell them p~ssies finer life
i grind nights
black shirts and black nights
[?] on watch but these dots packed on too tight
too right, you can’t be too careful (nope)
one slip n~ggas hear, don’t wanna hear stareful
therefore, i’m easy with next door
’cause sometimes they see me doing greaze from the next floor
next bar, it’s kyze from pecknarm
your ends ain’t that safe
i can get you where you are
i’m getting better fast (yeah)
i’m early stretching arms (yeah)
no more [?] stacking
i let last year’s lessons last
kyze, i’m definitely coming hard
kyze, every second getting more advanced
on this tune here i’m saying bye to old scars
f~ck your life twice, yeah cheers to the past

[verse 3: buck boy]
buck boy
[?] don’t speak all nice, cutting up rocks (rocks)
please leave the work so we’re pitching on the block (block)
bruddas act brave so we’re working with the [?] (trust)
came up from the slums, bussing rasclart shots
and i’m the fire, no doubt (no doubt)
but right now i’m on the track with the hardest out
and if it’s war, no you don’t want to start (start)
’cause you’re guns are like the dogs that kinda blank ’cause they don’t want
buck boy, i’m that n~gga (yeah)
flip weight, much quicker (trust)
and i’ve seen your boys
man are so realer
broke boys don’t make p’s (never)
when you slap my hand, the only time you n~ggas touch a f~cking g
take a look, i’m far from a w~nkster (uh)
don’t believe me famalam? i beg you test my gangster
go ahead, keep stunting
us n~ggas not fronting (nah)
loose chat, duppy suttin’
yeah, i’m the sh~t cousin
and we’re miles apart (yeah)
and if it’s beef, yeah i come with more animals than noah’s ark
young n~gga, braveheart
rap game, i’m hot stuff (trust)
bare n~ggas, bare clapping
on road, bare trapping
my flow, bare catting
big jugg, bare stacking
and believe me it’s real (real)
big [?] is like a [?] chasing a mil

[verse 4: swift / ske montanna]
yeah, yeah
yo, yo, yo
if i [?] i swallow my dots for ten now
hollow at what?
you jerks ain’t got colours to pop
i’m lurking, i swallow your block
i ain’t holding keys
but still the pebbles looking like frozen p’s
the weed coming in from overseas
me? i just go hard in the booth
i [?] spark up the zoot
[?] f~ck you and then argue the truth
and now you’re talking off guns until you get one in your chest
the spesh guaranteed to leave your sh~t in a mesh
over bane, pretty boy n~ggas getting stuck
over cane, i don’t give a f~ck
one of ’em buck
i’m loose with it for real
it’s swift lowkey
told me the spliff
i tell a n~gga hold the thought
eat earning [?]
you always wanna know about peng
but at the bounce on your ends
i’m the n~gga with the ounce and the skeng and like

[verse 5: giggs]
giggs, swift, and buck (buck)
n~ggas on the strip that’ll buck (buck)
violate me fam, i’ma grip on the pump (pump)
i’m about to rip suttin’ up (yeah)
n~gga buck told me spit, so i told him that i’ll whip somethin’ up (yeah)
a lot of n~ggas p~ssed that i thug (yeah)
i know they wanna slip me a slug
and pitch me a bath (pitch me a)
and all these f~cking b~tches are dumb (dumb)
they wanna see me pitch too, so i don’t show no b~tch any love (never)
and the strally got me sickly in love (yeah)
i slipped on the gloves (gloves)
looked at him and slipped in a slug (slug)
rolled on a strip with a buzz (buzz)
the first word anybody says, i’ma clip me a mug
i don’t show these pr~cks any love (nah)
they p~ssed ’cause i got the dust hairs, just l!cked off the dust
the feds wanna nick me with drugs (drugs)
and get me right back on the wing with the snitch n~gga govs

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