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lirik lagu sr - snap it (remix)

[intro]
dt5 on the beat
senseii

[chorus: sr]
two in the dots, hold it steady (man down, man down)
snap it, stuff it, slap it
big man, hold that corn for brekky (and again)
knife work’s been on fleek
how many yutes been chinged up already? (woo)
gyal get beat and dash
i got my white ting givin’ out necky (neck, neck, neck, neck)
two in the dots, hold it steady (man down, man down)
snap it, stuff it, slap it
big man, hold that corn for brekky (and again)
knife work’s been on fleek
how many yutes been chinged up already? (woo)
gyal get beat and dash
i got my white ting givin’ out necky (neck, neck, neck, neck)

[verse 1: loski]
beat this mash like i beat down ~~~~
real rider, let me ring like lyca (glee)
love skii, deep to the death
yes, really a f~cking striker (striker)
drop over 60 racks on my chain
i’d do another 50 to watch, insane (brr)
it’s hot, but in uk, make it rain
so shh got bunned, he ain’t been the same (ha)
we done man in the chest and heads
suwoo, leave it red
jump off bikes, drill confirmed (nah)
switch location, burn that ped (muh)
she wanna f~ck ‘cah my diamond’s buss
tell her “don’t buss it,” i only want neck (brr)
remember when i bucked a 3~2 from tottenham?
but never once has the kid met rich
do him up nicely, gang too shiesty
cool kid, bankroll, everything pricy
bring a smoke out, heatwave like wiley
ay, dej loaf, f~ck boy, come try me
tryna do man like bro done sav
who’s that? ay, spin it, shoot (muh)
yo, yo, b, ay, bro, she cute
if i don’t jeet, i’ma give it to you
[chorus: sr]
two in the dots, hold it steady (man down, man down)
snap it, stuff it, slap it
big man, hold that corn for brekky (and again)
knife work’s been on fleek
how many yutes been chinged up already? (woo)
gyal get beat and dash
i got my white ting givin’ out necky (neck, neck, neck, neck)
two in the dots, hold it steady (man down, man down)
snap it, stuff it, slap it
big man, hold that corn for brekky (and again)
knife work’s been on fleek
how many yutes been chinged up already? (woo)
gyal get beat and dash
i got my white ting givin’ out necky (neck, neck, neck, neck)

[verse 2: suspect]
how many got floored on board?
my eyes seen too much blood on goal (ching, ching)
you know the procedure, pop them doors
swing souls, and send my man to the lord (gang)
them man just sheep like shawning
runnin’ the flock, we back that swing on (bow)
no free fight, man grippin’ him a mash
‘cah if you throw p’s, we’ll throw back corn
just back my shank and get cheffy
broad day, kweffy, been verified
i wet both deadlies (that’s right)
drilled on them, and them, and them
man stay, ain’t been touched, come get me (come get me)
i got habibty givin’ out madax (woo)
got my white ting givin’ out necky
he got done in his neck, neck, neck
and he got some in the belly (ah)
look at my streakies, head, head
thinkin’ i was wayne how i love it, headies (ching)
got nuttin’ but d~ck for a jezzy
doggy her up, and get back to the readies
he got done in his head, neck, chest
then he got put in a telly
two packs up on macavelly
who’s next? come test me (gang)
[verse 3: sd]
two in a dots, i’m steady (ready)
close one eye like fetty
i slap one yute, tryna get some brekky
got chest shot, his friend done leggy
free ~~~~, put his friend on telly (haha)
now, he can’t put d~ck in a jezzy
three dot~dots and a freestyle ride
let me call them “ed, edd n’ eddy”
always beena slide on, never been a hide on
’cause ~~~~, showed him what my knife does
saw ~~~~, he didn’t even sight us
hyperus splashed him, he left his sliders
back to the car, can’t say you’re drivin’
just know it was perfect timing (woo)
like dg when he got his fryin’
free grandad, he was already on violence
mask on, it’s shiesty season (shiesty)
trust me, i wouldn’t wanna be him
took a 20 off ~~~~ ‘cah his brother upset
get back in blood you idiot
i won’t lie, don’t know the feelin’
when you’re warin’ and your friend just leavin’
but peeler must know the feelin’
’cause he tried snake me, but got left bleedin’ (ching)
[verse 4: trap]
i got my black ting givin’ out necky
she want a siraq sg for brekky (brekky)
take them bricks how we take them lives
ain’t dug no points, but the opps done plenty (plenty, plenty)
chest shot gang can’t go for a leggy
but free r1, still put him on telly (free him up)
heard a young boy’s wearin’ vest right now
so sav just aim for a headie (head)
we really makin’ opp boys famous
how many face we put in telly? (how many?)
shorty come long like gorz
snap it, stuff it, slap it, and baffin’ plenty (bap)
15 racks can’t fit in no pockets
strix on the glizzy, no pocket rocket
he got done in his neck, chest, back
civilians screamin’ “stop it!”

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