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hella kwengins - 150 lyrics

[intro]
munroe

[verse 1: stickzodt]
m3 with the hoover (boom, bow)
m dunna with the rooster (skudu)
stizzy stickz, black ruger (skudu)
whole team full of shooters (skudu-du-du-du)
ar, that’s my drillers (drillers)
really be with the spinners (spinners)
whole team full of winners
bullets all in ’em innards (skudu-du-du-du)

[verse 2: s wavey]
hella kwengins
and all of them done by us, somebody haffi get bun (boom, bow)
i ain’t never told on a soul and i put that shit on my mums (trust me)
i’m the one who invest in poles (boom)
them boy haffi get poled (boom)
see m3, nigga he’s cold (skrr)
hella work, that haffi get sold (gone)
dem man there ain’t lurky (skrr)
2 wheels, big bike, mans swervy (skrr)
white mlt, that’s curby, .32, .45, that’s earthy (boom)
browning, big back, she’s curvy (badders)
white ting, mad uck, that’s kirsty (uckers)
white ting, mad uck, that’s kirsty (badders)
white ting, mad uck, she’s dirty (badders)

[verse 3: ard adz]
wicked and bad, what? where?, you’re a baby goo-goo-goo ga-ga ga-ga
i come through with dargg an wavey, black bandana-nanana-nana
hold 67 from mac, ratata-tatata-tatata-ta
man bring your gyal to the flats, gagaga-gagaga-gagaga-ga
i skudu and dudu and bang, skudu and dudu with gang, skudu and dudu you tramp

[verse 4: jboy]
jugg (we juggin’)
two ding-dongs in the ride, we got things on things when we lurk in your hood
stuff two in the drum, that’s becky and she ready cah we feed her good
straight tommy lee on bike, on sight, man just pull up, pull up, they shook
beef get cook up, cook up like jerk
big ting b-b-b-bark then skrr
whole place mad up, mad up like dirt

[verse 5: sho shallow]
run a boy down, no typing
hit him in his chest like byson
got a yard girl, mans vybzin’
none of your bros invited
rub boy out like tyres
jigga with the dippers tryna dip a man
4 door out tryna hit at man
reformed yutes, what you tellin’ man?
i swear you use to film man
i swear you used to get man juice

[verse 6: m dargg]
dem man
f-ck dem man, i said f-ck dem man, they’re just talking
hella casper friends, chatting shit and ain’t catching nuttin’, they’re just boring
if i catch a man, just bore him
tryna put a man down in coffin
took 3, don’t let man get 4 in
took 3, don’t let man start scoring
come round all wild and smash windows
m3 dudu on them bimbos
chat shit and say we ain’t worksey
the way man show up and get dirty
come round all wild and smash windows
m3 dudu on them bimbos
chat shit and say we ain’t worksey
the way man show up and get dirty
no stormzy ting but man merky
man catch a case, hold a 30

[outro]
no stormzy ting but man merky
man catch a case, hold a 30
dudu-du

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