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real drillers - 67 lyrics

[chorus: st]
n-ggas know about 18
jump out gang, real drillers
when you was doing nights with bae
we was really stuffing corn in spinners
get the drop on dem man
phone up bro let’s get dem dingers
cl!ck clack, corn gets dashed
you know i got faith on this finger

n-ggas know about 18
jump out gang, real drillers
when you was doing nights with bae
we was really stuffing corn in spinners
get the drop on dem man
phone up bro let’s get dem dingers
cl!ck clack, corn gets dashed
you know i got faith on this finger

[verse 1: y.sj]
heard everyone young jigga beg you pardon
dem late night i was grafting
that’s no ticks, and no bargains
6gang to the moon and back
and fat shanks for anyone asking
man skip and then dash for slip for that crash
it look like he dancing
come through quaking
dip, splash, crash either way
see a opp that’s the way he’s getting taken
pulla 6gang done did it
pop tryna fill it, he ain’t conversating
free jigga, not long left
he said he’s blessed, he soon done with the waiting
6gang to the world and back, man i love my team
nuttin ain’t sweet
all ever i want is cash, still jigga don’t squash no beef
pull up, they skeet
see n-ggas pushing there g’s
couldn’t know we got it on we
undies on me, couldn’t know i got it on me
but ain’t stopping, that’s skeet

[verse 2: r6]
me and my bros have to live
predators on the strip
search & destroy in our whips
and we got ching-chong dips
step in step with skengs
on a lurk, mans doing that sh-t
manna just phone up the driver
tracki, lets bill these pr-cks
4 postcodes, 5 opp blocks
no face, no case, no prints
are we lying?
have we not been and leave man chinged
dem know der know us just stepped in the field and dem man sprint
kizz just jog arff the man, then ching
we’re the wildest in london
make a man try ting
t-trap got 2 on his special day
then bro had a grin
used to get round der on push bikes
suttin like a uber ting

[verse 3: itch]
f-ck dem man what there on
tell them cut the vel cah its long
cah i’m a mad yute, i just tap st
do up 2 l’s, that’s you gone
if i bruck this ting, if i bruck this ting
that a defo redrum reverse (murder)
if i bruck this ting, if i bruck this ting
that a defo redrum reverse
n-ggas get splashed and lie
dem man glide with torso
i left ching by i
he got cheffed and shot
he try run,and got chinged on the spot
i’m in the back of the wagon
whip that sh-t like shirley
see man foul on the wall when i crash
gonna keep joggin on man, till the phones right flag
gonna keep selling these packs, till there’s no more kats
still 80 on the m-way, thousands of dash
still 80 on the m-way, thousands of dash

n-ggas know about 18
jump out gang, real drillers
when you was doing nights with bae
we was really stuffing corn in spinners
get the drop on dem man
phone up bro let’s get dem dingers

- 67 lyrics

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