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glo - a92 lyrics

[intro]
(st, what you tellin’ me?)
(tcz made this one)
(a motion picture by aaron)
(ay, tweeko mixed this, you know, it sounds cold)

[verse 1: ksav]
fl!ck shank quick fist, exciting
can’t ask if i’m on ride, it’s already decided
yo, we roll eight deep like brian
we got big men too, airin’, it’s titans, slide
they don’t do with this frying
they’re into the hiding, so we can’t on*sight ’em
but broski’s p*ssed, he’s going on right
and he’s telling me he should have just knifed ’em
it’s always ’empty threats’ till we pull up on smoke
that’s what we said, we got your boys on ropes
do it like izzpot, ching a man live’o
then get rid of waste, suttin’ like lipo
just ring my sons, nuttin’ like zygote
this beef too hot, some like [?]
this road game telling my bro side*code
they ain’t talking to me, hashtag, typo
[verse 2: kebz]
now it’s back to the t trying to rip that yay
your bae*bae wanna taste my yay
we circle the opp*block lurking
caught me an opp and he froze like yay
let’s ching a man down trying to put him in a j
they don’t really want beef cause i really foul play
now it’s time to, celebrate, cause the gangs on top
on top, on top, like [?]
and why oh why do they envy me
true say that we’re winning this beef
so man don’t care like jme
cah we got more food and we got more p
now, they want tell lies on drill type beats
and i’m really on the back road, g’s, slide
n*gga go ride for your ski
’cause he nearly could of be on rté

[chorus: kebz]
could have been out on the pitch doing chops
but i’m out on with the chops, no taekwondo
yo, sh*lly wanna dance with the gang
got me get down, sh*lly wan’ dance with poles (come on)
old school days, it was glides on the bus
but now i’m in a german, ride out glo (skrr)
my young g’s stepped out
tryna make a paigon fly high like ufo (fly high)
and they say i’m a star with a block
i shine so bright, shine bright like a diamond (shine bright)
and bro*bro couldn’t rock with the barbers
i just wan’ really shave them paigon clients (ching, ching)
i don’t discriminate on violence
you can get got if you f*ck with the niners
and they boy got*got like, uh, come we bill it
man, i’m coming like myers
two bad niners like talkin’ to tridents
[verse 3: bt]
you can get put on the rté
rambo twist, get turned like a key
see a92 well i ride for my g’s
and my brother got me so i roll in peace
when i step round there we play hide and seek
five days in a row not a snapchat streak
love baking the trap when i count my p’s
got things i got to do never mind these neeks
opp boys love talk on my name
big man got dropped with a blade
suns out and i got my shades no shot i’m trying to get lit in the states
little man rex can’t take off his shirt, cah his chest got done in the worst
don’t cap you ain’t mashing no work
got love for my bro like von and durk

[verse 4: nikz]
a’s up when i got me the baddest b
as you can see she’s in love with the d
empty the clip till the clip’s on e
you get banged like f if you bark man’s g
triple h, i’m a pedigree
tobz and i, that’s chemistry
put him in a j, respectfully
spill that ka, bare burgundy
spill that ka, bare juice gon’ exit
leave like brexit, do it and cut
everyone screaming out 92k till the 92’s pull up and leave man uh
that’s dangerous, (sweeback?) stainless them girl brainless can’t give uck
do it like izzpot live’o bare stephen hawking till my block and the gang on top
[chorus: kebz]
could have been out on the pitch doing chops
but i’m out on with the chops, no taekwondo
yo, sh*lly wanna dance with the gang
got me get down, sh*lly wan’ dance with poles (come on)
old school days, it was glides on the bus
but now i’m in a german, ride out glo (skrr)
my young g’s stepped out
tryna make a paigon fly high like ufo (fly high)
and they say i’m a star with a block
i shine so bright, shine bright like a diamond (shine bright)
and bro*bro couldn’t rock with the barbers
i just wan’ really shave them paigon clients (ching, ching)
i don’t discriminate on violence
you can get got if you f*ck with the niners
and they boy got*got like, uh, come we bill it
man, i’m coming like myers
two bad niners like talkin’ to tridents

[outro]
(st, what you tellin’ me?)
(tcz made this one)

- a92 lyrics

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