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palava - b9 (cp) lyrics

[verse]
i’m in the field, live in the gaza
mans outside causing palava
new ones landing, fresh my tallier
outside tryna raise that tally up
told bro bally up, i ain’t got time to waste the day
i got ye to slang for days
been in out of the trap for the trap
i came for a zed man i never had nothing
now it’s two whole ones like rion
double back in the trap, mans flipping these packs
in and out of these flats, m*town, now my favourite cats, l*town
so i got sh*t cracking
man i make sh*t happen, down for the cause
they already know this, they say man tulsed him
13 i was pebbling crack
16 got my spartan tap, i feel like my cat
yarnie 10 pound like (?)
and my number 1 ride, the (?) a deen, she got the whole package
sometimes i don’t know how she manage
anything up top, rise on the map
don’t think i won’t slap it, trucker come here, didn’t see no permit
cop that fizzed, same day had to burn it
in the t*house watching and learning
big back and her chest all fat
i might fall in love with this bad little persian
i don’t know if she lock this bine
if she does, then i whine and dine
scatty kid all i do this tap
dad in my ear telling me i’ve gone mad
dad in my ear telling me i’ve gone mad
i should’ve worked for the kkk
how many black yutes i put on my blade
i fill out the whip broad day
i’ll man down for passing my place
i don’t put tools in my rucksack
i see my waste tryna turn man hashtag
bros walks out in a rucksack, he ain’t no grandad
civilians screaming plead and leave him
i told him you’re tweaking
i get man down for the littlest reason
you’re smoking cookies, i turn man jubby, push my rambo straight through mans hoodie
i hopped out the ride like, “yo what’s goodie”
i gave him the boot, i ain’t talking woody
used to like shots in the back of this pushy
now it’s a 3*double*o to do that drill, then burn that buddie
what’s wrong with this dumb little b*tch
she don’t want no nooking in the t
and i’m placing bets, i ain’t talking bookies
i still walk round with my fl!ck knife
don’t lurk twice, cah man’ll have to drop twice
what’s wrong with these dumb little yutes
they jump in the booth and lie about the things they do
my young boys itchin to turn man cabbage
a 22inch, it cause nuff damage
in the field, them man can’t manage
pull up, slap it, scatter from the scene, it’s tragic
goddammit i done it again
i got beef with old school friends
this how it goes when you’re live in the streets
2 days i ain’t got no sleep
2 days i ain’t got no sleep

- b9 cp lyrics

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