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sos - dopesmoke & silent lyrics

[chorus: dopesmoke& silent]
all of our beef gets seasoned
how you think us man wacked out ?
fill up the whip let’s do this quietly
try me you can meet god almighty
leng one say i look chinese gold or brown they all wan’ pipe me
rombos twinning that hashtag high knees
sos tell a boy come try me
bro got first blood so it’s his blade reckoned
sos get the drop done nicely
bro juiced this kitchen. how they all slimey?
takes the m with blood on his nikes
we apply that pressure, it’s more than slightly
pull up and knife g’s, course them crime scenes
my brown one’s boujee. why she’s so feisty
cause i’m cheating again. now she’s there trynna fight me

[verse 1: dopesmoke]
think fast and tie them laces
yohan blake when they clocked our faces
wave it shave it and keep on placing
rambo tucked let’s go do flavours
we made reckless famous
we think about him when we’re smoking flavours
opp block tour got to hide our faces
cah me, i can’t catch no cases
skully, he wanted to eat
he died on scene doctors couldn’t save him
jump out gang, who’s the fastest? chase him
go ask shh how the rambo tasted
i used to be cool withthe pegans
now i’m a pegan i bet they’re mad
dangerous, trynna make a mill like meek
now i’m attracting the t with cats and crack
don’t really care about races, black or white you can still get tanned
i bleached out shanks and purged of flats
that’s a*team lurking the main road, gang
they couldn’t go to their local shops
you’re smoking rocks if you think they can
i don’t mean to brag, but tha opps are sh*t, they don’t ride on man
[chorus: dopesmoke& silent]
all of our beef gets seasoned
how you think us man wacked out ?
fill up the whip let’s do this quietly
try me you can meet god almighty
leng one say i look chinese gold or brown they all wan’ pipe me
rombos twinning that hashtag high knees
sos tell a boy come try me
bro got first blood so it’s his blade reckoned
sos get the drop done nicely
bro juiced this kitchen. how they all slimey?
takes the m with blood on his nikes
we apply that pressure, it’s more than slightly
pull up and knife g’s, course them crime scenes
my brown one’s boujee. why she’s so feisty
cause i’m cheating again. now she’s there trynna fight me

…

- dopesmoke silent lyrics

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