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no back bone - giggs lyrics

load me up iv

yeah, yeah, ah
what the f*ck is all that gossip bout?
it wasn’t us if we ain’t shoot him up or chop him down
nah, that ain’t my b*tch that’s just a toss around
i got the streets tho i’m covering a lot of ground
i’m takin’ over, running to that bank and i can’t take it slower
came up off a rut like my name was hova
mummy raised a king, peckham made a soldier
yeah this thing is ours like la cosa nostra
coca cola, baking soda
ah, put the magic in, that’s hocus pocus
n*ggas sending shots and i don’t even notice
true they babies to me i just wipe their noses
pull up with a stick and just do the moses
put a parting through your wig like he did the ocean, uh
my bad, i meant the sea
if you ask about me i’m evеrything i’m meant to be
my dawg in that jammy he got a quartеr century
my dawg in that trap he got a quarter of them keys
all i do is talk about the streets
that rat came home and he got corn within a week
shhhh, yeah shouldn’t even speak
very short fuse with a very long reach
all i do is win, i’ve had a very long streak
ain’t no fillin’ my shoes with them feet
me and you ain’t size n*gga, don’t know who lied to ya
i could see the b*tch behind that twinkle in ya eye n*gga
never been my guy if i ain’t done that do or die witcha
i ain’t say slap but for that pack you get slime n*gga
in the bin no strap, just a ice picker
and i got money on my mind n*gga
hundred racks, straight cash that’s a nice figure
i’m still gang i ain’t no side switcher
n*ggas switchin sides
they ain’t got no backbone
lil n*gga i’m in the bits with a bulldog with no backbone
that phone’s rang twice, n*gga don’t be callin out no traphone
see me lying down with a mac pr*ne
if it’s beef, you don’t want that smoke
get dragged in a jeep, left in the street all bl**dy and weak
it’s bl**dy and peak
if i pull up with the something with b*ttons n squeeze
got you duckin’ from sweets
now i’m duckin’ from police
on the run from the beef

[giggs]
won’t forget it
n*ggas out here so pathetic
thinkin’ that it’s copasetic
boxing like a sandwich, n*ggas gone baguette it
glocks out in them bally’s n*gga’s gon’ regret it
boxing chicken sandwich, n*ggas gon’ fillet it
oh you want a challenge, n*ggas know to set it
keys like dj khaled n*ggas known to get it
n*ggas so invalid and they owe me credit
n*ggas pickin sides and they flippin’ bias
man clipped up your ride and we slit the tires
and man picked up my star and i’m sick and tired
just zipped my flies, i’m the flippin’ flyest
n*ggas tellin’ lies and they quick to buy it
n*ggas gonna die cuz they quick to try it, yeah
show them h*lla times but the clip deny it
shot up man in june, he got pitched july*ish
straight up, had to bun him
i know that it’s sad but n*gga had it coming
even when it’s winter n*ggas brang the sun in
hundred miles of runnin’ had to bash his skull in
even when it’s boring n*ggas add some fun in
finger in her p*ssy and my thumb in
n*gga i’m the dumbest, brang my gun in
they say hollow’s gully and they love it
yeah, lighters talkin’
man ain’t talkin’ shorts but mandem tried to short him
i don’t like to talk just stick my knife and fork in
n*ggas talkin’ powers like they mighty*morphin’
n*ggas get it right i want the nicest portion
who’s these little f**ckers that they like endorsing?
talkin’ porkie pies i got the right to pork him
man that p*ssy good i get the right endorphins
n*ggas switchin sides
they ain’t got no backbone
lil n*gga i’m in the bits with a bulldog with no backbone
that phone’s rang twice, n*gga don’t be callin out no traphone
see me lying down with a mac pr*ne
if it’s beef, you don’t want that smoke
get dragged in a jeep, left in the street all bl**dy and weak
it’s bl**dy and peak
if i pull up with something with b*ttons n squeeze
got you duckin’ from sweets
now i’m duckin’ from police
on the run from the beef
skrt

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