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real tug - js (uk) lyrics

[intro]
(yo, itch, is that how you’re goin’ on, yeah?)
she wanna f*ck with a real tug

[chorus]
she wanna f*ck with a real tug (truss)
all these lines man built up (buil’ it up)
got the whole of my shoebox filled up (stacked)
same as the clip, the clip be filled up
get caught on the opp block (get caught on the opp block) get straight on drill cuz (drillins)
like how can you talk on my guys? (how can he?) and you still ain’t done no drills blud (d*ckheads)
[verse 1]
i’m ashamed of these bludclart paigons, send v2 and you had just shavers (p*ssies)
them man didn’t do no wettins (truss), these man didn’t do no action (none of it)
js i’m a well known savage, come round hеre i’ll show you ’bout badness (come ‘еre)
young gs come i’ll show you bout trappin’, flip that pack get straight to the baggin’ (slang it out)
and if man wanna talk bout bangin’, rise with the dots and slide where you’re hangin’ (bow)
me and tempz in the 3 double o, ramz on waist just know it’s a hazard (ching)
just like back in the day, scorin’ old school bangers
free all my guys that’s locked doing bang up
these man love talk on snap, live in the flesh these man don’t chatter (none of it)
lightskin ting with a booty, smooth and thick but she way too bougie (truss)
i just linked up with a cat in the alley, her names called ruby
feds got dogs on the strip, lookin’ for clues they’re doin’ up scooby
this ting got breast no back, breast no back [?] me on [?] booty (truss me)
got her p*ssy all wet on the couch, spread up your legs and free up the coochie (spread it)
this ting tried go through my phone, has this b*tch gone stupid? (must of)
hit that once and keep it movin’
man know that my trap line rings, my trap line boomin’ (ring)

[chorus]
she wanna f*ck with a real tug
all these lines man built up
got the whole of my shoebox filled up
same as the clip, the clip be filled up
get caught on the opp block (get caught on the opp block) get straight on drill cuz (drillins)
like how can you talk on my guys? (how can he?) and you still ain’t done no drills blud (d*ckheads)
[verse 2]
when he saw my face he bust that u*ey and done up the dash (dasheen)
tried ching through skin with leathers on hands (ching)
like feds on me, like feds on me but free up the gang (free ’em up)
my bro just got a new pumpy, kick back mad leave a opp boy splat (splattered)
big boy talking bad, live in the flesh don’t back that chat (d*ckhead)
what you know about a 15 inch? 15 inch tryna drench through backs (drench)
resp*wn where? get put in a pack
got my bro and he got me back (got ‘im), glidin’ around with the longest shanks
smoke man up turn a opp boy dank, back to the trap got a call from frank
man can’t talk bout the handting, the handtings handy it does ‘nough damage (bow)
feds be all on the gang, want me locked, they be out on their gadgets (truss)
man just bust that left, hop that fence man’s gone man’s vanished (man’s gone)
back to the trap with bro, weighin’ up cro get straight to the baggin’ (baggin’)
and if man wanna talk bout bangins, spill some juice get straight to the vampin’ (ching)
me and bro don’t do no talkin’, duss man down and we do it on a gangting (truss)
big fat ramz in chests, i ain’t sayin’ the rest
oh yeah oh yeah, your friend got bored in the head (d*ckhead)
and you still ain’t rid that’s mense (d*ckheads), trap line jumpy
and the food come dank that’s funky, ask for a tick then you’re havin’ a monkey (must be)
any violation we’ll rise with the pumpy, corn get slapped we’re way too dumpy (dumpy, dumpy)
what you know about things in the ride, things in the glide tryna leave man fried

- js uk lyrics

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