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crashes - lf70 lyrics

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yeah
gang
yeah

aye

better stay in ya lane ′cause you must have a death wish
don’t talk to da feds ′cause you might just vanish

don’t trip get put inna spliff
two men step we pull dem triggers
and count dem figures
and drill these n*ggas

opp block step with me and my drillers
chase down k with my dippa

they say they’re proper, well known cappers on the op block we rising slappers
beef with flops can′t rate these rappers 019 i been on crashing
don′t get caught in traffic
my men tapped, throw him inda back that’s madness

b*tch mind your manners got down m we on badness
i heard i got racks on my head, we be outside we smoking loud your bro got shot in the leg
f*ck your family if i see you put two in your head
we strapping led don′t call us bluff

gripping semis riding when it’s dark, we let that spark at g park p*ssy boy play your part
gonna need more than a bp vest when i step round there with a fmj
heard they calling for peace (f*ck that)
we slapping corn where ever they say

frontline marching two sticks barge*in
who wants war with a seven side sergeant?
pull that blast it
tell me who′s fastest
no stress when i miss my target
got five in the bag for the reload
two sticks up but i’m yelling out three bro

gotta move this bag on the d*low no detour when i′m dishing out free throws
put five inna clip told bro get to mine by four
three inna car, got two in my hand r2 now one on the floor

s got stabbed in the arm
r froze up like a stick
m got caught at da beach
fat b*tch taking the p*ss
my side bully these kids

l got stabbed in da face
v got stabbed in da neck
s got chopped no trace
gang ain’t taking a break
p*ssy boy run and get sprayed

i chased down k and stabbed his arm
we chased down d lil b*tch was fast
gang stabbed your mum then stabbed your dad
they went back home had a laugh

they all teamed up and done up a song
really shows that my side’s getting it done
they all teamed up and done up a song
really shows that my side′s getting it done

can′t rate that side
we grip and ride
’cause tell that b*tch stop capping
done it with twos like i done it with fours
all on board when it′s time for the action

don’t chat ′bout me ’cause i pull sticks and splashed up opps
you can call me a opp block threat
i got ten but t and u held one
now look they′re dead

they try run but they won’t get far
loaded beamers shoot from the car
we creep through the dark
slapping at six, hit legs at g park
we got shots, got plenty of shooters
your boys dying too many losing
two got cheffed they tried to reboot ’em
don′t move wrong b*tch stick to the movement

ha ha
should′ve k!lled me
wait ’til i catch you b*tch
l′s up
p*ssy

- lf70 lyrics

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