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the statement - lippy lickshot lyrics

(lippy showergang here what i’m saying right now osk)

this year everybody turn on it g
nuff b*tch n*ggas saying that they’re on to me
probably cuh i violated them or someone on the team
i feel to hunt down these p*ssys but it’s long for me
i just wait till the day i see them on the streets
i’m a cheeky f*ck
i don’t know what’s wrong with me
maybe cuh i always got my osk dons with me
come like burger burn
cuh were fully on the beef
all these likkle b*tch boys ain’t men
i done the crud so come get your revenge
we got spinners and pumps
they ain’t got no leng
these p*ssys get dumped like my ex girlfriend
all these n*ggas b*tch like my ex girlfriend
get bullied
switch to a next mans ends
them man are p*ssys
they can never step in my ends
new n*ggas they come in the scene in 010
these man are new to the ting
stunting in the vids [?] jewels and the bling
got my n*ggas evil we move with the jins
no hes ting land smooth tru your skin
n*gga want war let him in
bad n*ggas up it’s a usual ting
you man are sarft
you ain’t using your ting
b*tch n*ggas we laugh at the crew that your in
comedians like chris rock
5th pop have him on his toes like flip flops
if your p*ssed off
come round my block and l!ck shots
nank work turn your white tee to a pink top
one [?] from the mosque [?] rip tops
one bang from my right hand chin rock
one bang knock a n*gga 6 like flint off
they run fam when they see us n*ggas they sprint off
you n*ggas ain’t g’s never done no greaze
we tun up on the scene and they leak like fleas
and they know where i be
what.. in these streets
them osk boys star 19
my n*ggas let the car bang deep
car tyres skreech
shooter in the back seat
and f*ck peace we don’t squash no beef
cook that rass nyam that meat
we’re c*cky for a reason this beef ain’t even
run up on your block and that beef get season
big nank put it in your chest like cleavage
big ting my n*ggas let it spray like cleaners
and they get sh*t pay like cleaners
poke dons put the kitchen ting where your spleen is
and we ain’t hiding you know where our team is
man a baby retire from this street ting
b*tches , sho

- lippy lickshot lyrics

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