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the end - munna ikee lyrics

[chorus: munna ikee & cam slam]
he think he a member, we gon’ take him, watch me run him in
ty gon’ switch the crowd, golden child, he was born to sin
catch him by hisself, he get the belt, then we go k!ll his friend
they thinkin’ i be movin’ by myself, but i got many men
b*tch, i got plenty men
tsg, the takers, they take different gens
bad lil’ b*tch named nina, she totes ninas, straps on different ends
get back is a must, so call my bluff and tell ’em spin again (slam)
catch him sittin’ in that van
doo*doo*doo, now that’s the end (slam, slam)

[verse 1: cam slam]
take sum gang, they hoppin’ out on feet, you know they dressed in black (grrah, grrah, slam)
they hit my lil’ brother, i can’t go, they know i’m strikin’ back (grrah, grrah, grrah)
boppin’ out the back, this ain’t no mac, i dump the drac’ like shaq (grrah, grrah, slam)
call me “mr. slam,” that cap don’t jam, roll up another pack (slam, slam, grrah)
talkin’ on the ‘net won’t get you far but where your homie at (slam)
think this sh*t so sweet until we tweak and now his brother stretched (grrah, grrah, grrah)
og steady cryin’, don’t give no f*ck, we slit his cousin neck (slam)
and be [?] quiet up in that room, ain’t no discussin’ that (slam, slam, slam, slam)

[verse 2: buck munna]
man, f*ck all that, we strikin’ first (grrah), so they ain’t never strikin’ back (nah, nah)
b*tch, we them takers (get ’em), we don’t play like that, we known for gettin’ back (grrah, grrah, grrah)
call baby tank, no poppin’ out them cuts, i’m knowin’ that he stray (stretch gang)
we really active, d in tsg, put slam up on your ass (yeah, grrah, grrah, grrah)
all that back and forth up on the internet, ain’t into that (nah, nah)
we gon’ spin that b*tch and spin again until that n*gga stretched (yeah)
all that woofin’ he was doin’, now he in a body bag (grrah, grrah, grrah)
we give out the same pain any n*gga ever had (yeah)
[chorus: munna ikee]
he think he a member, we gon’ take him, watch me run him in
ty gon’ switch the crowd, golden child, he was born to sin
catch him by hisself, he get the belt, then we go k!ll his friend
they thinkin’ i be movin’ by myself, but i got many men
b*tch, i got plenty men
tsg, the takers, they take different gens
bad lil’ b*tch named nina, she totes ninas, straps on different ends
get back is a must, so call my bluff and tell ’em spin again
catch him sittin’ in that van
doo*doo*doo, now that’s the end

- munna ikee lyrics

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