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plugged out - sb lyrics

satay’s verse (1)
bussin my stick in the opps
thrusting my d*ck in the mandem
civilians calling the cops
you could easily call me a madman
drill got us rising to fame
now it’s bare fans who are making a fandom
imma be riding bare man like a plane
lads on the s*xual swing never landin
we got the whole gang strapping up pumpies
mandem got bank i ain’t talking bout wallets
all of gang’s dongs be going so lumpy
lumpy just like the boi unknown p’s porridge
not from homerton not from hackney
daily id let the mandem gawk me
business booms these uckers are costly
i suck off the gang i’m doing it softly
we blow in 2 different ways
mandem too sus but i swear we aren’t g*ys
opps running their mouth they don’t know what they’re saying
d*ck in my mouth and the s*m*n is spraying
headed down south and the opps there are praying
galdem ain’t sh*t these c*cks are amazing
seeing an opp with a weapon no fazing
when i’m on d*ck im riding im racing
others see opps, and they act hard
i see mandem, and i act up
call us the headmasters call us the wildcards
mandem and opps getting splashed up
kinky with gang they get a good f*ck
and the pagans getting put down
if you need that head, well your in luck
spraying down opps like brrr bow
major’s verse
we say wagwan to the mandem
sus boys, we pifting, (pifting)
we don’t got gear sticks
in the mandem there’s no shifting, (no)
gang here with our sk!ll
double gok gok, we coughing, (what?)
i ain’t got no drill
but i’ll put a nail inside of this coffin, (ooh)
steel barrel go bang
road looking real bumpy, (bumpy)
looking over at the gang
i cannot keep my eyes off of those dumpys, (huh?)
taking a couple of creps
rolling some puftas off of their jackets, (jackets)
we steal then have s*x
we in the bedroom causing a racket, (what?)
look at my boys ass
then smack that b*tch like a whack*a*mole, (mole)
internet being sh*t
but i know my boys ain’t getting no packet loss, (packing)
pants full, we back in stock, (stock)
we close knit, no ratting on, (ratting)
we immune from the sus*meter
‘cause you know that none of us getting caught lacking on, (lacking)
if you packing, where you wanna go?
like autobots we roll out, (yuh)
only f*ck boys, i don’t f*ck hoes
my b*tch running tears like a waterspout, (ooh)
boy i’m dripped out too much
yeah, i might get pulled up on, (pulled up)
i’ll just a put a man in his place
give that smoothen something to suck on, (oof)
satay’s verse (2)
imma hit that l!ck that spit that
join up the air force, no digdat
man got no majors, imma just clap that
no sixnine opps looking like trap rats
peeping the gang they looking so fine
blocking all gyal that hit up the line
give ‘dem man gifts moving like valentine
metro boom make it boom now they moan and they whine
very soon bare man coom book a room jack the white
when the opps are in sight them man taking a flight
pull up to the ends and the gun is igniting
man’s getting railed i don’t wanna see fighting
p*ssed at my mugshot because of bad lighting
picking the mandem all day over side ting
not feeling real childish moved fully to drillin
business is booming i’ll play for a million
i don’t talk on the drills i’ve done
i’ve got bare man bun and got bare yards spun
gracefully making the mandem cum
and i’m making the opp boys run
dash, sprint when the lads are there
giving gang hint when i need that fun
storing all blades in jackets moncler
if the p*ssyo strapped ill back my gun
bow, bow, pull that trigger
money from drills earning me 6 figures
blowing his back and i got the boy moaning
i’m out on attack and the cops aren’t condoning
loaning becoming a thing of the past
pull out the ching these man defo won’t last
making bare mandem come fast
why you there with the ops we’ve got them outclassed
cb’s verse
i don’t ching all these stupid neeks, its all fun in games till i spread their cheeks
batty boy see us on the streets, talk sh*t on chat but man don’t speak
wait till he get down on knees, open bro up then i’m making him shriek
confused like the drill got leaked, bro open his cheeks then i make him weak
blit that blit that op boy dashing, scarred for life once he see me flashing
just like the op boys night out session, 10 toes once the s*m*n go splashin
he don’t expect it to be so massive, still lasting, hope he go back into his casket
im suckin then pullin his circumcision, drop him knocked just like ben askren
oh yeah (moan), just beat him then finished, he’s riding my d*ck like i easily replenish
he knew that i came in a minute, tryna make me happy then l!ckin my fetish
once he pull out his ting go brown, embarrassed he don’t even go down south
wondering if you like fitness, how about you fit this d*ck in your mouth

mah*rny’s verse
see your man in the wild, i will f*ck him like a child
i suck d*ck i don’t do p*ssy, hoe f*ck off cause the mandems got good bussy
his cheeks a bit big, turns out he was wearing a wig
im not into g*y sh*t, so i had to dip really quick
his head looked like pickle rick, but he had a nice d*ck
found out he was underage, he then got my s*m*n coverage
this is the sussy drill, if we see the opps then we are gonna k!ll
if i see you in the party, i might suck you off, make you sound like playboi carti
man was watching hentai, i shot him down cause he had to die
i’ll spread his cheeks, put on some lube ,won’t stop til he squeaks
my c*ck bends to the left, sit on it, and you’ll be blessed
that dude is kinda thick, i put him in the bed and then suck his d*ck
if i see man on the block, bring him to my room, he’s gonna get this c*ck
im not so racial, black or white, i don’t mind interacial
i swing this c*ck, we both lie down and then we interlock

mcaio’s verse
when ops pull up to the block, i suck their c*ck, they hard as a rock
they cum faster than milfs in your area, no protection, getting malaria
me and the mandem pull up to the ends, you know we ain’t making amends
ops wanted some of this double gawk gawk, put him in the ground, that’s bedrock
turns out mans into feet, so i had to send him back to the streets
my ass been hurting for weeks, i’m with the mandem, clapping their cheeks
they come at me for clout, i’m giving them my big b*lls like wipeout
i pin him to the bed, get him all wet, he squirmed so much then he tapped out
we make sure our bundas are clean, step*bro getting stuck in the washing machine
we only f*ck guys, getting stuck between a n*gga’s thick thighs
i last longer than the queen, police please, i swear he was 18
eat a n*gga ass like fries, me and the boys just got circumcised
me and the boys never lacking, you know we always stay strapped
if op n*ggas in our block, you know they ‘boutta get clapped
we only f*cking each other, can’t get pregnant, call that safe s*x
we f*cking each other raw, b*tch we don’t need no latex

- sb lyrics

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