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hide in dark - stewie (sin squad) lyrics

[intro]
sj
(the pressure’s applied on blocks
and they don’t ride back, oh good, i’m fed up
sj gotta keep your head up
i roll with guns and a stolen vectra
i ain’t playing no games like checkers
i do him with techers, they run with terror
and now them man talk ’bout pepper
anything they got, we got b*)

[verse 1]
hand*ting bark, rah
do it in day cah they hide in dark
jm aimed for the heart
and if i had mine, i would have chinged his clart, rah
bro just bunned mans rass
just caught up behind and had the dotts on charge
everyone knows it’s us who drill
pedal bike, peds or cars
i’m tryna move low but i’m bait
bros foot’s on the gas, all hе knows is speeding
serious splashing’s intriguing
dump off corn, get crashed for thе speaking
free slim i’m praying they buss him
missed days on the wing, me, you and some demons
it weren’t fist fighting when we see ’em
f*ck a greeting, swing [?]
waiting for shh got chinged and chopped
don’t forget that shh got shot
waiting for shh to start talking ’bout burners
i filled the habad on tops
habad’s on lock
i thought it was them, told jm stop
habad’s on thots so won’t stop this aim till i get that drop
that’s opp block tripping
squashed in civic’s, had the hand*ting on blast
dot*dot’s, spin*tings on blast
it was aim on fleek so we hit from far, rah
who’s that one there, boujee
couple groupies, don’t stop this car
they had me on the wing like sterling
stressed, cats wouldn’t beat that charge

[chorus]
the pressure’s applied on blocks
and they don’t ride back, oh good, i’m fed up
sj gotta keep your head up
i roll with guns and a stolen vectra
i ain’t playing no games like checkers
i do him with techers, they run with terror
and now them man talk ’bout pepper
anything they got, we got better

[verse 2]
shoot, shave
they call man ***
we ride to the 9 and don’t see no one
i don’t know about out ’till late
opps, wait, we do that drill and don’t leave no trace
that’s countless stretchers and *** their man got k’d
bro are you gripping?
let’s drill and try turn man spinach
which opp block are you thinking
jm splashed man down with a kitchen
bro does whippings, no deals
straight 1.5 for the bisheads
it’s real when we’re riding
so much blood, would’ve thought it was crippin’
*** got cheffed, *** got bunned
i dunno how them man feel
i dunno about them man still how they lie on tracks
let’s keep it real
arm extends, blasting skengs
fixing my hand and i’ll show man sk!ll
i don’t want am, i’m tryna go for the k!ll
astahfurallah, what a dirty drilling
k!ll him, back to the ends and bill it
boom it, mad how my [?] ringing
move it, i don’t wanna ride no pigeon
cruising 4×4 and we did it
splash man bait on the mains
if somebody tells, i’m up on that witness
beef’s intense, come bring it
broski’s bait, got countless victims
whip it, f*ck a straight drop man mix it
could tell bad b wants d*ckin’
i just want nod gal pull up your knickers
this ting gets beat no [?]
before there was opps but now they’re all missing
riding transit van, don’t slide in
3 8 spin’s, that’s jigga j’s gripping

- stewie sin squad lyrics

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