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ps hitsquad - no miming - tim & barry lyrics

[verse]
look, if i get cross like hot bun (oh sh*t)
rise it, give him a hot one (bap, bap)
ha, you know what i’m on, tom, cruising around with a top gun
four door, hot one, i’m ridin’ shotgun
i pray to god that i spot one (who’s that? what’s that?)
you ain’t no gmail, wait ’til the doc come
paigon, i don’t care what one (ching that, shot that)
step with my boots like dora (stepper)
i had a sawn*off stuffed in my backpack (pepper)
hs, ku, man slide in a hatchback (hitsquad, baby)
tryna put one of their guys in a backstrap (bap, bap)
i ain’t no linesman, rise up a black flag (ayy, ayy)
if he offside, man slide and attack that (oh sh*t, oh sh*t)
chest shot, rise up a hashtag
they see the gang on a ride, it’s a flashback (oh sh*t, oh sh*t)
i love bang like a nympho (ayy, ayy)
broken heart, let that ting go (bap, bap)
hitsquad lean out the window, bingo (hitsquad, baby)
six pump, i let it hit like ringo (bap, bap)
if not you can get sliced likе kimbo (chop chop)
hitsquad, all of my guys them involved (hitsquad, baby)
or i do it one up, r2, d2, gun up
i lеt it ping though (shoot)
me and k2 drench him, think i got trench foot
step in the trenches (stepper)
camping, i’m where the tent is (oh sh*t)
back out my shank, i’m tryna play fencing (oh sh*t, oh sh*t)
anglo arms, no it ain’t bending
i swing my arms, you know my intentions (hitsquad, baby)
load up the thing like it’s pending (bap, bap)
took three years and they just got a pendant (oh sh*t)
sad one (aww)
hs, ku on a mad one sh*t (hitsquad)
dipset, do it like cam’ron (ayy)
hitmen, hit them, do it at random (ayy)
now i’m in o in her house, it’s abandoned (qway)
or in a hotel room with a bad one (j)
how many points have we scored? it’s a mad one (it’s cray)
all of them opp boys dead, but we had fun (yeah)
german whip with a german stick
doot and tug, who’s that pr*ck in the tinted whip? (oh sh*t)
creep up quick, see who’s in the car (hitsquad, baby)
it was just dem man and dem man (who? oh)
thought i see dem man, but it was calm
i got the thing in my palm (bap)
if i see them man, ring the alarm (bap)
lift up the tray like the end of a visit (ayy)
pivot it, hot, sk!ll it (hot boy)
jump in the passy, i told bro “skid it” (yoom)
letting off gun smoke, index fidgets
ain’t no one on the opp block
who got done at the bus stop? sad one, init? (oh sh*t)
chest shot, i push my shank deep in it (soaking)
mali bros, we don’t roll with cl*t (walah i don’t)
pop smoke when i get moody (mood swings)
do it like harvey weinstein
cah that p*ssy got took for a movie
i was in cooks being crooks with my juvie
who’s that one with a booty? (ooh, ooh)
like, can i get them digits? (yo b)
do it in dingers or legit, index fidgets (bap)
crickets, crickets (you’re moist)
i’m smoking weeding cakes getting cake up (yeah)
i’m with kat, i’m a slater (trap)
rise that tray, it’s like i’m a waiter (bap, bap)
ha, do me a favour (oi, lowe me)
they don’t bang (nah)
i slide ’round to the place they hang (stepper)
air it out like dirty laundry (woosh)
i turned them to the nae nae gang (hitsquad, baby)

- tim barry lyrics

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