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freestyle uncensored - workrate lyrics

[chorus]
word to sus and free swavey,they want me dead and the feelings mutual
if me and chingdat grab dat it and chinged dat
then i put it on god that the scene is brutal
can’t buzz on my ting,numerous knifings bro dished that headshot it was fatal
this war got my man hit in the head,had me billin’ up warhead tt flavours

[verse]
ayy,drill dat up(grr)
ayy,ching dat up(ying)
ayy,bill dat up cah’ now we got my man stuck in a mud
they want war with my gang shoot or knife man i know they had f*cking enough
anything red thats nothing but facts,so i know that the police decipherin’ us
anything blue thats nothing but cap,cah’ im always in the hood they ain’t riding on us
we get opps down we get money up but something like dave can’t style on us
emptied evеry wap we had except for thе skorps soon fire it up
i taped the hill few nearly k!lled,i touched paigons for the cause not thrill
we turnt f*cking lane to ghost town
haunting them this beef is real
hunting opps,i shoot or peel
heard there’s askar all on the oppblock,f*ck that sh*t man’s routing still
how the f*ck do you call him drill,he ain’t done no drills and he pops bare pills
k!ll my k!ller,know sb will
the fans wanna hear about violence
f*ck the trident its the truth i spill
we got k!llers,im a main driller
all now we ain’t got lifers still
pull up on opps there,jumping counters
shot the kebab they hide in tills
he went on the run got turnt to bud,it was his death he was hiding still
worksy this,worksy that
more than you i got dirty nanks,celibate man i dont do that
i cannot fall for a thirsty trap
we don’t see droughts the paigons brass,i call that bando a thirsty trap
got down 10 then nearly 20,draw me out i get 30 man
we got guns and they’re always around me,aim for heads if i burst and clap
pull up on t, he left his b*tch i was beating corn tryna burst his back
i got all of my broski’s backs,violate bro im’a get you back
remember that day,i kept on shooting
i nearly shot my bro in his back
[chorus]
word to sus and free swavey,they want me dead and the feelings mutual
if me and chingdat grab dat it and chinged dat
then i put it on god that the scene is brutal
can’t buzz on my ting,numerous knifings bro dished that headshot it was fatal
this war got my man hit in the head,had me billin’ up warhead tt flavours

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