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trash - zone 2 lyrics

[verse 1: trizzac]
yeah we mad, yeah we crazy
big 44s with no safety
been moving skets real lately
he has moves like he’s got rabies
yeah we mad,yeah we crazy
do a ping to my wrist he’s gone lazy
if it’s not bagel then it’s tasty
you already got dipped by katie
yeah we crazy and we mad
i want guns from baghdad
we’re gonna drop ams i’m glad
if it ain’t us then who’s bad
it gets bl–dy like a girl’s pad
how many dippers had man had
how many cases had gone jake’s add
get him and his conrads
tell the kwengface “get the mop” but he already dropped that juice
bang at his head, hole three blood, touches the wall and the roof
i never took lies to the track, tell me when have i lied in the booth
your toss scored the game, but i don’t rate cuz that n-gg- never tell the truth
i don’t give a toss, ching him up, let him see my pom poms
bare back it no condoms
get his chest nar the long johns
pecknarm where i come from
i want all i don’t want some
push shanks through cotton’s
f-ck rans i’ll serve you bon-bons

[verse 2: skully]
see me on the block just chilling
done a couple backflips then fleeked up my tings that’s loads of women
on the backroad doin up lurks see opps and you that’s loads of chinging
bad b-tch wants this piece it yard then you know that’s loads of inches
put it in her stomach then skeet(skrrt!)
they know that were known for the dip-dip-ching-ching so we can’t perform on the streets
tell bro gone do that boom-boom-corgh-corgh then we go wipe down the heat
she’s telling me different,no face no case different name so she can’t chat this instant,like
see this wrist rotating (whip whip) see the rocks this breaking
see the boom-bow with the boom-bow on the corner have your soul taken (bap bap!)
cuz i got the packs (i got the packs)
cuz i got the b, cuz i’m in the bando call it disando writies on me
pull up and swerve it (skrrt!) bullets disbursing (bow)
i’m a real banger, you’re just a internet virgin
like i’m a real slanger, i hit the trap and burst it
i don’t f-ck with no cracker, i just pull it and burn it

[verse 3: narsty]
(narsty!)
ching chang chong (ching)
with the conscience on my shoulder in dispute, tryna see what’s what
see satan’s telling me yes, and the angels telling me stop
see i though i was locked in a dream, and i woke up with my hands on a dotz
like how you later get like that, like 2-2 ship when i step out
like how you tryna step like that, like 2 shots from the boom-bow
boom-boom-bow hit his head right back (bap!)
like man i get you set like that (bap!)
like you know that the sets like that (bap!)
that’s neck, eyes, check, head, chest, chest and back
got the light and the dark, no racist
i got two tings up on my couch, both of them light, both of them naked
like gyally on me like my rammy on me, see my ex-ting hates it
bro came with the woosh smelt like kush
bro, i hope you don’t miss
bro said there’s opps about so lets slide round on a brap brap ting
i want packs on packs and cling, tens and twenties, three for pinks
i got packs on pack and clings, 3 foot twenty, 3 for pink

[verse 4: ps]
(p)
like, deport man like theresa may
man get cheffed quick, i ain’t on wrestling, this ain’t no tna
pull up, h-llo, man turn jello, shook when they see my face
hop out to see them race
pull up, hop out your g get shaved, if not that then your g get blazed (bow)
got bread and burners no toaster
shoot and score i did mollar
trap fit, i want dough like i’m homer
smoke that dough cah i ain’t sober
stoner, bang my tunes on that sofa
do road s, they want fodder
hold up think you’re cold but i’m colder
older, give no f-cks you get soaked up (get drenched)
n-gg-s know i’m a soldier skididu dududu
i do up road in that motor
bro bro got dark and light in hard yeah
bro got rock like a boulder
got green and locks we got yoda
brown and biggest b-m we got closer
biggest back i’m like yola
gyally on me what’s next
chick on me like my kitch on me
like gyally on me want s-x (friggy)
she see the ps we mash, she ask but gyally won’t see on pence
hop out the scenes all ments
it’s brexit get out theresa’s ends or hop out your g get drenched (oh sh-t!)

- zone 2 lyrics

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