163margs - talk of the town lyrics
[verse: 163 margs]
on the net they move all brave
but live in the flesh, they’re doing up skeeting
if you see me limping, don’t think that i’m injured
i just got the rammy on waist
got it tucked in my waist, get bored in your face
like 4′ in your face, for talking on my name
don’t think you can talk on my name
spot me an opp, then i’m scoring again
straight boring, straight boring again
verbal dont stop, they’re talking again
leng one, bad one, keep calling again
saying she wanna be more than a friend
baby, darling, no need to pretend (no need)
you know that we’re seeking for them
when i jump in the ped, tryna leave him all drenched
wet, wet, leave him wet like a sket
if i spot me an opp, corvett, corvette
lean out the ride, short it, short it
gun in my palm, use it, use it
or back out my blade, juice him, juice him
wet him up, chef him up
man got juice on his blade like 7up
gon’t get caught on the lack, it’s a tecky one
shank come very long, cats wanna chef him up
chef him up, chef him up, chef him up
i’m a savage, and you’re not
i’m on badness, and you’re not
it sounds like it dont make sense
tryna get man down by boring him up
it sounds like it dont make sense
tryna send man up by getting him down
you already know my ting
i’m the ‘talk of the town’
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