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(28's) nlmb - genuine lyrics

[intro: sykes, lil sykes]
free ’em up, free ’em up
28s
free ’em up, free ’em up
28s
oh live it tho, live it tho, live it
28s huh done
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proffit
get him, get him
bust your gun when you see me
n-ggas run when they see me serve
my guys ya know

[hook: sykes]
genuine, genuine (gang, gang)
my guys are genuine, genuine
my gang on anything, anything
might let that metal ring, metal ring
man just go pepperin’, pepperin’
gang stay fresh, peppermint (gang), peppermint (gang)
them boys ain’t anything, anything
they’re not on anything, anything

[verse 1: lil sykes]
i know dots
they all know me
best my age and the youngest in charge
them man want rap
rap bare violence
i ain’t no yute, back then you got parred
table yeah with fees
my n-ggas from the east
motors, bike ties, reggie and scars
spartan what where? kuku who?
you man must of been spartan on mars
us mad 28s
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see if our [?] and my brothers ain’t far
yb, kz, ydot, sy
the rest who lurk from the brothers from the bars
take it from the street
you just rappin’ on the beat
you man tryin’ to get a place on the chart
whip out, yeah it’s peak
hangin’ out the backseat
see bare dem man dere runnin’ through the park
runnin’ so fast
they left their own friend
drench a boy out then we step (gang)
link steve and rob
for the b and the bob
call for about 23 pebs
splash corn for a b-tch-boy and f-ckin’ with the opps
22 shots at your weave-length
f-ck 2 gyal in the room, its mad
she can’t even get a little sheet spread
them little honeys
are addicted to the money
’cause they know them little dummies wanna get laid
i need to make bands
not took a couple gram
for my mum and my nans, why i get paid
when i’m sittin’ in the trap with the cats
no time for a nap
same time i get up next day
and i got that stuff that’ll put a cattle sleep
like a certain what the vet made (gang, gang)

[verse 2: kuntz]
never been a good troop
see man change, but i guess that’s what the hood do (p-ssy)
love for my bros that cook food
only want good food
10 what i push through (trap, trap, trap)
and i always kept it real from the go
you can hear the rawness from my bars and flow
n-ggas talk ’bout sh-t that they don’t really know
dig through dirt like a garden gnome
out tryin’ to get gutno
tryin’ to get no gots
still man stop, i’m over ten toes
if we do doers, our toto comin’
early i was out doing road
out on a mission
now the way i’m livin’
catch me with the kittens
and i’m gettin’ things sold
how they go is “beh, beh” when it’s rainin’ and it’s cold?
only think greats what i make of a phone
it’s always been the code
money over women
bounce on the boxes like the mario bros
b-tches too nosy like mario’s nose
never cuff-let a little marry who hoes
i tell ’em how it is
metaphorically it does, but my att-tude stinks
only relate to the real cart deal
with you cowards and wimps
we in the jungle
won’t survive getting taken for a chimp
it’s cold outside, i ain’t talking ’bout the wind
go watch my back like i’m staying at kims
3′ the guys in the ring

[pre-hook]
free ’em up, free ’em up
28s
free ’em up, free ’em up
28s

[verse 3: sykes]
big s-wizz
they know me
i’m on p-ss like a toilet seat
hearing some gyal
wanna sneak diss
them gyal gotta skeet, dash, then beat
opps on me
i’m a zombie
i’ll put you on a shirt like abercrombie
most of these pr-cks deep down wanna be me
ask your girl she’s told you i’m cheeky
buss your gun when you see me
smoke all opps, they run when they see me
push that b-tton like diddy
make mans’ hands up like some free-piece
dotty girl sting you 3 times like 3 bees
they already know i’m a hot n-gga
but my heart’s up on [?]
i love my big booty b-tches
i ain’t f-cking no [?] or [?]
n-ggas talk about mashing all this sh-t
and they ain’t got sh-t on their cv
had one wish, i wish these f-ggots
stop screaming out my name please
she sucked that d-ck so good, that wood
i call that sh-t that brain freeze
d-ck game sick, got b-tches moving crazy and scatty like rabies (serious)
it’s crazy, every lady in south london stream
they want my baby (all of them)
and you could never walk a day in my shoes
trust me this sh-t ain’t no daily (no, no)
i lost a couple screws
and people don’t have a clue
they saying that it ain’t me
my block got them black n-ggas up in paris
and this sh-ts’ not jay-z

- 28s nlmb lyrics

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