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410 - destiny child lyrics

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[verse 1: bt]
racks on verve if i grab this mash you’ll sing like destiny’s child
who’s that friend of an opp, don’t let him come near i’ll get a man down
whoosh just clean it, got it from d, man grease it doubly down
food in the seal and repeat it, gettin’ some ps in, run to the pound
racks on verve if i grab this mash you’ll sing like destiny’s child
who’s that friend of an opp, don’t let him come near i’ll get a man down
whoosh just clean it, got it from d, man grease it doubly down
food in the seal and repeat it, gettin’ some ps in, run to the pound

[verse 2: rendo]
our skengman demons, shoot man’s ceiling, get man down
oh sh+t man’s seen him, bro don’t leave him, swing that round
when you’re lyin’ all dead, it could’ve been me in your local pub
crash gang’s on violence, spill man’s juice and get man down

[verse 3: bt]
tell them the life that we live you clown
really had my knees on the pitch, my [?] he’s tired of the way it [?]
one day i’ll chat to their boss, next day i’ll bun you all down to the town
why dem chill with the fox, juggle up this chocolate darlings
in the trap i’m with laura croft
keep in real we are what we about
tear the f+ck off my zara top, had to f+ck up and ruin that down
new wap got lost in farm but the jakes got p+ssed since i didn’t switch it out
bro got in a car chase with the jakes and the judge ain’t dealin’ him out

[verse 4: rendo]
told bro bro this is what the violence does
we had a hand ting on the ride with us
crash gang hop out the ride then duss
we don’t trust him in the night we trust
feds swooped in and divided us
[?] gunshot aim it high enough
had a [?] on the bike with us
cah the verbal ting ain’t alright with us

[verse 5: bt]
i’ll believe, swagger
i’ll believe
this rapper got me a large ting from secret santa
double d, this whoosh had to grease it dandruff
pull up and push and push out your face on camera
i know why they wan’ see me handcuffed
i’ll free my friend, why you wanna see me bankrupt
why does the opps dem lie that they don’t get shaved and stabbed up?
layin’ in the ground like sh+t don’t matter

[verse 6: rendo]
look man’s not jokin’ crash gang’s really in the field like jorgen
let’s get their hopin’ suttin’ got dead if i rise and smoke him
on the pitch i’m scorin’ hit it from far cah it left me open
run a man down, get whacked if the mandem catch him
how it’s mad that the opps dem talk about works dem mashin’
free od whoosh then clean it, ride on the opps with patrick
when opps see gang they run cah they know man crashin’



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