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67 - 6 lords lyrics

[intro]
srb seperation confirmed
coming up on staging the burn out of these twin solid rocket boosters at two minutes five seconds

[chorus: ld & mental k]
please don’t talk about rides
had the .357 and the a, and i had the mac-10 in the drive
coming like upton park, hammers, the way we’re making them rise
it’s a eye for an eye, violate bro and you gon’ see i
violate who? none of them boy there know about rides
had a full clip in the m in the a, and i had a r6 on the drive
like a mouse when they spot them a human, shook, all they do is run and hide
and they say that they got down l? lies, lies, bunch of lies

[verse 1: ld & mental k]
tuna in a sock in jail, how many heads got buss wide open?
and i just got a snap from a golden one, plain with her legs wide open
meanwhile, i’m chillin’ on road with an opp boys sister’s leg wide open
she don’t even know that i soon put bro in a spliff, roll up and smoke him
and i don’t need no riz’, chip, h-lla live corn in clips
dip my man in his bladder, sh-t, you know that i’m taking the p-ss
i swear that you’re out on 3 years license, you’re taking a risk
still popping off like harlem spartans, i did it again like bis
had me a mac or miz, way before i knew about mizormac
either if it’s k or k in the trap, you know that re-up mental’s cash
you know they can’t question gang, do it like scribz, shoot a man live on cam
big facts, hit him from bare angles like kaylum’s with man
step with a ma and a mask on my face, you would’ve thought i was ld
i’m a driller like scribz, all i see is smoke man, my life ain’t healthy
ask them boys from there how the big one ringing and ringing and ringing, like they text me “bell me”
how many times did i leave my phone at home, tryna catch a mugshot like a selfie
amiri jeans and the hoody’s moschino
with a bad one, all she knows is prada, fendi, weed and deep throat
pretty little thing but she don’t wear prettylittlething
but she’ll jeet for the pretty little things, finger f-ck with a diamond ring
gyally on me but i’d rather a wap on me
mask, i trap with me, bare fans on me, stay back from me
ayy, man i might get done with parka, with all this cash on me
rhinos in a .45, that’s a chaos and i got a sack in me
drill ’em up, drill ’em up
and they won’t come back, they ain’t real enough
drill it up, drill it up
shot one pack then i bill it up
my man got hit with two, now we ain’t showing no more packs or picking up
the brick came in a mixed tape, madness, let me tell you ’bout mad about bars
when digga was the only guy his age in west london with a sniper
we had two mac-10s, two .32s, one p9 and a sniper
man lean with it, left, right, gun lean vid with a fryier
chris and snoop from the wire, 6, more world on striker

[chorus: ld & mental k]
please don’t talk about rides
had the .357 in the a, and i had the mac-10 in the drive
coming like upton park, hammers, the way we’re making them rise
it’s a eye for an eye, violate bro and you gon’ see i
violate who? none of them boy there know about rides
had a full clip in the m in the a, and i had a r6 on the drive
like a mouse when they spot them a human, shook, all they do is run and hide
and they say that they got down l? lies, lies, bunch of lies

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