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67 - facts lyrics

[chorus: pr sad]
they ain’t slid back since their boss turned pack
i’m just talking facts, i don’t lie in my raps
and a fraudulent man still talking wass
got caught in your cab and your head got slapped (bow, bow)
live corn in this whip, put corn in your hip
you control this stick before you take that shot
shout bro, got a gift, gave him one in the wig
i christened that pr+ck way before he got dropped (r.i.p)
they ain’t slid back since their boss turned pack
i’m just talking facts, i don’t lie in my raps
and a fraudulent man still talking wass
got caught in your cab and your head got slapped (bow, bow)
live corn in this whip, put corn in your hip
you control this stick before you take that shot
shout bro, got a gift, gave him one in the wig
i christened that pr+ck way before he got dropped (r.i.p)
[verse 1: ak]
lock off your block with rеsidue (smoke)
he’s a cheeky yutе ’til he slips
one inch in him there, like “peekaboo” (rahh)
while they’re lying to you we step in the booth and you know you ain’t spitting the truth (bro)
gimme that fame, my index shoots (bow)
how many times did i put on my boots? tryna make a breaking news
fish and drip, lean and rip (brrr)
i’m a yd [?] from the 6
won’t talk on lips, your tee gets ripped (bow)
if i could run more quick, he woulda got dipped, my mum’s assist (snitchy)
r.i.p s, that likkle sh+t (b+tch), he got put to rest in fromt of his b+tch (haha)
haha, who’s talking sh+t?

[verse 2: pr sad]
nasty lungshot left jsav wheezing, freezing
grave yard got two more seasons (seasons, seasons)
eight wounds in his upper region (region, region)
i stabbed him again ’cause i saw him leaking (leaking, leaking)
two in a day, what a lovely feeling (feeling)
one in his heart left 95 leaking
in skengs we trust, and i mean it
using blades make me feel like i’m cheating (make me feel like i’m not)
bunny boys to my cousin, it’s nuttin’
he was cussing the day that i cut up his bredrin (recky, brrr, brrr)
’til ten of them dead, we ain’t resting
reckless gone, and the rest just pending (r.i.p)
two rotties in the ride and i’m next
my a+team drillers got lambeth trending (shook)
santan man shoulda dead, got dug in his head, but the shank ain’f bending
[chorus: pr sad]
they ain’t slid back since their boss turned pack
i’m just talking facts, i don’t lie in my raps
and a fraudulent man still talking wass
got caught in your cab and your head got slapped (bow, bow)
live corn in this whip, put corn in your hip
you control this stick before you take that shot
shout bro, got a gift, gave him one in the wig
i christened that pr+ck way before he got dropped (r.i.p)
they ain’t slid back since their boss turned pack
i’m just talking facts, i don’t lie in my raps
and a fraudulent man still talking wass
got caught in your cab and your head got slapped (bow, bow)
live corn in this whip, put corn in your hip
you control this stick before you take that shot
shout bro, got a gift, gave him one in the wig
i christened that pr+ck way before he got dropped (r.i.p)

[verse 3: ak]
boogie in the a, adding a k
i’m not a regular person (13’k)
drill it bait, any estate, make muppets jump like kermit (bow, bow)
he clocked my face and i clocked his face, so why’s man doing diversion? (skeet, skeet)
no beyblade ting when i’m lurking
curtain for certain i’m in that german (piece)
doing landing calls on a blue
phone ttrap, don’t try break him, he’s tampered (break my brudda)
just patterned a yute, no wok
i’m stressed on the block and i lost my standard (clean, my n+gga)
whip it soft to rock, then chop into dots
put grub in the town like camden (town)
we get busy on the roads and the landing, don’t be silly tryna f+ck with the mandem (crazy)
[verse 4: pr sad]
more time i’m in the lambeth blocks on the lurk with the gang but wano’s my favourite (where they at? where they at?)
sa doing up driver (skrt), me and r6 in the back, two gauges (bow)
pun try park and got slapped at (bow)
the window’s smashed, so we don’t really claim it (eediat)
and i pray for my paigon’s death, when demand got kweffed i was p+ssed that he made it (sl+tty)
his little cuzzy never made it (stompz)
and he just about made it out (stuttz)
greaze left his car unattended, when we fled quick the crime scene was vile (ching)
sway with the shotty in style, might get c+cky, one hand when i “bow” (bap, bap)
the young boys really wanna turn 18, they caught a few m’s and they’re still on trial (shh)

- 67 lyrics

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