67 - hookahs lyrics
[verse 1: monkey]
pour henney for my dead bros
bust j for my n-gg-s in the bin
f-ck around, you can get blown
you say your ting’s loud, i can’t even hear a thing
n-gg-s hate cos we run this
my n-gg-s’ in jail, cos he’s on things
big skengs more time when i’m huntin’
you know i did a dash, when i dumped him
free trap, that’s big bro, free k trap too
spin, & spin, spin like a yo-yo, make n-gg-s diddy-bop wearing ten boots
my n-gg-s had you in trap, now your talking cr-p, where the f-ck are you at
ring ring, trap, trap, i phone up my bro, he got ami in packs
live hitters in the cut, you don’t wanna see man dressed in all black
dotty or mash, make that crash, man a man dash
i heard they’re snitches on the other side, they got to go like a rash
but f-ck that though, man a make dough, man a make cash
[hook: dimzy]
i said don’t get caught with a smoke
don’t get caught, don’t slip
n-gg-s dem love gun play, they love putting corn in them clips
skeng in a ding dong ped, skeng in the four door whip
see us on the street, then run, now they wanna act on vids
i can move grub on the endz, i can move grub in twiz
i can move amm in draws, i can move amm in bits
i break down cocaine rocks and i put up note things in cling
opp n-gg-s adding on a k, feds are gonna tape your strip
[verse 2: ld]
i just strip me a bird, now it’s time flip me a bird
more times it was done by the 6, when you heard that a n-gg- got burst
n-gg- wanna take my life, guarantee i’m a take his first
skrt skrt in a three litre volvo, rolling round with the mac on burst
there’s six in the spinner i’m pressing
and 25 shots in the mac
my n-gg- got guilty, he’s stressing, make me wan blow off a back
feds judged verdict off wiggie, then deds judged verdict off trap
free k trap, got my n-gg-s dem locked in the can
when man a man jump out the ride, them man a man there dash
live corn in my gun, suttin got bun
suttin got slapped
suttin got k’d
let’s talk facts
runnin’ at trap, i just want cash
[hook: dimzy]
i said don’t get caught with a smoke
don’t get caught, don’t slip
n-gg-s dem love gun play, they love putting corn in them clips
skeng in a ding dong ped, skeng in the four door whip
see us on the street, then run, now they wanna act on vids
i can move grub on the endz, i can move grub in twiz
i can move amm in draws, i can move amm in bits
i break down cocaine rocks and i put up note things in cling
opp n-gg-s adding on a k, feds are gonna tape your strip
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