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67 - skeng man lyrics

[hook: dimzy]
skeng in a four door truck and we’re tryna crash it at dem man
ever since dem man all i hear is ‘dem man, dem man, dem man’
i got weed man, i get bread man
and i’ll skeng man, don’t tempt man
63 grams in the pack, finesse that then i get a next pack
63 grams in the pack, finesse that then i get a next pack

[verse 1: liquez]
the 357 yeah i grip it
a 125’s what i’m wizzing
i couldn’t give a f-ck about prison
went jail for some guns now i’m out i’m still wid it
you see i never listen
cos i’m above the law that time got ridden
and if i see an opp full stop he’s finished
pull up on worsopp drive i’m with some hitters
no saving, no life support
that’s an instant ‘m’ if i bang the 4’s
kicks like a horse
scream 67k i’ll leave six in yours
this mash works but i don’t know about yours
but then again these n-ggas fake so they might be bores
now look what these n-ggas have caused
got me out’ere on a rage and i’m not gonna talk
i’ve got mad thought, yeah mad thoughts
f-ck feds, f-ck court
my n-ggas on a case i hope he do walk and if a n-gga snitching imma drill him at his front door
and i won’t show no remorse
imma load it up and then squeeze more
i’m mad liquez from 67
and these one fiddy (150) they don’t want war

[verse 2: dimzy]
loud bangs no whistle, live corn in the corn burn tissue
knife works been official, dip a n-gga up get him soaked like a bizzle
red card send him off right now like i just blew the whistle
big dum dum’s in the gage and it come like pickles
i just got amm from the amm man, and the white kicks like van dam
cuttin’ through the city in cabs, i’ve paid so much fares to the cab man
thots wanna bug me on snapchat, skeng vibe got the dotty in the rucksack
‘m’ got the 10 see the bulge in the man bag, twenty five bells plus more you can have that
22 in what dududu?(shut it!),your ting only holds two
smoking on pistol & sq and i’ve got enough for the goons
look around look around, there’s bare real g’s in the room
there’s bands in the room
and skengs in the room

[verse 3: sj]
roll on your block with the mac turnt up
five in the 38 spin, two bells in that gage
live corn in my gun so sutten gon’ dead up today
shooters on the mains broad day if a n-gga try add that k
my n-gga red rums in the bando all night whipping that grub
got n-ggas that i roll with daily some n-ggas call them plugs
free up my good friend skeng opps know he loves his guns
6 shots from the six shot if a n-gga try run them gums
67 back up to 65 my guys put in work
these n-ggas be clean hearted guys, don’t know nutten bout dirt
if a n-gga don’t stay in his lane that n-gga gon’ get burst
bonez try bun mans skin true say i threw corn first
674 – 63 me and bronem stay squeezing
better hope your mash don’t jam, bare ping ping like a bb
if a man see me, move mad greezy don’t go home and tweet me
ain’t got no cv’s them boys neeky 8 gon’ spin like a cd

[verse 4: asap]
six shots in that spin spin and it’s live
put the skeng in my coat pocket then ride
free m-skeng i can’t wait till he’s outside
still on my knife work chef him up with that rambo
free jango, feds got manaman doing time in the can tho
them man soon gon’ dead up, name them man as a pack tho
my n-gga ma ain’t ever gonna stop crashing corn on the back road
i fly ot and i get that crack sold
i got a mad case but i’m still pushing bujj
skeng in a 4 door truck leave mans forehead buss
opp n-ggers act on the net they ain’t tryna ride on us
opp n-ggers act on the net they ain’t tryna ride on us

[verse 5: ld]
i see a boy run with his mash, i see a boy run with his jooka
looking for your girl these times she was outside playing top hooker
don’t talk about mashes, we’ve lost about ten i know about cookers
pulled up on the drive,yg with the mash that’s giant and pulla
my little n-gga spent 2 racks on his grills when he could of spent that on a gun
rolling wid ‘m’and this mack and i swear that sh-t sound like a drum
my mans a pr-ck ur brother a snitch and i put that sh-t on my mum
move more than a box a day i’ve got a good line don’t talk about funds
last time i saw you i had the mac i should of blew your heart out your back
my cousin trap got bagged for a shooting and all now he ain’t been back
they’re like 67 ain’t on sh-t i’m like yeah yeah i hear all of that
till i pull up wid sj and they jump out the volvo and they let that sh-t crash
run a boy down like i’m sq, hit him in his back and his chest too, smoking on pistol and sq and i’ve got enough for the crew
run a boy down like i’m sq, hit him in his back and his chest too, smoking on pistol and sq and i’ve got enough for the crew

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