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7th - dun talkin g-mix lyrics

(snizzy)

you better run for cover your a new born baby
go suck your mudda you ain’t gun walking
your a p-ssy on your block got the spinner in my hand
if i pull it then your f-cked zim zimma
whose got the sweets for the spinner
p-ssy boy talking like he’s squezzing the trigger
me dun talk headshot for a n-gga
points getting scored cb that’s my driller
why you talking about guns that you ain’t got
my n-ggas pull up and spray shots
get round that’s your whole blocked taped off
i know you n-ggas heard about that shhh
can’t diss sniz you must want to lose your life
we ain’t taking now chance so we shooting on sight
when corn starts flying everybody step aside
in the dance i got booters to my left and to my right

(prezzy)

stop your jam talking none of you n-ggas are gun barking
guns out that a blood bath ting
he don’t raps he bludclarts sing (ehh sana sana)
he’s a singing like he’s on darggs
cause them singing on their own darggs, all this gun talkin
you ain’t gun clapping, you a singing you ain’t gun active
you made a name from gun rapping
over here that’s gun chatting over here we gun slapping

when i pull up that’s a flash and a bang
mans talking how he banged it on man
tell man how i banged that man
he banged i banged he ran

(niro)

bullies of the borough summer 16 every ting gon sh-ll up
huh and i ain’t down with no talking
my dragg prezzy gonna slap it until it’s broken
bare money no problems jump out have man hoping gardens
touch wiz touch sniz we’ll be waring
bare corn skrt skrt then we corn him
na na na na n-ggas get slapped around the corners
what the f-ck i’m a boss not a worker
12 bills when i step when i roll up
i got a thing for these bad b’s
f-cked her and her friends i’m f-ckries
trust me i said trust me
5 bills on his head for a monkey

(r1)

them boy talking like they love waring
broad day bootings and we are not touring
their getting shot and they are still talking
how they dun talkin hot line
keep the sticks on the block warming
trapping ain’t dead kitties still calling
should of rid for his friend he got let crawling
i send orders and i take calls in
zim zimma in a bimmer that was me and my jiggas
keep my trust in the spinner
shotty wanna ride with the drillers
get eye with the trappers
welcome to my block that’s a madness (gaza)
step in looking like a fraud star
like big battys and just fast car
little n-gga your the snitch of the year
how you put you gun fingers in the air (gaza)

- 7th lyrics

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