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av9 - happy days lyrics

(intro)
traphousemob
hl8
brigade
gotcha
traphousemob
what’s up, what’s up

(rose)
bando settings, different manoeuvres
they ain’t whippin no white they’re losers boogie in the pot they ain’t cocaine groovers
you can get got by my 32 soldiers in the rave likkle party p++pers jay jay got paint in the bowl ,whip that , let it lock and it’s looking all super now i’m calling him cola j
jay jay got paint in the rex and rexy just got a new zk johnny, he finna put that to the test
ma little bro bro yawning early morning yo, he don’t know nun bout rest
creep up, bro said he wanna creep up but i screamed, so wе running him down instead (yup yup , whatsup whatsup !!)
happy days when we got down tobz
happy days whеn we got down adz
happy days when we got down prof
do i even need to say when we got y.adz
fist him up like anthony j, get a black eye peas like fergie
this gyal dirty figure 8 bod looking like my zk she curvy

(chuks)
i ain’t into the fist fighting, if you wanna beef me bring rambos got handles……. kyrie i’m like steph when i shoot at random
i done stepped on your block with sandals, called big p and the wap got handled
i don’t wanna hear your on the 9ers boy don’t play with your life don’t gamble
don’t play with your life mans on if i back this ting no you can’t run from it
free jug he was p+ssed on trial now he locked in jail cah he too psychotic
i’m up late tryna shot narcotics, now i’m counting up bands, profit bros out of his mind he’s lost it, he wanna find him an opp and chop him
so don’t slip cause the streets ain’t nice, i’m up in the traphouse day and night
i don’t know dbo fundz but i know he got chased with a rambo knife
we don’t care if the lockdown over cah the 9ers don’t socialise yeah we then local guys, the opps love talk some vocal guys
(swift)
can’t believe that i beef these guys, they got ain’t got heart, fabrice muamba
make that glock just beat like gotcha, free my n+gga jug he’s in the can no fosters
y.adz got got, prof got got big tobz got got times 3
nikz suffers from anxiety, he’s posting nudes making young kids scream
yama yuhhh, yuhhh ayy
in the kitchen tryna whip not naenae
up in the station my n+ggas don’t say names
doggy that b+tch let her film like ray j
load up the square , let me have another payday
screaming out romans like it was treyway (yuhhh yuhhh yama yuhhh)
only show love to my girl that’s baebae (course i do)
baee baee yuhhh rip up your head no beyblade
light up this zoot smoke another for pain i get the bag like gucci mane
knees deep in the game no ea 5 star chase no gta
could’ve graduated got a ba
now i’m outere like kunta kinte (ayy ayy)
buss down shorty skrring out by 40
dish packs with rick no morty yuhhhh yuhhh yuhhh
score points just like i’m kobe
you must’ve thought he’s holy
wet wet baptise his stoney

(rose)
adz got chased with a bora
dbo fundz got chased with a bora
they didn’t get bored but they should’ve been bored but joe got bored with the bora
and me and zeze exploring like dora tryna find p+ssio flora
the barbies still show a man love when they see us on the island like maura
(chuks)
bro lost 9 bags and his yard got spun so the feds got the block all hot
i seen nikz onsight so i hopped out the car grabbed man and his sh+t got robbed
i don’t wanna hear they’re on top
and i don’t want to hear gang fell off
4 man on the 92 block seen adz hype up and he ran thru shops

(swift)
bazza b got got couldn’t hack
y.adz got got couldn’t hack it
why’s nikz just always on chattings
when offica bunny hops like rabbits
age 15 what you know bout lurking wet mans head , call it tsunami free jugjug that’s a well known rider nuff man chopped like salami

(outro)
hl8
brigade
gotcha

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