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bawal clan - ph lyrics

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(verse 1 mnl$)
i don’t want hoes in my comfort zone
i don’t want hoes blowing up my phone
don’t get me wrong
i don’t give a f-ck, i’ve always been alone
my d-ck is long
we f-cking, so i c-m on you
tomorrow i will write this song
this sh-t is born
you think i’m only r&b
well, listen carefully
now keep your eyes on me
like a million dollar centerpiece
so many b-tches
spitting so vicious
l!cking with interest
p-ssy delicious

(verse 2 rjay ty & lex luthoor)
rjay:
get on your knees today i’mma teach you how to pray
we gon bring your -ss to church tell the people celebrate
tell the homies grab a drink tell the gang hit the dank
we just doing what we want don’t give a f-ck bout what you think
lex: what you think? who got dank?
got them beats make tha club go bang
f-ck tha fame, stay in your lane
go go gadget, bruce wayne
hop on the train or get pushed down the tracks
put squad on strain and we spend like 3 racks
trading the slacks for the hats and the tats
giving your heart an attack and that’s facts

(verse 3 ankhten brown)
big facts! big bank rolls!
talkin big stacks
big booty b-tch on my d-ck
tol’ her get back
big gats big bang boom
hit em b-tch made
big thangs big clipped glizzy’s
atcho b-tch face
bang bang! n-gga bang bang!
clear da d-mn thang
hit a stain, finna hit a l!ck
i.need a new chain
clear da bank, empty out dat b-tch
i need that louis bag
momma need dat wraith, i need dat tesla
need about 500 bands
f-ckin a b-tch and friend, finger roll in
then i ride out wit da gang
hit up dat gucci n flex, rackin up checks
gota ride out widem bands
dont f-ckin sleep on da set, know we up next
all’yo b-tchs so impressed
never puffin on da stress, designer fresh
shawty hit me for da tec

(verse 4 rjay ty & lex luthoor)
rjay:
wet! wet! wet! got that water quench your thirst
bang that neck! neck! neck! don’t you stop until it hurts
we gon break it, we gon chop it, we gon grind it til it works
glory be to the gang pray for the posse spread the word

lex: yea you heard, we are the prophets professing that sound
k!lling the vibe we releasing the hounds
exposing the clowns while we making our rounds
take you to town ima breaking it down
give you that feeling it’s making you frown
who be tha king? we be taking his crown
planning a l!ck on the lowdown
if you dont know, bet you know now

(hook)

(verse 5 dz svg)
cop it
grind it
roll it
spark it
not my fault
can’t stop the habit
k!ll it
feel this
keep it
trill g
this be
next up
master savage

f-ck it up
f-ck it up
we be up
run a muck
bout to cut up
i do it with a p-ssion
your efforts aren’t enough
punk -ss b-tch
b-tch -ss punk
my sk!lls are ever lastin
loyalty never questioned
system full of crystals
whip you with my s-x pistol
wrap around your neck
apply more pressure
-ss-ssinating culture vultures
equipped with three eye vision
loser, your image an illusion
you confused kid
i’m the rudest
conclusion you end up with a contusion
true to the game, my team hold it down
get realest love from the underground
you fake as sh-t when you come around
so tasteless, careless, f-ck your sound

(outro)
four cheese on my plate
more cheese, more sk-nks
pouring syrup in my drink
more trees more dank
got my f-ckin feet stank
steady runnin to the bank
seeing visions 20/20
got me staring point blank



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