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box12 - next up? lyrics

[intro]
madara

[chorus]
i’m sick of these stupid guys tellin’ their stupid lies
we really slide on them with 30s on blades on thighs, jump out and abandon rides
i’m sick of these stupid guys tellin’ their stupid lies
we really slide on them, 30s on blades on thighs, jump out and abandon rides
[verse]
we jump out, abandon whips, chat sh+t in your business suit and get fix
and money hafta still get made, there’s dark on light like a lunar eclipse
ride+out on my future sh+t, man know 12a’s have been used to this
and the ds on my neck so much, can’t breathe and that’s what the nuisancе is
we violent guys, doing violent guys, likе blud, did you catch my drift?
we lurk and slide then spot and attack, then skurd and skurd and skid
nuff’ chat from the paigons dem til’ they all just heard what hammerton did
2 hands dun’ gripped on the spin and man’s lurkin’ for loose1’s vid
n+ggas tryna link with the opps, make vids with the opps, that’s cool, i ain’t causin’ a fuss
when i pull up and crash that corn, i pray everybody there gets touched
i been lookin’ for n+ggas since winfield, and aw nah, i ain’t got luck
man l!cked lloyd1 off his ped, why you think that his leg was bruck?
we violent guys, really violent things, like please, don’t confuse this ting
touch more than 10, i don’t just rap, do more than abusive thing
we’ve been dun’ skiddin’, burnin’ rub and i know man bruckin’ up rims
still walk with it, r got 2, you know he’s twinnin’ with chings

[intro]
madara

[verse]
had a whole pack in my gates, i bruck that down then i hit the estates
i don’t know for that car, that’s dodgy, i gotta be on+point for these license plates
they know how the antis do, it’s no link+ups but we sure got mates
lil’ bro wanna take this 9r, you’re inclined, can you push this weight?
bro, can you make this move? you’ll get one for cheap or cheaper for two
i back up mines and then laugh and smile and push that all the way through
got tingles sent to my spine ‘cah that one there caught man like woo
we drive past, do jump+out gang, let’s get it, you know there’s no time for yutes
gotta get ’em this instant, talk double tap but you slap from a distance
do not lie to the viewers when you rap, please keep it all non+fiction
if we don’t get ’em today then we get back ’round ‘cah we’re so persistent
i’m up top in the field, nba with [?] just for assistance
juice, juice, juice, me n’ bro tryna spill, like, all of it
ride [?], covered my dips, it’s so attractive like an ornament
you got forced to shoot that yute, lol, that’s so unfortunate
now you talk like you shot numerous guys, on my mum’s life, stop forcin’ it
pull up, crash, 12a did that three times in a day
still tryna pull up, tryna find where they stay, like, who’s on who? who’s really oj?
are you feeling ok? you must not be, man pull up, hop out, splash
like, you know you ain’t forgotten your mate, man drown like ronnie and roxy

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