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cb - still sinning lyrics

[intro]
narvaza on the beat
rah, it’s bkay, you know
she ain’t on nothin’, yeah?
she tryna do a ratchet, she can’t ever be me
let me tell you that, for real
she ain’t on job, let me tell you she ain’t on bu+bush!

[verse: cb & c1nna]
yo, been tryna score on these opps, been makin’ progress, them man know this
left that chest wide open, done that drill for fun, didn’t need provoking (gang)
smoke that punk and roll it, rolled up on that punk, domed him (bu+bush)
get rid of them like rodent, chest+shot and rip that top, hulk hogan (where they at?)
swing my blade, yucky, got my man with the spins, heard he ain’t on p+ss
last time i rose that brucky more than one man got hit, lovely
if he ain’t dead i ain’t leavin’, trust me, gang do daily duppies (trust me)
we treat this sh+t like a game, we crash that gauge then [?] like rugby
if he ain’t dead i won’t leave that brudda (no, i won’t), my ting proper
he said he’s got beef with the gang, i gripped my shank, like “let’s go mince this f+cker”
with or without it, man know, smoke man broad day, casual (norms’)
if it weren’t me, it’s blacks, better handles, close one eye and i strangle (bu+bush)
[?] friends that day, still smoked man, them man there, they know man (they know)
try know, fam, seen him on itv, better get with the program (better get it)
no+show, fam, my wife and kids won’t see me do this (they won’t)
they know i’m really shooting, if i put on my boots, n0body’s movin’
put on my boots, i’m in the field, i shoot for real, i’m a cat for riding
felt withdrawal symptoms when i weren’t slidin’, so i went there and bined him (let’s go)
who’s gonna shoot, me or c? hope it’s me, but we ain’t decided
two in the dots, one for me, one for him, that’s compromising
one for me, one for bro, we got smoke, let them know (bu+bush)
stuffed that dotty like turkey, santa claus, i’m givin’ them smoke (you know)
tour they block, ain’t doin’ no shows, talk on my name and them man know (they know)
show me a man that’s badder than me over there, i’ll jump off road
who’s badder then me? n0body (who?), oh, now you ain’t got no bodies (nah)
if it weren’t me, it was gang, sorry, had him on itv like [?] (gaza)
big facts, double tap that wap, go “sk+du+du+baow” like michael dap’
no comin’ back, aim’s on point, i’ll light man’s wig like michael jack’ (baow)
no way, jose, he ain’t comin’ back (no way, no way), been havin’ them runnin’ laps
inhale, exhale, smoke man [?], only the shooters know it’s that (brrr)
broad day, broad day, no foreplay, cardi b ‘cah how i speak on this wap
not them, it’s us, skengs we trust, northside billin’ up packs on packs (bu+bush)
packs on packs, i ain’t talkin’ trappin’, he got splashed with a passion (disgusting)
he ran out of breath, didn’t think i’d catch him, should’ve saw his reaction (hahaha)
devilish thoughts when i step ’round there, tryna end man’s life when i step ’round there
i’ll do it for the guys, yeah, i’ve made that clear, sweets for the opps, can’t say i don’t share
can’t say i don’t share, sent corn and i left cob there
smoke man’s mum, i don’t care, ain’t no rules and the game ain’t fair (no, it ain’t)
smoke man broad day, i was young with my gun in the hallway
been known for swinging it always, beat it bait, no dom, no foreplay (ying that, ying that)
bareback that wap or i fl!ck my shank, i’ll double tap, i’m f+cking tapped
who’s got packs? it’s us, not them, the one’s they got weren’t gang, that’s facts
why so rude? hate these neeks, they lie on beef and rap on tunes (p+ssies)
if we beef, i’m evil, smoke your mum, if not, i’m a different dude
different dude when i’m riding, bro said that i’m on demon timing (demon time)
no speakin’ when i’m riding, eyes open, try, no, i won’t find him
show me how you get down, no migrane shank, when i squeeze this, get down
better hide your friends now, no, it ain’t no prank (you know)
head, shoulders, don’t do knees and toes, grab that wap and go (let’s go), candles ain’t the only thing that i blow (bu+bush)
where they all hiding? knock on that door, wap in hand, let’s see who’s home (where they at?)
beef’s been fryin’, them man dyin’, i ain’t gotta say who’s winnin’, they know (gaza)

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