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cgm - dead shot lyrics

[verse 1: sav’o]
man can’t ride on 11, it’s mad cos there’s plenty skengs
bad b but she don’t give neck so she bounce on my d+ck instead
dip a man down on the mains and i see man leave his friends
like broski grabbed that dots and let’s go bang on these gems
anything opp, get’s smoked
got a great opp thot giving blows
b+tch drink all of my bros
big rambo when i step on roads
any opp boy try road, get m’d off like a opp pack smoke
run a boy down on volts
if you [?] drop, man i’ll air out his throat
most of these dons, man they ain’t my age and they still ain’t on what i’m on
roll on your block, no manners
all blacked out like a goth
can’t take that chat from no+one
the verbal ting man it’s long
n+ggas love chat likе b+tches
n+ggas love chat like thots

[verse 2: jdf]
just coppеd a new bruckback for 6 bills, yeah man i love it
i got a cooly ting with a nice big back and she like to bruck it
we really put skengs on peds, if you thought that the gang were bluffing
but we get round there and ching man up, we ain’t doing no scuffing
in the trap
man really get gwuap in
she said she feeling the [?] of the sauce and it’s mad cos i ain’t even [?]
opp block settings with my rambs and i definitely tell of a bopping
and if you see me with loose1, just know me and bro be mobbing
racksack on me, that’s the 3+5 rambs or the skeng
if me [?] and hunch pull up, are you really gonna back your friend?
run a boy down on the mains and we watched them boy just scatter, they’re gems
now it’s back to the trap cos the cats keep phoning me for the 10+10 peng
chest shot, you’re p+ssed
you might just die like wizz
3 double 0, gliding on the 12
catch a opp boy, man a get chinged
[verse 3: digga d]
straight drop, whip whip ’til i rock it
re+up back, now the rest is profit
tt, yeah the cats know i’ve got it
2 sh+lls in the dots, 2 more in my pocket
do it in the 9, do it in the 12
man done did it in both
need a line or bag a day in the ends but i already did it in o
kickback from the dots, get’s handled
that’s [?] food, [?] cancelled
watch the cocaine melt like candle
when it’s recess, [?] turn [?}
they lie too much, they should lie less
put taylor swift in my pyrex
0+17 don’t care if you’re 1
rambo rip through your biceps
ring ring, that’s alan that’s belling me
more time he scores like a penalty
6 on 4, no shorts, that’s 70
n+ggas watch my stack, that’s jealousy
in this kitchen, straight chemistry
in the kitchen with the recipe
2 gyal, one grey, one ebony
2 gyal, one grey, one ebony

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