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cgm - no porkies lyrics

[intro: sav’o & ap]
js
free the guys
come on
ap and rack5, live in the jailhouse, you get it
free the conspiracy gang
constantly getting money
cgm
soon home, come on

[verse 1: sav’o]
man can’t sleep on a vio, give me the drop, i’ll have that covered (js)
youtube gangsters, real life f-ggots
they get mopped and brushered (p-ssies)
free all the gang soon land
little setback in the can, it’s nothing (gang)
b-tch stop moving salty, come tick tock for the gang, no stunting (woi-oi)
bruk it, set it (set it)
see an opp anywhere, in man set it (gang)
right now tryna get this bread in, there’s no way that this beef is deading (nope)
lying on gang in music (p-ssies)
this tings doing more than bruising
pull up at yards when everyone’s snoozing
step on your block and lose it
there ain’t no picking or choosing, f-ck with the opps see me you’re p-ssed (fact)
in the back of the whip with tints
jump out gang, get swiped get chinged (ching)
i heard he’s a friend of an opp
get caught by gang then it is what it is (gang)
i ain’t gotta chat too loose
f-ck all the verbal, slip, that’s it

[chorus: sav’o]
i can talk about numerous drillings (drillings)
i ain’t gotta chat too loose (nope)
we’re cut from a different cloth
we do things that them boy won’t do (gang)
and man talk facts on tracks, no porky pies
don’t lie pon tunes (no way)
if you ain’t gang don’t trust me
a friend of an opp he can hold that too (bow!)
i can talk about numerous drillings (drillings)
i ain’t gotta chat too loose (gang)
we’re cut from a different cloth
we do things that them boy won’t do (mmh)
and man talk facts on tracks, no porky pies
don’t lie pon tunes (nope)
if you ain’t gang don’t trust me
a friend of an opp he can hold that too (bow!)

[verse 2: zk, digga d]
stuck in the kitchen, straight to the whipping
pyrex filled to the tip top (whip)
jakes wanna talk bout drillings, i act confused
like which block? (flipped it)
i was riding 23 bang up, couldn’t keep my eyes off the tick tock (ay)
and i don’t know nothing ’bout sandals
i can’t watch this flip flop
i’m looking at my mans song like
what’s going on, i’m so confused (what?)
i’ll run around london nude if you tell me a time that he spilled some juice (some d-ckhead)
i’m watching myself on the news like there’s no way that we’re calling a truce (no way)
my screw ain’t loose, i ain’t got one
i bought me a shotgun, i don’t want loubs
we need more yards for hammers (blammers)
and i don’t wanna f-ck this badders
true say man need to keep her patterned (badders)
and i heard that my mans rapping, madting
how can they let that happen (how?)
and the talking ting, that’s long
so more time i ain’t on chattings (chattin’-chattin’-chattin’-chattin’)
they’re liking the style on the gangdem, madting
free all the guys on the landing
cop it, chop it, sand them
mandem pull up on yutes at random
i was on basic coping
these times i was just thinkin’ ’bout standard
never had a plug for the tizzy, i ripped out the wires
my telly was tampered
i was tryna put six gold t–t’ in this spin
you was tryna put six gold t–t’ in your mout’ (d-ckhead)
a hundred man in your vid, when i slide on your block ain’t no one about (where ‘dem ‘dere?)
shotgun with the shotgun, pop one
they run when i’m leaning out
and i’ve dipped guys with my fl!ck knife
man don’t think twice, they scream and shout
if my mans wearing armani, do his aj and leave no trace (none)
tt flake, and the sand come tan like dave (buj)
likkle man try ask for a raise
true say the hotline bling like drake (brr!)
in the t on my j with a z
do it for the pounds, i love this cake (love it)
i told bro that we’re way too bait, i ain’t tryna end up on udn (no)
one hand when i’m fishing the pyrex
but i need two when i liff up this skeng
i’m into the broad day chingings
machete swing, we’re violent men (crazy)
pellets gon’ fly out the barrel, side by side that’s right and left (normal)
the rambo gon’ rip through your -shh-
push fl!ck knives straight in a man’s -shh-
bro said that i’m tapped in the head
that drill is attempt all i want is -shh-
how many times did i circle around, ain’t see no one then circle again
i told bro un-c-ck that spinner, it weren’t that n-gga
i thought it was them

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