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chinx (os) - one style lyrics

[intro: pepper]
jj, what you telling me fam?
haha
man like ron, you know
one side, serious
n+ggas talking ’bout broadday like we don’t let corn off, we broad day, brrt, baow
mm, okay

[verse 1: pepper]
if i’m not sharing packs, i’m riding
if i’m not sharing packs, i’m lurking
stepped out of jail, had the phone line twerking
scales and grub we working
call me, i got it, i’ll meet you in person
was tryna get rich, got recalled
window trecall all ‘cah my knife weren’t lethal
test me, i’m digging it all in
praying that the camera ain’t caught me
try me, i’m coming back shortly
tell me ’bout ride out stories when i left the crime scene gory
l went and caught him a k
from young, i had sauce in my blade
anything a gets put in the grave
one side with the demon stay
and we still get paid
[verse 2: chinx (os)]
new plates in the dinger
stepped, two blades and a spinner
shave it, splash it, made him a swimmer
now we gotta wash them stains on the dipper
i heard my man claim he’s a driller
i never seen a man get bine and bit up
zak got peppered, i bet that he’s bitter
now he can’t look at his face in the mirror
they say that the bigger, the better
but i’d much rather the wap that fits in the bag like the ting that i had when i did it with pepper
six in a nina, bro got the wetter
try call my bluff, he thought he was clever
i don’t think he was ready
hop out the ride and hold it steady
then you know the rest already, no leggies
riding heavy
two litre ding+dong, pricy petty
it might get messy if i get mask and gloves and stuff that bine in semis
he begged for his life, got sent to the sky
and that’s thanks to the guys
got put down ‘cah his chest too high
armed response weren’t meant to survive
i swear that clown should’ve died
go on and try, who’s next in the line?
i warn anybody involved
man walk with a dotty, composed
let that blow, had the boy on his toes
i stopped to the script until it got flipped
stuff that clip until it can’t fit
run don’t trip when i’m dumping the stick
and pray that suttin got hit
you know we still come in equipped
[verse 3: fiz]
i bet ashkidd thought he was quick
pop them doors, try run, got tripped
back my blade and stab that pr+ck
his moncler coat got ripped
pushbike days, i was out in the strip
really go up and down for the liz
sitting in bando, breaking bricks and paper fiz
still swing my fist in the ville
ask ck how i crept his face in the wing
’til go back drip, ask dingles how i caught him and crept his face in the mains, try violate
you know where we came
two your mates got shaved
tryna get man down in the a
my mum don’t know what i’m doing today

[verse 4: gutta]
she don’t know what i’m doing tonight
she don’t know i’m tryna load this pipe and go there alive
sit on the passenger side, i’ll drive, or go on the back of the bike
none of these guys ain’t safe at night
aim up high, tryna take man’s life
funny don’t sleep, don’t waste my time
‘cah one of my soldiers ask for a nine
one of my soldiers call for a fours
i’m breaking the bobby, i’m flying it raw
the bando’s hot, can’t come to the door
the prof and packs get put into war
beat man down ’til he’s forced to the floor
he got three, but he should’ve got more
beat off two, but he should’ve got corn
and he still know man don’t talk

- chinx os lyrics

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