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ciaran inkredible - bruce wayne lyrics

man will get chopped there man’ll get k!lled
hit him with a wap there man’ll get drilled
all of that juice it will get spilled
rise and shoot and his wig get pilled
all of that gang got them on wheels
still stink out the road when the bag is sealed
trap phone ring ring man got the deal
hit that corner make the bm squeal
out in the fields yeah we got the steel
i never talk sh+t man i’m keeping it real
smash your head in , foreign and bred in
dublin city , rum and whiskey
guns and whitney , here to there
there to here , said the run is risky
hold this gun there don’t be a sissy
too big for the game so the game don’t fit me
mask on my face like bane or payne
86 gang yeah we don’t play
we see them jakes then we taking chase
burn that dinger so we don’t catch pace
ski mask on they don’t know my face
all blacked out they don’t know my race
sweet one there and she hold my scale
if man get nicked then she pay my bail
try to catch up but he slow like snail
sl+ts and hoes , s+xy one tell her touch them toes
chain stay blingin’
custom one with a (bf?) stone
run man down and chef this brick
take man’s eye like fetty or sl!ck
machete on hip , titanium tip
take it apart put it back together
oil it up and grease it
point it , aim it and squeeze it
sneeze it , jesus
man’ll get got with an (enek?)
clean it , petrol and bleach it
chef up the eejit
man’s in a dinger there squealin’ and screeching
hand ting there don’t make man reach ye
[hand ting there don’t make man reach ye]
i’ll do it like ronnie and reggie man’ll get cray
no word of a lie you’ll get hit when i shoot
got gang on road with stick in the boot
man’ll get got for a brick or two
all black and yellow like pikachu
man hop out the bush like peekaboo
your gally wet , wetter than wet
tell her bruck that back , throw that ass
dip down low ’til she hit that block
get that gone , we won’t tell
skengman fill up the (womb?) with spell
mask on my face like christian bale
feds tryna catch me mission failed
for sale
weigh that one on the kitchen scale
why the f+ck do you think that i got this mask on?
make sure all of that sh+t get danced on
what y’all know ’bout (cav?)
they come to your gaff take all that sh+t that you have
what you know ’bout risk and sealing waps
in a bucked up dinger with keys in the back
gotta watch yourself or your knees get capped
listen , don’t make me grease that mac
you don’t wanna see that demon back
devilish one with a fork in his thumb like satan
export and bill ’em
them men are girly
abortion one i’ve been k!lling it from early
pipe your sister pipe your b+tch
pipe that dish , burner phones and lyca chips
hide that bl!cky
man’ll get got like pac and biggie
them men are mad , them men are bonkers
fill up the stick with conkers
all of these guys they do it for the gram they do it for their mam
difference is i do it for the gang
take that ting out the boot and bang
man’ll get put in a zoot like blam
sham , man’ll get smoked like plants
[86 gang]
[king of the f+ckin’ throne]
[that’s ink]

- ciaran inkredible lyrics

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