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flyo - hoodies, gloves lyrics

[intro]
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[chorus: youngs teflon]
hoodies, gloves, petrol cans
ringer trucks, no tesco vans
thirty shots, take some pans
stick up kid, stretch those hands
married to the game
i’ll ring this now for my best of men
i’m with them man who drink petrol
wear off-white and test off skengs
hoodies, gloves, petrol cans
ringer trucks, no tesco vans
thirty shots, take some pans
stick up kid, stretch those hands
married to the game
i’ll ring this now for my best of men
i’m with them man who drink petrol
wear off-white and test off skengs

[verse 1: ld]
opps to the left, feds to the right
let’s see where my luck’s at
they thought bro had a bruck back
but bro had the bruck back
bro just banged that ting then p-ssed it
he showed me -ssist and i love that
tryna show man about no comebacks
just pull up and rub that
mask like trap or me, big wap on me
stay back from me
treat a man’s bars like the petrol station
you can’t get gas for free
i love all my brother, they’re loyal
so you can get whacked for free
waps on we, cash on we
fans on we and we’re k!lling these neeks
so the opps wanna get reinbursed
i just lost me a innocent bro, it hurts
but the pain that they’re feeling is worse
the other day, bro heard him stutter when he banged that ting
he didn’t finish his words
two been whacked with the same mash now
who got it worse?

[verse 2: rv]
h-ll no, never got pressured in jail bro
fist, feet, elbows
shoutout the opps that held those
me and timmy got down my man
had to kick man’s head in my sh-ll toes
same way that i done it in pi’s
stamp man out in my velcros
two week basic soon as that bell goes
real talk, none of it’s scripted
i was in jail when i writ this
trident stopped me and i got lifted
cah i keep tools in the ride like kwik fit
the opps broke so i had to go fix it
picked up a big bit, bagged and flipped it
ring me if you wanna talk business
all of my calls are encrypted
been on all the opp blocks
but them man aren’t stepping on ours
wind down the window, get him from far
hear a big bang like leonard and raj
my opps ain’t on sh-t, just keep on talking
through the computer like stephen hawking

- flyo lyrics

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