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fsg x wg - 4doortruck lyrics

[intro]
t-r running up a f-cking check

[chorus: tscam]
f-f-f-f-five brooms in a four door truck
swing them shanks rip his guts
duck dem feds, dodge them cuffs
we back out shanks we ain’t into no scuffs
five brooms in a four door truck
swing them shanks rip his guts
duck dem feds, dodge them cuffs
we back out shanks we ain’t into no scuffs

[verse 1: tscam]
if i wet up this f-cking c-nt
wobbly, wobbly, garn go drunk
rambs in my hand tryna turn man skunk and we still got corn for a crescent c-nt
still got a rambs, snake and a fake, ching his belly, back or his face
but he might not be worth this chinging like – got slapped in his face (d-ckhead)
she garn take this d-ck (true)
then she garn sit in the corner
if i sort suttin’ up in dem sides, then she gon’ clean my borerer (b-tch)
on the glide all i say is wagwan
scam ain’t really a talker
now this olders all on me, cah i put pipe all on his daughter
s-c-a-m if i back this friend, better back your friend (true)
i’ve done been in the field like fred and i smashed man down ’til i thought he was dead (ay come here)
man that’s a lie, i gave him loads, how is he still alive? (how?)
on the glide i put trust in my knife, on the glide i put trust in my knife
risky’s tapped, he’ll soak your hat, a-kid too loose he’ll spill your juice, shaq ain’t got no chill he’ll go for the k!ll
shouts out ace he’s way too real
i got nicked for a double wooshing, i’m swinging my shank, their friend dem pushing
uh, civilians looking, i bust that case, f-ck kettle cooking

[verse 2: sk]
when i say it gets dough in quick
it don’t mean i’m setting it nada
i could roll with the flicks but i love the rambo cus it’s larger
and i don’t f-ck with the six cah snitches are something them boy harbour
jump out on volts
or give girl juice like charger
she wants wood off a demon, see an opp boy man dig it and clean it
dig it-dig it, scam wan ride with the broom like quidditch
i buss case and stepped out g-ss
i can’t talk to police like zach
and i sure can’t do it like –
two a n e trips in a day, why you think no body ain’t come back (some d-ckheads)
cah one got bored in the chest and the other got his head top cracked
dem man roll when we come on attack
it’s intense and they’re wet, re-locate and get out of ends, gyal don’t want love or want to be friends she just wan suck this d-ck for this benz
five or six, k!lly or cres, gyal pull up and leave a mess
wg or fsg, who done it, i can’t say sh-t cus feds
five or six, k!lly or cres, gyal pull up and leave a mess
wg or fsg, who done it, i can’t say sh-t cus feds

[verse 3: tman]
are you f-cking taking the p-ss, fresh from o and – got chinged
grey tracksuit mans been on the wing
1.2 get wrapped in cling (it does)
we was on [?] when – got slapped with a 15 inch
bully, bully you f-cking p-ssy, you came on pedals and did up sprint
black tracksuit on the six, me on my one i’m doing up militant
when – got got at the library that chest shot it was brilliant
let me state some facts, the b- yutes nearly got whacked
i bust an attempted murder, – nearly got slapped with a wap
this three double o ain’t lidge, neither this 1-2-5
he still got splashed and he was with eight of his guys
that was me and scam two man up tryna get man down
all we know is splash, splash, love too see man drown
i’m one of them guys, wars and bands put blades in tops, i was there when broski backed his mop
like let me just stop, cus tridents onto the gang
didn’t you hear sk was in the box, he was in ot got nicked dots
m1 put loud back into box

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