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giggs – boom exclusive lyrics

[verse 1: giggs]
n-ggas better act like they know
you will get smacked in the boat
even though i’ve got my strap in my coat
if i pull it out, i’ll have a n-gga running scared like he just saw casper the ghost
and i got a mad stash of c0ke
the trap ain’t a joke
free samples packs to promote
when i say i’m on the rasclart strip
i ain’t talking ’bout a slag on the pole
n-ggas say my tracks are a moesh
boom blast, hollowman is like an axe to a throat
my raps ain’t a joke
i’mma start switching off n-ggas like my straps a remote
‘cos the step like they large
raps so greazy you expect they’ll be hard
they ain’t even press on the start
it’s all just a deceptive visage
and i got the pecks in my car
tiny raver, that’s my little n-gga pesky tarras
squeezed off and left in the car
that’s the reason why the (?)’s on my -rs-
i’m getting messy again, this is hollowman
and i had to holler at blade to let the hollows bang
i know you little p-ssy -rs- n-ggas probably hoping that my rocket jam

[verse 2: blade brown]
we roll with youngers, roll with olders and roll with soldiers
we’re holding revolvers so please look over your shoulders
stay on your toes and sh-t
before the revolver spits
i’m into linking gash, you know them older chicks
i’m into making ps, i’m into buying garms
hold tight my n-ggas locked down due to firearms
we on the d-mn road, and we be making p’s
we gonna’ do this sh-t our own way and just make them see
the road’s a joke, we d-mn rob n-ggas
and sold it all for green, brown and loads of c0ke
my n-ggas holding sticks, you n-ggas hold your d-cks
we’re in this game to takeover, yeah i told you pr-cks
i know i’m spitting slow, i’m trying to make you hear
i’m trying to break it down simple, trying to make it clear
we’re not them other n-ggas, the type to get sniffed and start snitchin’
and trident undercover n-ggas
trying hard, real hard not to smother n-ggas
cos at the end of the day, we’re all brothers n-ggas
we’re in the same struggle, tryna’ make the ‘caine juggle
we grew up from the same dirt and same rubble
listen, the streets are gritty and grimy
i got the city behind me
i like the things that are pretty and shiny
(like, gritty and grimey
i got the city behind me
i like the things that are pretty and shiny)
listen, and when it comes to my money man
get it correct, i don’t shot any more, i just collect ps
collect bills, collect g’s
i want my money upfront, i want correct ps
make nines blow for lines of poke
dubs beat barley that’s the only grinds i know
(like, that’s the only grinds i know
dubs beat barley, that’s the only grinds i know)
lets go!

- giggs lyrics

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