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giggs sneakbo - talking the hardest remix lyrics

[verse]
if you’re talkin’ the hardest
giggs better pop up in your thoughts as an artist (jheeze)
taunting the market
everybody wants to know where walk in da park is (hah)
walk in the party, sporting armani
half of the crowd’s all snorting my charlie
sorted the bar, time to sort the punani
chicks looking at me like “talk to me darling” (jheeze)
hollering at man
winking, smiling and wanna attack man
i think these lighties loving my black gang
everyone’s suit same colour as batman’s (ooh)
flipping like a quarter a brick (yeah)
bag 28 with a thought of a jib (yeah)
anybody thinks they can talk to my clique
will end up covered in red like a portion of chips
[verse 2: sneakbo]
sneakbo, let me show you the wave (that’s right)
gunman, fam, i don’t play games (that’s right)
badman, now i’m out on a rage (yeah)
i roll out then lock off the rave
when i ride no phone (no phone), you can’t get me
no ping ping, n0body don’t text me (that’s right)
j.kidd soon cruise in the x3 (vroom)
i call dutch if a don try vex me (grrah)
sneak+to+the+bo (yeah), i’m well known (that’s right)
i bang bang and i still get dough (get dough)
i went jail, f+ck feds, now i’m home
you know (yeah), i ain’t bait on the roads (nah)
i’m sorry, ‘scuse me shorty (shorty)
what you doing? ’cause i wan’ have a party (da)
gg and the southside barbies (barbies)
rip bras then mash up the nanni (uh)
vicious .44 (grrah), locked in the house (da)
bare fat corn make your brain fall out (yeah)
still g.a.s. try come round town
when me, m.kizzle and dank be about (gas gang)
fall back, and don’t chat
it’s gunshots for them paigon yats (grrah)
i like girls with an african back (african back)
jetski gotta dagga+dagga+dat
i’m badder than bad (bad), i’m mad (mad)
innocent, why they wan’ lock mags? (maggi)
cl!ck clack, mad h, lil shak
i’m stressed out, bill a zoobie kick back
how ya mean? how ya mean? how ya mean? how ya mean?
it ain’t calm we don’t squash no beef (no)
bally on my face, four fizzy in my jeans
i’ll turn these batty boy r.i.p

- giggs sneakbo lyrics

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