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k9 (uk) - baiders lyrics

[verse 1: direman]
d-mn, it’s dire
back on the track, vocab is fire
talking like you’re a savage fighter
come to the ends, i’ll run up on man with tamil tigers
ready for the war
samurai sword or a semi to your jaw
support or respect, i don’t have any for the law
clap you with the star, leave you slumped and buried in the floor
with the rest of your friends
my n-gg-s roll out with a vest and the skengs
man hype up get blazed in the chest with a leng
any man moves man gets it again
silencer, infrared and a lense
i’m the merkers, my n-gg-s are the best in the ends
i’m nice with the beats, bless with the pen
abg, north west to the end

[chorus: k9]
i roll deep like sire
half the block like direman
i’ll put the shank to your, shank to your diaphragm
9 still’s greazy believe me
you’d think i was weezy the way the straps fire man
line was fire, man
had the fiends in line all waiting to buy a gram
ends was fire
fiend was wearing a wire so the feds got me

[verse 2: k9]
stop flapping your mouth
manna run up in the crib through the back of your house
i’m a demon like fugzi
i’m causing pain like teeth at the back of your mouth
i’m evil goons will clap at your house
if you live with your girl mans clappin your spouse
not chasing a man like a cat and a mouse
when i wait for this pr-ck at the front of his yard

[verse 3: direman]
so what? you wanna hype? are you mad?
most of the mandem ride with the mag
in war you know something’s gonna get blazed like i just said “i’m going outside for a f-g”
f-ck eye for an eye
one of mine for your fam
money on your head you can die for a grand
ain’t got dough for a hitman i’ll burst you myself
do 25 in the can
roll solo
don’t gotta ride with a gang
i can do a whole load with a nine in my hand
round my postcode it’s hot
feds always on the block with a bike or a van
they can’t tell me nothing bout climbing the van
wait for the right timed i’ll line him a bang
dun know direman’s a dan
woulda went jail but in court i had a plan

[verse 4: k9]
why you wanna hype? who are you?
likkle man can’t take 9 for a yout
in war you know something’s gonna get bun like i just said “i’m going outside for a zoot”
nine to your mind’s how i’m settling disputes
i can put the metal in your mouth like a flute
don’t be run up your gums
one phone call will have your mumsy surrounded by goons
it’s so loud when it booms
big ting clear the whole crowd out the room
head top them
manna got that doppler leng, you can hear the sound of it soon
bare reverb on the tool
i might tell my n-gg- reverse on a fool
research, i’m the worst of them all
disperse or these he-rs- will be full

- k9 uk lyrics

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