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kay1 x grimmula x p1 - kay1 x grimmula x p1 - bando room lyrics

[intro]
lk

[kay1]
hoes telling me i’m cute
slow down let me spark my zoot (move)
ran from the boys in blue
she look cutey let me get that boo (woi)
now i’m trynna ching this fool
you shouldn’t act up when you’re with your goons (cool)
now you’re gonna be on the news
i chased bare man on my nike shoes (news)
now i’m trynna spill bare juice
clean up the mess don’t leave no clue (bow)
back to the bando room
we trap and mash we don’t wanna look like you (who?)
now you wanna act confused, 1 mistake [?] canada goose (x2)
(ching ching ching ching)

[grimmula]
2 man up on a ped no license
splash did it with violence
now i’m swerving away from sirens
qway with bits of both from the m way (trap)
pebs on me man’s doing up mileage
step with a botty find him like wall-e
like where’s he hiding? (wheres he at?)
told my man just stop with the chat
like man ain’t in to the typing
on road just step with a sword
he got that thing like a viking
leng ting watching the kitchy
sees that look in my eye i know she likes it
crackhouse man just dicing (bando)
trap boy man i’ve been grinding
serving cats i’ve been doing my ting
bruck this grub all down in pebs straight in cling turn that into bread
no cbt on a 12’s ped me and bro trynna give this chef
15 inch right trough a mans chest (splash)
and bro done chinged that yute on the ends coulnd’t care what my mans says (nah)
add a k on the gang its ments
we pull up at motors with that skeng (bow)
armed and dangerous it gets intense
man buck into feds hop that fence
no time for jail man swerving
pen or the freedom ting on the ends (free da guys)
all of my bros can vouch i got round there with a sawn off skeng
(bow bow bow)

[p1]
violence violence i just love riding (bow)
opp boy spiring cah they love all the running and hiding (where ya going)
now this bad one smiling cah she’s loving the way i’m riding
[?]
come bruck your back then rival (woi)
after that it’s back to the grind and take these risk
and hit the strip (brr brr)
break down these bits right down into bits (brr brr)
[?]
now she ride this d-ck cause [?]
bring her back with her pom pom ripped (uh) (x2)

[grimmula]
you never put p’s on the ding dong
ped or a bruck down whip instead
one year back on the pcx
me and bro trynna give this chef (splash)
same guy that was on the back of the ped
is back on the wing on stretch
and jakes done raided the bando
they caught my bruce with a hundred pebs
ot living making bands from cats and shocked all of them beggars
so i gotta step around with a wetters
firm that blade ill do him with tekkers
i f-ck with the white no conor mcgregor
i’m out trynna get this bread up
i trap at the bando push in the backroom but mumsies fed up

[p1]
drop drop, at the base line drop
like you when the 44 pops
get that drop then we hit that spot
hit that spot then then we drench that top
leave that spot then it’s back to the block
call my [?]
it’s all in my nut then she cleans that up
does her job then she gotta cut

- kay1 x grimmula x p1 lyrics

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