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kwengface, digga d, booter bee & ps hitsquad - quincy promes lyrics

[intro: digga d & kwengface]
(ayy, czr, you did a mazza, still)
what’s the difference between grime and drill?
i feel like it’s a different type of beat and— (di+di+dip)
it’s how it flows as well (di+di+dip)
but mostly the beat (grrah, bap)

[verse 1: digga d & kwengface]
slap it, open him up, had him holdin’ ’em up, sayin’, “open the door”
where the f+ck was ++++ thinkin’? i shot him in his head, had to open his thoughts (baow)
he was snappin’ in ++++, got slapped in his— (baow) and the p+ssio turned to a corpse
shootin’ american vids back home and i’m showin’ them folks how i roll with the scorps
yo, who’s badder than us man? and man just roll up, tan a man bait (grrah, bap, bap)
dig it on back roads, blood on my rambo (di+di+dip), tape that free’s, tape off that lane (di+di+dip)
dip that, dip that sh+t in your brain (splash)
.32 corn for the black sk (hrr)
hollow tip sh+lls for the glee, glee (braap), goes through you and outta your mate (outta your best friеnd)

[bridge: digga d & kwengface]
done it in west ++++, done it in wеst ++++, g9 extend, go with the best men
i ain’t gotta test them, load up and press them (bah, bah, bah)
done it in london, done it in midlands, chingin’ up yutes all over england
talk ’bout hand tings, we bring them
talk ’bout all of the opps that we chinged them

[verse 2: ps hitsquad, booter bee & kwengface]
i got a feelin’ them man are out here (oh sh+t)
i wanna see them, active gang sh+t (rollin’)
give me a reason, pepper that bandit (hitsquad)
give a boy seasonin’, ying, ping that
i wanna squeeze it, wait, big back
i wanna squeeze it, lethal, big wap
tell a boy leave it (oh sh+t), you can get splish+splashed
leave a boy seasick (ayy, hitsquad, baby)
ayy, kweng, you know i been itchin’ to slap (baow)
lean out the window or fly out the back (rrah)
if i’m not hands on handlin’ wraps, i’m up top tryna take off hats (i’m there)
you ain’t never shot no one in your life
have you lost your mind? we ain’t makin’ a track (are you mad?)
get the f+ck out the booth (p+ssy), i never got this name out the blue (okay)
came home from a sh+t and a shave, it’s cool, you can still put a brick on my name (stepper)
ludacris on my waist (oh sh+t), move b+tch, get out the way (oh sh+t, oh sh+t)
who’s this? get out the trey
i told bro, “don’t let him escape” (hsq)
he turned sprinter, he ran in estates
i’m like tinder, i’ll bang in the gate (grrah, bap)
really got my name from slappin’ my gauge, point blank headshots, corn fly out the coupe (bap, bap)
done it in hd5 with hd2, which one are we likely to choose? (which one?)
i don’t know, tell my driver, “pick one” (pick one)
this .44 will take up king kong (baow)
yo, that .38 spinner holds minor slugs, but the .357 holds big ones (grrah, bap)

- kwengface digga d booter bee ps hitsquad lyrics

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