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lc - six pack abs lyrics

(chorus 1)
we sending six shots to his back
what you know about living in dis cr+p
my men got straight up attack
my gyal got six pack abs
lotta choppas when we pull up the man
lotta hoes on our d+cks and they really tryna scam
we sending shots, now they rlly tryna scram
big shots, we’re heating up a can

(verse x1)
big mans tings pulling in a rover
gyal come in the couple, see da b+n+r
big headed opps
tryna pull turnovers
wagwan mate
, tryna be a “show her”
she don’t want no man living in da slums
i don’t want no bros running out of rum
running through his home
shooting at his mum
he don’t want no beef
, he don’t got that gun
he don’t want no beef
cooking up da stew
he don’t want us near
coming with da crew
i be chillin innit, laid out with my boo
scooby dooby doo, where the f+ck is you
you owe 20 quid, gimmе my food
if u tryna run it back, we gon f+ck up the mood
if u try to play it nice, wе gon be as nice as you

(chorus 2)
we sending six shots to his back
what you know about living in dis cr+p
my men got straight up attack
my gyal got six pack abs
lotta choppas when we pulling up man
lotta hoes on our d+cks tryna scam
we sending shots, now they rlly tryna scram
big shots, we’re heating up a can

(verse x2)
4 rambo turn around tryna catch me. tryna turn me on like a ghosty beat, look at you your a f+cking neek. get the f+ck out my bed sheets. she tight round me she come near me she f+ck all week

- lc lyrics

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