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lil rass, kchuckz, nutnut, tracksz & perm - 3style lyrics

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[verse 1: lil rass]
is he dead or not?
lemme know, lemme get a quick insight
rambo knife when [?] inside
he held some wounds when his bestfriend rid by
it’s evident, none of them bad
omnipotent with a tool in my hand
oppers see ’em ‘cah i know where they hang
pull up, and i’m letting it bang
go bruck the streets, no i can’t be tamed
i ain’t like them, you can call me estranged
parties, i got it in me in the rave
blades know that i [?] blaze
who’s that, what’s that chilling by the shop?
bro said leave him, he ain’t worth
i ain’t tryna hear that, jump out and air that
ebk, better firm it
you can get left on the one way system
welcome to kv estate
take a lil side road, now i’m in bp, now i’m tryna clock me an opp boys face
gimme a shovel, show me where you rest
i’ll dig up his grave in seconds
we made lambeth hot, don’t question
my set, we’re swinging out blade with tekkers

[verse 2: kchuckz]
dip and tuck, make him back it
shank game all ridiculous, tryna cheff a n+gga, make him panic
two in the botts, i bang it
if you’re talking beef, my gang brang it
duck him down, no remorse
catch him, poke that n+gga with force
twist it, make him scream a bit more
i’m a savage, no need to question
dice man up on the mains, there is no time to ask me no questions
there’s too much blood on my napkin, but skengs i like to invest
man can’t chat sh+t ’bout the set
‘cah rambos spinnin’ through chests
b+tch bad, made her toss it
stop it, can’t get done with my profit
leave on in the head then press it, c+ck it
run when i bang these rockets
cutting up white and b
money haffi mek so i strangle the trap
the opps give too much verbal
must then [?] like latts
heart attack, make him dip and splash
[verse 3: nutnut]
splash, ramz on hip
please don’t slip, 125 tryna dead this pr+ck
shoulda been there when he left his b+tch
i don’t do squares but i f+ck with slifs
hanging by cars, make him duck or sprint
bro slap two, but he shoulda done six
[?] enough when i back this stick
i cuff my line, no time for a b+tch
done it with bro, then we dash off
free lil, soon home from the wing
your boy got cheffed tryna buy some wings
my phone just died but my line still rings
whoosh, whoosh, and suttin’ got chinged
rambo long, make a paigon sin
i done that bait and repent my sins

[verse 4: tr]
‘cah man, .32 specialist, burst mans head
d+mn, now we got his hip instead
shower him in whips, the pr+ck now dead
auntie said “leave the boy dem”
no, i drained out his back instead
swimming and cooling, passing for breath
muck, you know that our blade is [?]
got it from peds and told you, now dead
real yardman, but he still got drenched
auntie said “calm down big kev”
next day [?] got shot in his head
don’t [?], don’t argue with them
they wanted a barbeque with no food
you know he was corned instead, a friend of an opp but he still got shot
[verse 5: perm]
mmm, none of us rate steven
steff got hit just to even
bring back face, he’s the meaning
he’s the reason ‘019 was freezing
one like pablo, even feds know that the boy dealing
dropped cam ‘cah the little boy treason
denied, we dropped gav, didn’t know he was beefing
double figures in drill, i ain’t a regular deal
remember when i was a junkie jill?
now if i send them i want a hundred k!lls
said a hundred feels
still it’s in a hundred, still
kept it a hundred still, the ‘mount of times n+gga went and dumped on hills

[outro: kchuckz & nutnut]
uhhh
on death sides, death!
how many times?
too many times



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