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m20 x smg - m splash dat up/done talk pt. 2 lyrics

[verse 1: y2]
785k, who’ve you bun?
we got f-cked with dodgy guns
run man down with the longest
they do this ting on the net
that sh-t there, all be a fun
hands on my heart on my rider
and my n-gga ch, all my n-ggas we riding
come round, goo goo, what
get done up with knifings
duck man down on your mains
leave man hiding
knife in and out of his chest
knife in and out of his back that’s life ting
like who’ve you stabbed in the ends then
like get round there to your block
man i smoke on your bredrins
get round there any time
get round there any place
who have the opps been stabbing
they stabbing none of my mates
now i get round there any time, any place
come like the old school days
b22s on my waist
back it out then dust
they just tryna catch from the caves

[verse 2: ch]
unkown handy
grip the handle and back that
fronting my bro we got fat shanks
run to hooyo when we back that
counting cash with a blade like sinbad
that ain’t my barber i use that
grip the rusty and use that
abuse the blade with two hands
thick shank, move all dumb
get up close and just do man
10 block where my goons hang
pbs in a throwback
foots like close, then throw that
crazy wounds for your bro that
we stepped on the peddle and drove back
no licence man know that
curb surfing in the 1.2
my n-gga like s control that
sh-ll it all out and go back
back to the block and get more cash

[verse 3: russ]
get splashy splashy don’t act up
no blade in the can get bashed up
poke him when the bird gets captured
russ do road, do the whole atlas
straight my hand, dipping might do damage
free nut, free the whole landing
don’t run, blow your whole back in
gruesome, gruesome
splash down any man broad day
they try run, still got chased
head, chest, back, belly or face
not one cut, take the whole blade
it weren’t russ, must’ve been taze
sd twin, may just ch
dip that splash, chill my wrist break

[verse 4: taze]
me and russ just clocked that’s him
oi, get him rip off his skin
me and bro put f-ck off metal in him
move slow and splash the cash in your t–th
4 man through bed, man got a ting
they get nicked, every man gonna sing
married to the game, every man got a ring
they get gwop, every man getting chinged
snitches, i won’t roll with them b-tches
stiches, lifting man up with kitchens
man soon turn the purps into pitches
them bake in the trap with riches
and the bay lift and the victor
get two popped like blister
i just got a call from victor
coming like hench, like mister
stredded or deaded
no gbh, am or dead it
oi, get him, go catch him, go fetch him
go, grab him, squash like melons
squash like melons

- m20 x smg lyrics

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