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moscow17 – sicario flow lyrics

yoshi
lft made this one

i’m harassing the pagans, how they’re harassing the females
they do it like a spam of emails
ay, jack in the box
this job, can clear it now
and i’m collecting 50%, but it’s 100% that they’re dying now
it’s 100% that i’m riding out
i need a new dinger, ay blackz, what’s about?
now i’m feeding like 4 or 5
watch my black blade go in and out
he saw the light, the black blade was out
and i yinged and yanged, when i yinged him down
where’s your bredrin? he’s running now
the shotty was out, i blew the kid down

rise, bust quick like a p+rno, me i back shanks like zoro
on the opp block i’m causing a mess, but i’m far from lazy
i’m doing my chores bro
who k!lled abz? fam, only the lord knows
feds on gang, fam they want that door closed
splash man down, then do up some promos
samurai swords, but i ain’t from tokyo

they claim that they’re onto me, but i find that hard to believe
cah he’s been splashed and he ran from me and i still get harassed by the cid’s
feds at my door again, sorry officer there’s been a mistake
how can justin come to my case? i wonder what opps been saying my name

i had a g9 in three’s and i swear they were all the same
come my way, you’ll see os with a wap on show
he ain’t come to show face
for goodness sake, i miss the .32 like i miss my bae
we’re in the party, better tuck that chain
if the price of your jewels ain’t worth my time rudeboy you better put it away
moscow put shh in a grave, then we put shh in a grave
but i won’t say their names
who, wait? in night or the day, let’s slide to the toosie
wait in the hoopty, get them plates
for the movie, unruly, but i need me a uzi mate

he wanted 2 hot ones, fly over there with 2 fat slugs
on the 2 tryna get 2 k!lls in one, chop that dotty in half
just like a harlem son
sorry mum, we took your kid i know it’s sick
p+ssed, he died with chicken and chips up on his lips, what a life we live
get round there and i’m all equipped
blade on my hip it matches the drip, drip, drip
grease it up, you gotta treat that dots with love
cause i don’t wanna hear it cl!ck, cl!ck, cl!ck

you could say i’m a good yute when i pass
cause i’m the good yute who fried up my man
when ++++ got 22 wounds, six were done by my right hand
the boy from zone 2 don’t like how i bruck them up
induction, come try man
i’ll right man in this ding+dong on violence, done it in silence it ain’t science

don’t jump in the dinger if you ain’t got intention of seeing man die
i’ll fry him, man’s got the baby and g+lock compliant, let’s get to the riding
when i find him, i’m firing
i shoulda ran back when i gave him 10
the malis don’t think i’m trying
pressure makes diamonds, all of that violence

kweng’s a neek, who does he beef?
done only mashed that work on a beat
i was in yb when you mentioned me
my n+gga had to stop me from my ackley b
and i go so ham in the beef, there should be a mixtape based on me
petrol on e, will we make it there? bro let’s go see
no one can’t question me, when it comes to dingers i’ve spent bare p’s
bro slapped that wap with ease, pull that trigger, release

we’re the ones that are making noise
get that drop and the gang deploy
swing them swords like troy, they gotta be on me
they don’t have a choice

lft made this one
yoshi

- moscow17 lyrics

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