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nvsa - dinners and factions lyrics

[intro]
ghosty

[chorus: nvsa]
in delay, it’s fashion
i ain’t doin’ no days in hakkas
i’m in the trizzy, dinners and factions
every friday, bro steps in the masjid
told ’em to make the wah
don’t bad for your block, and deny that sh+t
you’ll make it far, see
you know that the gang’s always on badness
better they wretch it, they love xabads
and, i know nothin’ about demons
zombie mob when i’m in that trap
old+school days, bro did it with wray wray
spin it, and chalk all down on a beyblade
swear i made the kitties them nae+nae
everyone tryna hit first like ray j
like, get nicked, don’t say names

[verse 1: nvsa]
but i think them man iffy (haha)
bando diaries, tell you about that
‘cah i’ve been in the rap since i was a pitney
yeah, we got hand tings, wish it was dracos
gang ting, habibty
hand them the sh+t, get sticky
a or b piout, the time was “miss me”
a or b gauge, done history like
all them drills still mysteries (you know)
like who done what?
you were from that block, right near, real whiskey (ay, them)
who’s up? don’t ask man questions
get with the program, this ain’t election
camden times, and numerous stretchin’
bootin’, they know what size we’ve been shootin’
vladimir putin, russian roulette (grr, bow)
like, new m’s like macdee’s
free all my guys, don’t die in xabsi (free ’em up)
i will do it for bro with my abti
wallahi, two hands in a pole like a athlete (you know)
in jail, i had to roll with my mindi
i ain’t no pickney, i ain’t no patty
backseat ain’t doin’ no cabby
old+school trackies, doin’ and burn that (burn that)
burnin’, that’s 3rd degree
and i told these n+ggas “most certainly” (yeah, you know)
tt like that’s hercules
when we settin’ up shots, that’s herpes (oh sh+t)
stepped out from young, that’s early
stuck in the mud when my hands were dirty
ding+dong, same shape as herby
fished out packs, same shape as kirby
[verse 2: m24]
’round here, we don’t take no l
man smoke that, told akh “put that sh+t in my lungs” (yes)
talk on my name, but these boys are my sons
live in the slums, we ridin’ with guns (yes)
talk about funds, and they ain’t got none (no)
talk about waps, and they ain’t got done (no)
a wonderful feeling when he got done (yes)
same time, every year, they pour out rum
i laugh at them man ‘cah they’re funny
revenge feels better than gettin’ money
come get me, i’m live in the gully
they only outside when it’s sunny
come ’round here, and get got like he did
us man ride, and they don’t know anything bunny
swing that chinger, do it like s, man
jump out, soak man down with my buddy (ying that)
everyday, i wake up happy
know that them man dead
the getback’s done, got a uav
man, it should’ve been four, but we got unlucky
pushbike days was fun
ride out, i’m keepin’ one
four door truck when sh+t got rolled
every time they see this rip, they run
on ++++, shh got done
snap on your block, say “fredo, come”
i about roll sa, that’s gettin’ man done
run, we love chinging ++++ for fun (dead boy)
on the 6k like kenza
don’t get turned to the runtz
3.5, and this boy on my backwood
don’t get put in my blunt
[chorus: nvsa]
in delay, it’s fashion
i ain’t doin’ no days in hakkas
i’m in the trizzy, dinners and factions
every friday, bro steps in the masjid
told ’em to make the wah
don’t bad for your block, and deny that sh+t
you’ll make it far, see
you know that the gang’s always on badness
better they wretch it, they love xabads
and, i know nothin’ about demons
zombie mob when i’m in that trap
old+school days, bro did it with wray wray
spin it, and chalk all down on a beyblade
swear i made the kitties them nae+nae
everyone tryna hit first like ray j
like, get nicked, don’t say names

[outro]
ghosty

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