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ofb - hotbox freestyle: s5-e1 lyrics

[intro]
gang sh+t, o
steppers, you know
tugs, tugs, tugs, o, o
we make haringey bleed
free the tugs
steppers
free the drillers
uh
free reevz
blaow, free the tugs
steppers
rrrr, blaow blaow

[verse 1: zilla]
i heard that ++++ a driller
++++ got slapped ain’t rid for his ligga
run out of luck, stuff corn in the spinner
kaydon already got put in a swisher
we’re the reason they’re pouring liquor
tell me why ++++ didn’t run quicker
i’m looking at my paigon vids it’s shocking
++++ face on the daily mirror

[verse 2: yf]
we’re the reason why juice is spilling
and i ain’t talking bout lean or liquor
scary sight if i step with zilla
free cy he a well known dipper
broski whipping the wheel with sk!ll
can’t lie professional whipper
when i’m talking bout dishing out corn for free
just know i ain’t giving him dinner
[verse 3: zilla]
wind down the window, i’m letting the ting go
headlights off when i creep and kweng
free boogz if he could he would do it again
stop talking smoke go ride for your friend
bro in the + tryna catch him a m
add that k get put in a benz
look at the scoreboard, looks awful
opp boys need to just give it a rest

[verse 4: yf]
opp boys need to give it a break
like bro just said, we made haringey flames
don’t care bout the scene, we’re splashing it bait
get put in a grave for adding a k
from the rise of the arms, there’s no doubt i’m letting it spray
we’ll do it on the backroads, same way how i done it on mains

[verse 5: zilla]
boot down doors, not knock down ginger
wet, wet, when i step with fizzler
trap and drill, mash bands, flip yola
and i put scotty in a blue slim rizla
ran down guys swipe right like tinder
three for twenty, deals in [?]
the nits don’t pose when they ask for a picture (the nits don’t pose when they ask for a picture)
[verse 6: yf]
fat corn mek him do the la+linga
why do you stunt you won’t pull that trigger
praying to god even though i’m a sinner
still gotta mash till my stack look bigger, and bigger
will still make it juice, spill, just like bigga
getting him down with my index finger
farm block tug, ain’t n0body realer
gotta put more on the tally
my white gs got man with a bally
how many got bun, better run
you don’t wanna get smoked like cali
nowadays see us in a sprinter
back then used to do it in cabbies
this mash+stick cause more than a splinter
the loud bang you will here it from manny (bow, bow, bow, bow)

[outro]
(d+mn it rimz did it again)

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