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ofb - mortal kombat lyrics

[intro: kenny allstar]
it’s all fun and games
until confrontation
me, personally
i don’t even entertain the talk anymore
oh, what? you think this is a game?
nah sah
reeko squeeze, my brother
ctp
mktheplug
let’s add some sauce to the tape

[chorus: rv]
beef me, how? i’ll bring a whole cow
you n-ggas don’t want that
i get man down, my team play foul
i’m tryna make contact
get over here like scorpion
do him like mortal kombat
sent the .22 for a .38
upgrade my gun like a contract
drillers and violent thugs
them n-ggas can’t ride on us
get brave and try your luck
.38, rise that up
tryna get my hands on opps
feds want mine in cuffs
been ’round there and i ain’t caught my man
this sh-t’s gonna drive me nuts

[verse 1: reeko squeeze]
andy murray, i’m serving
one more strike and it’s curtains
b-tch said she likes my insta
i think i look better in person
gold t–th, i’m smurking
you know r1, he’s lurking
i ain’t gotta worry ’bout him
he gon’ let it off for certain
free up my n-gga like trigglet
that’s a real trapperholic
anytime we go in halves
that pack coming in brolic
raw is raw
seen man cough up and then vomit
trap to bands
see my line moving all sonic
what you mean ’bout dead it?
you can’t take it back if you said it
me and r1 all stealth
that’s two burners in a wedding
three up in a cartridge
one right where the head is
if you see me in a hoopty
you best know where i’m heading
the opps do my head in
smokey settings
casual day, casual wettings
he tried run away
but bro won’t let him
bro fist a man up in jail like eddy from tekken

[verse 2: headie one]
both of them colours in the bando
and the quality’s decent
i get it all gone, then i’m leaving
i just push peter griffin in cleveland
i tell my young boy, don’t ever think about thieving
now it’s ninety on the m with a skeng
just cah the workers got gready
straight drop, it’s tt
i’m talking no magic, no houdini
if there’s ammunition needed
i spend couple racks easily
don’t worry ’bout your new track leakin’
i can leave your head back leakin’
in the field, man scored like griezmann
i don’t really do conceding
playing up front all season
i don’t really do goalkeeping
skeng got a long nose like ibra
came for sweden
the mandem said the aim’s mad
i bet i pick him out like tweezers
these sweets, i’m dishing out freebies
i do it for myself or the gg’s
i gave my young boy that dial
and make sure everyting criss like breezy
four and a half in the bando
see me do mi work like riri
the got the bro blittz in jail
them trips he was doing was risky
he soon come back like a frisbee

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