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reekz mb - lock orff lyrics

[chorus: reekz mb]
come with your scram, come with your whopper
better have sweets, and it better be proper
said he got grub, said he a shotter
and if the price ain’t right for a blocka, everything lock orff
come with your scram, come with your whopper
better have t–th, and it better be proper
said he got grub, said he a shotter
but if the price ain’t right for a blocka, everything lock orff

[bridge: sdg]
i know hyenas that ride with ninas
they out to k!ll for that cocaina
i used to link the albanians
but my new connect is from argentina
the block is hot like jalapeñas
take a lot of steps like a caterpillar
if i catch you, when you’re lacking
with that coco, i’m a happy n-gga

[verse 1: reekz mb]
first off imma kick man’s face in
anytime we meet on the pavement
roads know what he did in the statement
man turn big in the station
and boys get poked in the eyelid for what they think they saw
dip man down in the broad day like i don’t think no more
manna coming on a bro ting
manna coming like i owe dem
nah g, i don’t owe you sh-t
man i rid my time i ain’t phoned them
nah
cah dem man frauding
they don’t do that they just talking
ring-ring, trap in the morning
they got ms on benz and porsches
nah, nah that’s not my portion
i need a yard so big i can’t walk in
i need cake i can stick my fork in
just me and a farmer talking
on a nice day, like “you alright, mate?”
you got shotguns, swing ’em my way
jerked this punk on a thursday
and smoke one punk on a friday

[verse 2: sdg]
f-ck a website, in real life i follow man
if i fed you, just keep it real and just honour man
‘cos moretime i ignore n-ggas when they holla man
don’t be claiming that we’re enemies, you don’t bother man
i can show you two faces like a hologram
if i spend a buck you’ll see a gunner with hollows man
people telling me i’m clumsy ‘cos i’ll drop a man
those dumb clowns had a fake strap tryna rob a man
i’m a dirty boy no condom on i’m gonna bang
we’re defenders, tell the strikers we can stop a man
we ain’t drinking tea i’m putting on your kettle
move up slowly on your roley, let me see that metal
onsight that n-gga on the mains
cover dem clothes in stains
come thru in a ringed out range
when i do road it’s pain
when i do trap it’s god
i’m on the pirate’s flex
slayz getting g-ssed in chains
ain’t nuttin ’bout that sh-t

[verse 3: reeko squeeze]
wake up to phone calls
i’m a doctor, locals still walking around with a blowtorch like
i used to ride out in ghost school
say wit your whopper?
you ain’t way no big so you wanna act like you a shotter like
n-gga you ain’t saying you a nutter
strictly speaking
if a n-gga violate me in the morning
imma see him by the evening like
dem n-ggas some baby they teefing
i make gyal call me mister
how that boy your friend? you get brain off his sister
try cry even tears like sizzla
there’s a million gangsters
a lot of scar-faces, a lot of nino guys
alot of american gangsters
you n-ggas unknown, you just random
you n-ggas unknown, you just random
fam i know your girl
she came round here and gave uck to the mandem
you n-ggas watch films you just acting
none of you boys are active
and you think you know me
and you think you see me cah you see me on this rap ting
i’ll catch him in jd and slap him
i’m strait cling wrapping
don’t blame your girl when she come see me cah she said that you’re lacking
n-gga just chill, i’ll give her back den

- reekz mb lyrics

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