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s a s - i ain't inna that lyrics

mega:
yeah knox on the beat
it’s a c.t.e./dipset thing
u.k. to a-town, stand up
yeah, real talk
writer, i see you

verse 1
mega:
i’ma ball when it come to b-tches, i pick and roll
i’m in the beamer with christina, she dip it low
give a f-ck what ya -ss thought
we the reason american b-tches coppin’ p-ssports
oi oi, london boys, all the groupies sure
that we have more cheese than a gucci store
and yeah i’m on the p-ss tip
beef, you wanna squash it
my man dem catch bodies like a moshpit, what b-tch
you can see we grind
believe me i am fly like the back of the wings of that
dp9
i’m in the air in that new coupe
and see-through roof
f a infrared my scales got a bluetooth
lots of pain when i rock the chain
it got me lookin’ like the hunchback of notredame, d-mn
park up the range, hop out wit’ a scarf in the rain
hard in my game, it’s hard to explain

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s.a.s.:
fake shottas that act like they g’s
i ain’t inna that
snitch, rats, imposters, and thieves
i ain’t inna that
trickin’ them b-tches, coppers and d’s
i ain’t inna that
we mash bees, the mobsters with me
let’s get inna that
man takin’ my city for joke
i ain’t inna that
actin’ h-ssadiity but broke
i ain’t inna that
you look silly, we pity you folks
i ain’t inna that
we keep it gritty wit’ millies we tote
let’s get inna that

verse 2
mayhem:
whoa, oh no, nos caliente
dressed to kill, i’m fresh for real
in that new super car, rims stretched the wheel
we them young superstars givin’ vex the chills, i’ll
extra trill, flip o’s, move ‘caine
s-x appeal, your chick knows who’s name
let’s be real, i get dough and you lames
couldn’t strike the blow, i flip like my moods changed
whoa, and i’m gone again
clean up, re-up and it’s on again
the mayor’s under, you ever seen may in summer
you would say he a major stunna
so what’s going on mate, what the business is
ain’t nuttin’ wrong, state what ya business is
this is real talk, we really living it
hit your premises, and leave wit no witnesses

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verse 3
slick pulla:
pulla man, i tote two smokin’ bounties
for the cash i might sn-tch yo’ -ss like brad pitt
bake the layer cake, yea it’s all in the mix
andre agasee, it’s all in the wrist
stand-up guys, don’t f-ck wit’ you queers
wit’ toast we deliver the block, we go chez
ask rocky, he know ’bout them georgia boys
he knows how we roll, strapped up wit’ a couple toys
yeah, and i style on haters
when i yok on that block thing, they call it snick
baters
cookies in a plastic bag, vanilla wafers
it’s a yes with the steel, we’ll flambe ya

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