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s13 (cge) - lightwork freestyle lyrics

[verse 1: s13]
they try talk on s13, like say i don’t ride for my g’s
you might catch some corn in your wig next time try slide through the green
and you said you got dingers, so let the cars talk like lightning mcqueen
don’t expect consignment p’s if you ever try give me a 9 of each
any script, anywhere, man flip that, back my mindy bait and dig that
i got sales and joints in the ride, we can’t get caught, the tactic’s decamp
the [?] don’t need no remat, fill it with petty, plate it, i’ll be glad
you ain’t ever spent weeks off ends with b cats, bro got a 10, now we gotta talk decat
that’s a pending charge, so i can’t disclose no traces
outstanding cases, finna have the kid sitting back on basic
bro said that you’re due to blow, take it serious, what games you playing?
i’m tryna fill these dots, skid on the opps and see what they’re saying
i don’t know these yutes but they say my name like kelly rowland
and i heard that he’s eating well, operations, i’m cutting bellies open
he got chinged and he got bun, that one there is rarely spoken
he got chinged and he got bun and i heard his eyes were barely open
jeet and skeet, gotta get this dough in, county lines, what i got involved in
and i feel like the feds evolving, bro foot down to the floor and smoke it
roll it, that is your friend we’re blowing, fill up the clip, whole clip man load it
let’s go there asap and toast it, bro slapped two when he stepped their zones quick
old school in the field like reyes, my 15 gon’ tear through layers
them man there don’t want no smoke, they’re a bunch of f-gs like a box of players
and just know when i hit that 6, ain’t no cricket, no one deya
feds over there in a blue mondeo, gotta stay low ’cause i got this yayo

[verse 2: broadday]
what do you mean that we ain’t in the field? my bro, no, it don’t make sense
if i hop out the ride for the k!ll, i ain’t tryna see man jump that fence
up close, personal, no persil when a man get washed and drenched
see the handting cute, yeah the handting cute but the dot-dot hench
don’t you know that the war is ments?
hence, guys on the sideline better just hop that fence
four man, three waps, not one word said
four door focus but it’s three door cah the back door’s broken, joketing
but we still went there on the opp block, two dot-dots, one handting smoking
just playing and praying then praying and praying and praying that we left him open
i be spraying and spraying and spraying until man splash and kweff like ocean
if you’re talking war then i’m up in the ride, don’t show bro no emotion
if i hop out the ride it’s silent, violent, night, don’t cause commotion
i got t-t white, buj came through like night
never had a whip, on the bike, on foot with my knife
i was in —– with a dot-dot, bro was in the back with a handting
if we hopped out on that day, clap-clap-clap-clap, it’s a madting

[verse 3: stickup]
come, let’s go to the other side
they don’t wanna see kiz or reach in the ride, on my mother’s life
onto who? please specify, i’m married to the streets, i can’t untie
how many drugs have we supplied? give us the cash and we provide
in the zones up countryside but still we ain’t satisfied, buy and sell, sell and buy
and how much pressure has been applied? we done it on foot, we did not glide
and if i get bagged, that’s bail denied, guilty or not, i’m verified
do what i do, safety off, we shoot and shoot
we get the grub and we move and move
wait, i didn’t even know it was a unmarked car ’til the lights turned blue
pebs on me, i have to shoot and no way am i losing this food
(pebs on me, i have to shoot, and no way am i losing this food)

- s13 cge lyrics

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