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sin squad – #sinsquad mad about bars w/ kenny allstar [s3.e19] lyrics

[intro: kenny allstar]
i’m ready for this one
it’s kenny allstar
giving the streets what they want
one time for npk
let’s do this
right now, man’s showcasing the dark side of tottenham
uncs. gp. kayykayy. let’s go in

gunnerrrr

(first beat: @simpzbeatz)
[verse 1: gp]
if it ain’t my sinners, it’s my gms, that be pressuring curbs
that’s two in a q in the bando then i phone bro like let’s see bird
when i step it’s nike or hugo, never used to see me in slazenger
bad b warn bruck her neck, when she see me in the p-ssenger
bad b warn bruck her neck, is it only me or she got no bra
bro dishin out packs of dark, thats 8 on a ounce of buj
true say that the guys are shook
they don’t jump out, they drive and look
true say that they don’t take risks, them man bruck they hide and diss
free up ? and free up six
locked in the wing cos they handle their biz
still get ? when sin squad step
now the boys in blue wanna take my friends
heard there’s opps, chillin wit them man
someone’s fools if you think we’re friends
get slumped or you get cheffed
half hearts contemplate on a vest
? dip that down til it bends
oh sh-t, how the f-ck did it bend
that 4 5 is immense, hollow tip sweep a horse off its legs
i trapped hard for that bread, slide thru masked up with some lead
got duracells in that dotts, don’t slip n slide you’ll get shot
when i’m blacked out like a goth, i’m creeping max house for his dosh
don’t make a sound you’ll get boxed
don’t move around you’ll get shot
? nose in my palm, show me what you got in your loft
where’s the keys, where’s the crops? i want everything that you got

[verse 2: uncs]
sin squad step, get it correct
aim for your chest not for your leg
when i step demon thoughts
tryna put blood on my sword
? gon lean and bop with that dotts
while i p o bop with that glock
i got many girls in south, cah they know in north i’m a boss, hey
skid, skrr serious lurk
i see big men looking like nerds, sin squad step, lurk, sick in the head disturb
s skid skr, countless times
or wheels on the pedal go round
sin squad lurk step on your turf
o, givin these little boys clout
fat shank on my waist like j, i jump out don’t scream or shout
run man down ah, i had the thing on me
had to duck from the c i d
this beef is intense
we beefin big men, gunshots and raindrops you get drenched

[verse 3: kayykayy]
sin squad pull up and left sh-t drenching
park lane bop thru the ? already
??? with six on the spin
got bells on the dotty it’s way too heavy
you don’t wanna see oj in his dip
splash man down in nikes, not wellies
couldn’t really give two f-cks bout niners that’s why we done up the woods already
p or bk what where, you was there when your friend got teared
it’s ments, all the opps are scared
they’re dishing out smoke and they’re dishing out air
sin squad step with countless things
we drenched old men and countless kids
we taped off blocks and countless strips
all now nuttin ain’t bounced or hit

splash, park lane bop
sh-t then a opp got shot
4 door whiz me jv and shots
sin squad step on anyone’s block
black blade drench up anyone’s boss
kayykayy stain up anyone’s gwop
still no losses, your friend got got
it ain’t my fault, we’re just on job
my sinners steps
my laners bop
i don’t clean stains with no average mop
i do them drills and it’s all for the squad
the life i live is on tops
beefing cops and wannabe opps
them man snitch, got gang in the box
they’ll soon come home that’s back where they belong
that’s back where they belong

(second beat: @m1onthebeatproducer)

[kenny allstar]
shoutout to simpz on the production on the last one
hail up m1onthebeat on this one
so it’s kenny allstar, we’re going back in again
it’s the dark side of totty, it’s mixtapemadness.com
all of that good stuff
sin squad

[verse 4: uncs]
she said she love me what a lie, i just love these rides, ey
did he get 13 did he get 9, italian shoes so boy i look fly
i’m with rambo, he might murder a guy
sin squad step, fit 9 in a kid
or we put heat in a neek
opps got beef with a g
9 in a jesus piece
you don’t believe in jesus, why you got a jesus piece
her man wan diss, i still got love for my wood green chick
4 4 dotts, rambos and fl!cks – baby your man can’t do it like this
we lurk, we lurk
leave blood on shirts
we splash consistent, that’s back road chingings
now mummy can’t find her kitchen
we trap, mash and violate gs
everybody bop, can’t do it like me
i’m on ? like fbg
it’s me p rico, durk n me
defending the block like kompany or defending the block like vidic
man’s up front, rashford no missing
don’t lack, jv on my hip, i pray that i don’t get caught like…
i pray that i don’t get caught like swift. if i ever do – swing n ching
sin squad step and make man drown
10 o’clock news if they want clout, he got 13 shoulda got more, and this food peng like lira galore
nah, they can’t do it like me
i’m on oblock with chief & keef

[verse 5: kayykayy]
can’t step in my park lane district
that strip’s restricted, my mum’s just tripping, asking me where’s her kitchen, sorry it’s missing
sin squad step, get it correct
get dipped in your face, back, arm and chest
know that we slide with bells on deck
hit him on his back, he’s more than stressed
my lil bros just want ching and drench
they should’ve known better, they left him ments
right now the ls got too much skengs, i swear down six would’ve loved this sh-t
free bx would’ve loved it too
none of us drink but we all spill juice
trap & bang & splash these yutes
i heard that shh got smoked like zoots

shoutout sav cos he splashed these wallies
and i’m all stressed
my black blade still ain’t touched n0body
my ? boys got a ? ?
sh-lls too hot like coffee
i heard he try off somebody
sh-t den stress man he shoulda said sorry
i still get park lane boppy, when i buck opps i’m way too jolly
& uncs said the opps like wenger
free six that’s my favourite kweffer
anytime sin squad step that’s numerous holes in your jeans and sweater
how you gon diss on tracks when you did that dash when your friend got wet up?

gunnerrrr

[verse 6: gp]

way too chatty

how many times has sinners stepped and left big men in nappies
talk bout “do it on the lane”
should i talk bout six with sally
how’s man questioning me? i’m gp & i’m way too slappy
big bro got f-ckoff corn. same length as my duracell batteries
all the verbal on the net is long, i told lil bro go slap out macds
we drillers forreal, them man only drillers on traps or drillers on flatscreens
real money on armed response
lil bro rise out the pump in the taxi
i’m done with pressuring punks but i’m still in the ride with my shank in the backseat
i hate when they do the dash, them man fast, they running like ash
can’t be bummy like lampz so i hit the trap with bits of peng
b-tch ???? look like shrek
my brownin think i’m a keeper, sorry baby do i look like cech
oh sh-t, now i sound like uncs, 15 inch made the pagans run
they scream anything green get bun but every time they see wood green they run
they got so much hate for the 2s but never in their life have they spill some juice
do a drill then sip some juice
omg bro nearly hit 2
but i’m still glad bro hit 1 that’s another ooting that sin squad done
in the trap with the 2 in the blue
i ain’t going home till everything move
what golden boot? we do chingings and bootings most of the opps been touched by who?

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