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sin squad (ss) - it is what it is lyrics

[chorus: mloose]
pedal bike ting man we shift them gears (shift them)
same way that we do it in whips (skrrr)
we really put corn in clips (bow!)
more time we just pray that a opp boy slips
like how can he talk on we when their friend got his headtop fried like chips (how?)
rambos on hips, so if you about gang then it is what it is
pedal bike ting man we shift them gears (shift them)
same way that we do it in whips (skrrr)
we really put corn in clips (bow!)
more time we just pray that a opp boy slips
like how can he talk on we when their friend got his headtop fried like chips (how?)
rambos on hips, so if you about gang then it is what it is

[verse 1: lr]
the niners ain’t got no waps (no waps)
letting off fireworks fudgilant lads
it’s been a year and i’m still on tag f+ck the system wanna lock my batch
it’s all f+cked when we’re all out of tag, come to the ends with your phones on snap facts we had fat mates doin’ dash tell kb put his foot on the gas
step round there leave everything splashed, i can’t lie the mandem got bagged
still put crack in plastic bags, chill on their fence better hashtag lampz
my rambo won’t bend are you mad jump out rides and i unclip that
i beg a opp boy tell me who’s bad, jag i see askab be a mad
jump out vehicles itching in backs (ching)
about 4 man left their batch
i can never be like that (never!)
pull up on their lane get shot and splashed (bow!)
rshomz got shot in his back facts we leave verbal for them tw+ts
golden boot go do the maths, just seen undies man have to dash
[chorus: mloose]
pedal bike ting man we shift them gears (shift them)
same way that we do it in whips (skrrr)
we really put corn in clips (bow!)
more time we just pray that a opp boy slips
like how can he talk on we when their friend got his headtop fried like chips (how?)
rambos on hips, so if you about gang then it is what it is
pedal bike ting man we shift them gears (shift them)
same way that we do it in whips (skrrr)
we really put corn in clips (bow!)
more time we just pray that a opp boy slips
like how can he talk on we when their friend got his headtop fried like chips (how?)
rambos on hips, so if you about gang then it is what it is

[verse 2: stewie]
i got my bro to the end i don’t know about leaving friends that’s tragic
gang got the best of burners i don’t know about 40 handtings (i don’t!)
someone tell me i’m fibbin’ car slide round and do that slapping (bow, bow!)
no average dippings everyone knows it’s serious splashers (ching, ching!)
serious stabbings, wet, drench, i leave them cabbage (ughhh!)
bro went to the block with it full came back round with none in the handting (bow, bow!)
gave children the golden thought it was cool gang cheffed them and left them plankin’ (d+ckhead!)
f+ck all of the see say, she say sh+t if it gets to the time i’ll bang it (i will!)
i know i should have been in school but i was throwin’ up l’s doin’ purple flaggin’ (gang, gang!)
this bad b’s playin’ it cool but she’s but she gets to the gaff and she’s doin’ up gaggin’ (ughhh!)
if i run up in yards i’m takin’ it all ain’t leavin’ a spec no cappin’ (i ain’t!)
when bully b’s passin through gotta keep it smooth and don’t try panic
for my cousin i rise this woosh for all of them f+ckboys there ain’t rampin’ (d+ckhead!)
all of these trips gang took rollin’ round with a rambo’s matchin’ (ching, ching!)
jigga j’s known for the slappin’ he’s doin’ up action he’s doin no actin’ (bubush!)
bro got birded for serious splashings now everyone knows what’s happened (how?)
[chorus: mloose]
pedal bike ting man we shift them gears (shift them)
same way that we do it in whips (skrrr)
we really put corn in clips (bow!)
more time we just pray that a opp boy slips
like how can he talk on we when their friend got his headtop fried like chips (how?)
rambos on hips, so if you about gang then it is what it is
pedal bike ting man we shift them gears (shift them)
same way that we do it in whips (skrrr)
we really put corn in clips (bow!)
more time we just pray that a opp boy slips
like how can he talk on we when their friend got his headtop fried like chips (how?)
rambos on hips, so if you about gang then it is what it is

[verse 3: mloose]
ever since that day that bored up snaps (ching, ching!)
i ain’t ever seen n+gga flexin’ snaps
have you ever circled the opp block tryna locate the tryna know google maps
spotted one now he’s doin’ up laps that’s why slap had to let that tap (bow!)
wavey got bored in his back that boy lucky he ain’t turn pack
we’re winning the beef and you know that’s facts
remember that time dv collapsed and fouyad tried turn back to the flats, backed out his shank, and still got splashed, and he screamed help
and phoned the police like how many times have i dust these neeks and they give me chat like look at the g and bully got 10 like look at the street

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