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sneakbo - f*** it lyrics

[intro/hook: sneakbo]
f-ck it, f-ck it, f-ck it, f-ck it
i got opps there i got opps here and i love it, love it, love it
back out the ting and bun him
(f-ck it, f-ck it, f-ck it)

(verse 1: sneakbo)
get jerked peng giving dat back
i finesse man take mans grub make a yg hit dat trap (bando)
tell him flip dat split dat gwop invest in a brand new rah
tell a opp boy please don’t lack last night somebody got blammed
talk nuff man done man chat
touch me you can hold some corn
bad boy since 90 do that year couple real gs born
i got things on things on things right now tryna score some points
walk around with joints on joints us man been making noise
them man are just twitter boys
n-ggas know the team is gg
i’m old school like kukz and be
i don’t trap i used to sell weed
now i rap my stack is on fleek
they hate me but have to rate me (das right)
i love girls and girls they love me
i’m well known in plenty countries
my opps drop like humpty-dumpty (bow)
l!ck a man down with the hand ting, l!ck a man down with the tray
l!ck a man down on the backroad, l!ck a man down on the mains
l!ck a man down for the mandem, l!ck a man down for my bae (boom)
l!ck a man down like what, l!ck a man down then buss case

(hook: sneakbo)
f-ck it, f-ck it, f-ck it, f-ck it
i got opps there i got opps here and i love it, love it, love it
back out the ting and bun him
shoulda seen how dat spun him
big fat corn gone done him
dem boy best start running
f-ck it, f-ck it, f-ck it

(verse 2: s wavey)
like f-ck it (boom)
see dem man anywhere my n-gga man he’ll crash it
spent two bags on a .32 n-gga that’s masheen (bu bu bu boom)
shoulda seen the way he ten toes n-gga that’s dasheen
so why they talk so w-sseen
s finesse they love the style
your girlfriend’s catting going wild
she got the d it’s going down
i know her boyfriend he’s a clown
man speak the truth in the booth
don’t tark too much cos man’ll shoot
shoot your man out his loubs
then skurring off in the coup (skudududududu)

(verse 3: j boy)
f-ck it (f-ck it)
man skur on a opp with a dots bang t then bruck it
and the man just chat bout beef better know i love it
don’t tark too much bang creep with the blade then cut him (skrr)
like jigga man gang who’s running
came with the woof that bark twice
not nice and i’ll put it on my dargs life
hot spice better show what my charm like
never been a judge but i give a gyal hard times
like f-ck it, f-ck it, f-ck it
we coming, coming, coming
man aigon bop h-lla straight to the top and we ain’t stopping for nuttin

(verse 4: m dargg)
we dem aigon n-ggas
everybody’s tryna kkk like we racist to n-ggas
splish and they splash till they dead man this life wasn’t made for these n-ggas
tryna get paid with my jiggas
man i’m tryna get laid and go jiggas (jigga man gang)
with bro s wavey and jugg
6 shots she rise for my hood
f-ck it, pull up bang and rub it (skurr)
man walk with it
after you hunt a man come and pull up, bang and done it
last smoke like greek gherkin man bun it
duracells in a double, man bruck it
know something of the guys man rush him
c24 gang man run in, run in, run in

(verse 5: bellzey)
man just crept in
mans not resting
don’t tell me bout dem man
i’m not interested
he’s not gangster
he’s just flexing
he’s not bout dis
so man just swept him
jump in dat car
start dat engine
look at dat west ting
she’s looking all tempting
ride out and burst man
mans never attempting
community service
mans never attending (never)

- sneakbo lyrics

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