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strika - the str8 drop lyrics

[intro]
i’m about to get real disrespectful in this motherf+cker
flarezofficial
you are now locked in, with pacmantv

[verse]
let me tell you a few of my favourite things
big guns and f+ck+off chings (big yanks)
i love when this linephone dings
nokia rings, h+lla peb get’s fling (fling that)
most known, no need to be said
everyone knows that i kweff man’s head (kweff it down)
roll with it religiously (religious)
i ain’t [?] peace it’s peak (no i ain’t)
pull up on their block, they hide, they seek
with my sawn+off tucked, or it might be the glee (skrr bow)
beg man run up on me
that’s numerous wounds for an ic3 (ying it, ying it)
[?] got h+lla bros on go
rapper response, they do what they told (run ’em up)
lift him, make a big man fold (fold)
that n+gga hot, then we’ll turn him cold
let me beef with a burner it’s handle (handle)
any opp gets slaughtered, mangled
t+team no lacking (no lacking)
if you see me, i’m definetly packing (that’s right)
back then it was me, triple s in the ride
zk+s out, trynna’ pack him
i swear i gotta’ give it to s
got the golden boot, broski’s rapid (yes he is)
rapid, swinging my blade, eratic
bro scored so many goals, fantastic (grrr)
back into the agb+s it’s tragic (bow bow)
pull up, lean and slap it (bow bow)
i ain’t seen no speech, just crashing
lurking and rob, and shoot on badness (no i ain’t)
but the block is vacant
okay let me catch me a paitent
aim for his dome, trynna’ catch me a paigon (yeah)
that’s top of a n+gga, lacing (bow)
lacing, or it’s angle the arms man shave him
back+strap gang, man face him (back+strap)
wanna’ live like rick, gotta’ give it to ross
i’m a young, tapped ag boss (ag)
shave more work, get your head back rocked
my young boy tapped, love drillin’ a lot (ying that)
when it come to the war, i’m sinnin’ a lot
shotout blitz, loves cl!cking a lot (free blitz)
jailhouse thing, get lit with a [?]
jailhouse thing, get lit with a [?]
i’m waring oldschool friends, yes i’m trynna’ wig auntie’s son
that’s long trench coat, double latex on, that’s a [?] when i back this gun
hop out, or smoke like a vulcano erupted (bow)
man bucked on way got busted
copped a new handy, man it comes rusty (kick+back)
back then i used to do it on a ridgeback
now i just fling it on sports when i cl!ck that (sportscar)
roll up quick, trynna’ corn a pumpkin
still get a drop, got the whole block jumpy
even their friends hiding, still dump him
you don’t wanna’ hear the .44+s thumping
the gangdem knock a man down like skittles
we bucked gsqueeze get left in a pickle (pickle)
and no, i ain’t talking bogus
it’s only cheff wounds [?] hold him
leave man crawl on the floor, man fold him
man you know it’s on sight, if you scream out “on fo’enem”
how man glides have i crept no konan
beat off corn, trynna’ make them limbo (limbo)
im a real fistfight like kimbo
i swear i gotta’ give it to blitz bro (yes i do)
i swear i gotta’ give it to (free blitz)
just do it like yevz when i lose my temper (ying that)
like, corn down any opp member
quick knock him down like jenga
angle the arms of swing my cheffer (grr, bow, rrah)

- strika lyrics

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