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striker (y.acg) - life in the dungeons lyrics

had two swords and a gun in the eye
squeezed eight times in the opp block but nothing came out cah the ting was jamming
got chased by the opps with skengs, i was like f-ck off sh-t i was dashing
but i came back with a shotgun, twin dot dot told the opps im landing
this beef tings f-cking long i wanna kick back in the bando trapping
this girl dont want me slanging, slow down b you dont know whats happening
bare shootings and bare stabbings, i need me a gun and thats why im stacking
relax your mouth young man, you might go war for alla the chatting
i live in the council dungeons, im the product of where i come from
watering out my brothers we got things that’ll get that job done
fiends, kitties, nitties, craving the alley all for the yumyum
two two step in the trenches, coz i gotta test this ting on someone
stoosh lil gyal warn c-cky, slow down b youre my opp boys sister
im chatting sh-t, bring that body and suck on my wood for a dinner
we were the youngens riding, young men had two skengs ina dinger
i might go h-ll for the drillings, lord forgive me for being a sinner
guns, drugs, cutters
these are awards that i got unlocked
forty grams of the white in the kitchen, flung that straight inda pot
its not fun in the slums i sleep with the shotty, thats my cot
my older had six bells in the tray, he let three ina mans top
big dot dot garn pop
if i go prison ill blood anyone that tries it i can’t get bullied
i was up there trynna hit him, with that skeng all tucked in my hoodie
lions, wolves, snakes, thats what you see when you come to the hood b
dab with the blade, two two step be a place and my shank and boogie
im shotting rocks, locked in the block, notes are making my world
theres war in the ends now feds want [?] supporter locked in jail
.45 or 400 bells trynna make gun shot turn a man into a girl
on the block im making profit, stood in the corner hitting sales
this gyal trynna cat for my babies, are you a tramp you stupid yat, slow down b-tch your crazy
your girl just gave me uck, i dont get vex go get your lady
my work is bugging my back coz im always in the trap trynna break down stacey
serve cats man do that daily
samurais in the ride just swerving, i got the swords thatll hurt him
bros got sweets in the ting trynna burst him
he hid man like sherman, he werent trynna shot, he was just learning
hows man lipsing pum in a public toilet thats concerning
up suh in a crack house pebbling
always attacking the pitch, these man defend like a b-tch like bellerin
whitney all in the bag, dash in a bowl and i watch that settle in
thirty z’s in my bag, i was in the flats out there just selling it
trynna slang and jugg that medicine
man got a shank on man, compote man in a sec when im walking
buss one shot and the kick nearly bruck off my arm man it was so jarring
doing up trap in the night, its time for a break then im back inda morning
im trynna eat food at bay, but i found steak and the kits keep calling
rambo sergeant, five supporters, out inda bludclart frontline
man can’t touch my soldiers, blood in the path if you touch my bloodline
practise ground in the park, i was with the dark in the strip trynna buss mine
ball with the tugs, then i came back to the trap in time for lunchtime
blast mans hat, slap that mac, feed some corn to your bestie
hatchet came so lengthy, dip splash put man on telly
thought when i bruck mans jaw ill do it again on a real dont tempt me
vocal lessons are paying off, now we singing like kelly
money,money,money, thats all i want, and thats what im spending
was shotting for hours flat, towers serving shots to my best friend
used to live in reddings, started beef but it had no ending
now i got sh-lls in my message, that was two dots and a ting i was sending

- striker y acg lyrics

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