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t-mula - bruce willis lyrics

[intro]
munroe
talk on my that’s loose
i’d rather die hard like willis
pop out a man like hey
then squeeze out and mash my pay
anytime the mandem pull up
my ting get back out they get sugar

[hook: t-mula]
talk on my name that’s loose
i’d rather die hard like willis bro’s got dark
i got light like bruce
look pagans tried to ride my block
took a wrong shot
something i’d duce
and their brodem tried to jump out their ride
aim for the wigs, duck duck goose

talk on my name that’s loose
i’d rather die hard like willis bro’s got dark
i got light like bruce
look pagans tried to ride my block
took a wrong shot
something i’d duce
and their brodem tried to jump out their ride
aim for the wig, duck duck goose

[verse 1: t-mula]
talk on my name that’s loose, talk on my name that’s loose
and doing up russ for the broners
man ‘a get the raise in goose
and your girl be feeling the gang so choose here your girl get scooped
and them real n-ggas turned into b-tches
man a call them man are bruce
wet, wet paigon drench (ching, ching)
took an l in the bando
no lie i felt crossed like ren
real n-ggas on the pitch
you never see this n-gga there on the bench
and excuse me darling i wanna do you up
so excuse my french

mad

nothing ain’t changing my hold
still shotgun bells
man served to the cats that’s light and buj(bow, bow)
that young boy’s really gon’ ride
that’s not about knives and holds(young boy)
trap trap in the bando nothing about life with joke
and nothing about life with joke
and man can’t f-ck with the popo
it’s like dem man f-ck with the cops
man a call them man they’re robo
trying to do top scorer
and i’m still turning with the mobo
and i’m feeling like conan
the way i stepped in on the opp with the wowo

[verse 2: taze]
bro have a combo with the paigons
i bet you a bag you gon’ say this
i still don’t know where taze is
what you done to bro was outrageous
you should’ve got bedded
am but i wanted him deaded(thank paramedics)
drop that melon
if you’re on me
you better mind out on who you’re telling
anytime the mandem pull up
my ting get back out they get sugar
ain’t it a thing, world on a full up
got my gloves, ballie and hood up
if i’m to be honest
i don’t care i promise
talk on my bro that’s loose i’m on it
when we’re rushed like gromit and wallace
dem man know i’ve always worn tops
i ain’t gonna lie to the fan
where are them man they’re off
man sold bare of them man tops
man don’t play with them man they’re opps
chat to the cops, you must be lost
her man’s an opp, she still give pop
billy on slot, spitting on c-ck
enough gyal in one enough gyal you want gwopp
she look marvellous when i beat
it’s like we cheat when we meet
it’s only s-x, it’s not that deep
so don’t get vexxed, when we don’t twee
she wanna go out and eat
what a f-cking cheat
stay in your lane you neek
stay in your lane you neek (f-cking, f-cking, f-cking)

[verse 3: russ]
pop out a man like hey
then squeeze out and mash my pay(go on)
hang in the air, nae nae
russ and taze we’re too b-llsy
step out i step with smoke
why you being on ropes?
come on opp boy man’s being on ropes
on it like tearing holds
big russ step out on violence
don’t run defend all that typing
big corn hit them with knifings
long sword we’re warring like vikings
get them sweet the black ting
m slash that we did what we did
bro you don’t know you could still get dipped
2 nut cases home in a bet
oh no bigging with 2pac
trap guns investing new ones
hit him in the room like “who’s that?”
bro had two hands up “who’s that?”
man bought it from cray they know that
and okay take the blame where your dorms at?
i don’t need no man bag
right hand got stick like grandad
and beat it, their lifestyle is hectic
still tryna move bricks like tetris
i’m on them yutes and i’m a’ end it
put hands on bro that’s a death wish
would’ve got corned but i left it
cah he f-cked with the pigs that make sh-t
and i can’t go jail for a black pr-ck
f-ck that they’re blue match its

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