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tizzy gang - junk food lyrics

[verse 1: tre mission]
know i’ve got the junk food everytime
junk food there for the junkies
chunks of the cha cha on deck
crunch that down ’cause they’re chunky
64785
dun know, trap line trunky
who say the milly ain’t live?
vp line where the thugs be
mission man back and it’s grungy, yo
ever since ace said whoa
kane told me keep it low
i was knee-deep in snow
he was knee-deep in sniff
i was too deep with bro
now i’m waist-deep in this work
’cause we was too deep in his home
corn by the ounce and the fiends out
purp in the cup like we leaned out
tizzy gang coming like barça
know what it is when the team’s out
new hitlist for the new year
coming like it’s gonna get cleaned out
these n-gg-s move like hoes
all they wanna do is get peened out

[verse 2: cadell]
07950 79-
8805, my brudda, let’s break bread
if you bag food bare-hands, you’re a basehead
how you gonna touch it and you don’t use latex?
came from the bold in the east
ygs roll with heat so discrete like tre said
time’s money and money can’t be wasted
if they don’t wanna listen then make them
came from the 3, got n-gg-s in the 6
and beef in the 9 (got beef with the opps)
can’t ask if i done that
why you speaking of crime? (don’t speak to the opps)
i stay two steps ahead
just bobbing and weave with the time (bob, then i weave)
i said two steps ahead
bob, weave with the times (buss shot like)
and i’d be lying if i said it’s just bars
when i die, all my akhis will make dua
and i put one hand on the bible
no disrespect to the qur’an
because religion and politics ain’t stopping us
we’ve got the block on the back for one nation
i’ve recently seen the light
and i’m starting to become patient

[bridge: cadell]
i did a little dab for the feds
and i don’t even like that dance
how you gonna call for a big bit
talking ’bout buying in parts?
i did a little dab for the feds
and i don’t even like that dance
how you gonna call for a big bit
talking ’bout buying in parts?

[verse 3: merky ace]
waist-deep, i ain’t tryna drown, though
used to be a pauper, still had a crown though
most reckless yg with a south flow
in the music scene, in the trap house blow
we move to fiends, didn’t man’s spouse know?
give them the number, gone, missing
you was inside doing ‘narn, fishing
said it’s just head, why was y’all kissing?
broke boy, you ain’t got time for relations
you ain’t got scrams, you’re faking
home invasions, ting called infiltration
true colours show and them man are all paigons
and i don’t rate them, but they all rate me
how you get boxed and talk? that’s lame, b
how you get wrapped and you got your .380?
everyone talking ’bout shooting
till it’s in their palm, then a man ah move shaky
called up johnny, he was like “no way, g”
then vs came through with the slap weh
dare a man p-ss through, he can get slapped there
hands on tre or c?
that’s a draw-out for man like a-c-e
immediately
like when the yout came crying to me
i flew off the stage, put him to sleep ’cause i’m active
walk round with tings, make man backflip
jump out of bush and then brandish
don’t think i come with no matchstick
hold the flamethrower two-handed
ain’t a flamethrower but it tans skin
up and down the hill, i was panting
ten toes up, tryna stack for a mansion
but i’ve got a trailer
skrrt for the living in a ride like ricky
beat your girl on a backseat with no jimmy
then i do the dash cuh the cats call fi me
oh so tizzy
bangers and mash with the junk food, you see me?

[bridge: cadell]
i did a little dab for the feds
and i don’t even like that dance
how you gonna call for a big bit
talking ’bout buying in parts?

[chorus: tre mission]
corn by the zip for the rusty
cup on the scale ’cause it’s dusty
i don’t chase gyal, that’s thisty
i was doing trey with the custies
trust me, the feds wanna poach me
these n-gg-s on the road wanna hunt me
ace got the scram and he brung me
he’s down for the ride and he’s dumpy
know i’ve got the junk food everytime
junk food there for the junkies
chunks of the cha cha on deck
crunch that down ’cause they’re chunky
64785
dun know, trap line trunky
who say the milly ain’t live?
vp line where the thugs be

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