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tookie (gbg) - winners and sinners lyrics

{intro + tookie, skatloose, mad l, fg}
(winners)
(certified chingers)
(fat glocks, dot dot)
(get yourself mopped up)
(and i still put blade in n+ggas)

(lurk, lurk)
(ads come, that’s holes in tops)
(we’re takin’ the p+ss and we f+ck your thots)
(your block is a cut+through, secure your block)

(two hands and tools, better pray that i miss)
(had a dotty in my bag, two bells in the ting)
(get the yang, get the king)
(break it down and things)
(smoke bare amm but it’s coming in bits)

(talk ’bout ride you ain’t like dat)
(talk dat whip talk but you ain’t like dat)
(said he got bits of the amm, i like dat)
(talk dat whip talk but you ain’t like dat)

{verse 1 + tookie}
winners
certified chingers
fat glocks, dot dot
get yourself mopped up
and i still put blade in n+ggas
realest
ad trap, mash slang and mish it
ayy, jump out sh+t and finish
beefin’ bare punk neeks and fibbers
f+ck it, f+ck it
go on den bring it
back dat, see bare bums and knickers
i don’t even know for dem dons’ yutes
wanna talk on when he knows dat he isn’t
like, kmt, you’re trippin’
dash off now, don’t start and trip him
straight ridin’ and back dat instant
judge got the gang locked from a distance
man’a get kwenged, shaved like gillettes
hands in grub, man’s still sinnin’
hands on the brush, man turn van gogh
colour down dons and i paint dat image
never like dem cah i’m gully and wicked
duh duh duh, ching, ching, chingings
little man forced on this life, all these jokemen guys
deep down, man his heart ain’t in it

{verse 2 + skatloose}
lurk, lurk
ads come, that’s holes in tops
we’re takin’ the p+ss and we f+ck your thots
your block is a cut+through, secure your block
bad boy tings, got devilish thoughts
brixton boys, we’re brixton bullies
diligent step, that’s us in hoodies
i’m tryna make bands
still general ting, tryna splash and dip
four in my hands bro
come we just drill it and step
ad sh+t, hit dons quick, man do it and skid
do it and go, get that bruce
oh my days it’s skat+skatloose
they tell lies and we tell truth
like, shorty used to get man juiced
if i ever dash i’m comin’ back loose
and bro got his hands on it too
four plus two, that’s two four doors
five man stuffed in each, that’s ten man breaking laws
and i back mine, you better back yours
gun zoom fifteen at doors
don’t let me hear there’s opps in the party

{verse 3 + mad l}
two hands and tools, better pray that i miss
had a dotty in my bag, two bells in the ting
get the yang, get the king
break it down and things
smoke bare amm but it’s coming in bits
talk smoke, get your headback wigged
i’ll ride for my squad, i’ll ride for my clique
anything for the bro, i’ll rise up the stick
get the amm and tram and go slang dat
for the money or bands i go grab dat
ot, bare rocks, cats and the fat stack
mash bare works on dem, they can’t chat back
holes in chest, that one he won’t hype dat
for the money or bands i’ll go grab dat
ot, bare rocks, cats and the fat stack
mash bare works on them, they can’t chat back

{verse 4 + fg}
me and t on the mains, that’s mazza
dem man good but dem man just chatter
shank come long, come long like ladder
back it out den you can show who’s badder
bando in the cut, that’s madder
free shhh, got locked for the hammer
got like sixteen years in the slammer
got me like d+mn, how they do him so dirty?
dot dot, rob the three, it’s not worthy
one two, ding dong, i’m swervy
free j, got nicked from early
trap cah the bands come first b
more time man’s beefin’ snitches
dem man talk so dem man just witness
man ride to leave man in stitches
dem open wounds, you can’t fix it
stop tellin’ like some b+tches
more time i’m kway for the riches
small stack and you warn talk business
man grab the stack and i mish
they had bro locked down cah he active
he’a beef my beef, i’ll back it
stop talk ’bout ridin’
when i was ridin’, man the opps dem hidin’
said he got bits of the amm, i like dat
talk dat whip talk but you ain’t like dat
(talk ’bout ride, you ain’t like that)
talk dat whip talk but you ain’t like dat
(talk ’bout ride, you ain’t like that)
talk dat whip talk but you ain’t like dat
said he got bits of the amm, i like dat
talk that whip talk but you ain’t like dat

- tookie gbg lyrics

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