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zone 2 - two flowz lyrics

[intro: ps]
woof
yeah, zone f-cking 2
p, narsty, skully
get me? yeah
woof

[verse 1: ps]
no artist, i don’t run out of bars (bars)
same way how man skrr, skrr, skrr, dip, dip when i run out of cars (skrr, skrr, dip, dip)
it might be a kitchen or a big ting, either way, i’ll dun out your clart (like, woof)
and when i come to the rave with that blade, rudeboy, get the f-ck out the dance (ayy, come out)
’cause this ting might f-ck up your chance (woof)
woof, i got beef on the streets (trust me)
but it’s ten-nil, someone still tell me why i’m still beefing these neeks (ayy, why)
even though they nerdy, dem man certi, ’cause them g’s never speak (they don’t snitch)
they say i might go jail, i’m like, “oh, well”, pow like lethal da b (bow)
like, n-gga, who’s beefin’ with p? (woof)

[verse 2: narsty & skully]
gyal too fast, she tryna go in my pocket (ayy, move)
like, gyal tryna know what’s up so she’s touching my waist and my wallet (ayy, move)
like, man had to tell gyal, “move”, man had to tell gyal, “stop it” (ayy, chill)
big man [?], so that means loadsa profit (trap, trap)
man, i’ll give it to my mummy, “i stacked that for you, that’s loadsa shopping”
man, i want a four-door lookin’ so peng inside, looking like a c-ckpit (narsty)
i’m trappin’, i’m trapped in the trap, you’re trapped in your girlfriend’s closet (closet)
and i bruck down packs of amn’ and this takes loadsa knowledge (skrr)

[verse 3: skully]
dicing down the pack of the crack, that takes loadsa knowledge (loads of knowledge)
bruckin’ down the pack of the amn’, that takes loadsa knowledge (you don’t know dat)
slide in the clip until i mash, that takes loadsa knowledge (yuu don’t know dat)
take a man’s box of the amn’, that means loadsa profit (trap, trap, trap)
bare cl-ss so you wanna link cells, and bare cl-ss b when i smoke that dope (loud)
and the zone 2’s keep on ringing, i swear down the [?]
sittin’ in the trap, in the bando dicing up smack
with a whole loada rocks, just doing up maths with a cat (trap, trap, trap, trap)
like

[chorus: narsty]
of course bro (of course)
might juck gyal, she can feel it up in her torso (of course)
i might ching man and then jump back on my [?] (yeah, of course)
gyallie on me, so i’m taking more than like four strokes (whoo)
of course bro (of course)

[verse 4: narsty]
hotbox in the german, whizz one-twos in the j-pan (narsty)
i’m with two of my bros and they’re both with me, that’s hashtag gangnam (ching)
see, i whiz one-twos, and i’m hitting like 50, i pray i don’t wrap that (whizz, whizz)
see, i still do me, doing road with the fiends, let the pack turn madman
ten toes down, ten toes down, like, man’s been ready (ten toes)
man’s been out, oh sh-t, look at the time, oh sh-t, it’s way past brekky
man’s been out, bro come vouch, oh sh-t, darg tryna leave man red-y
man’s been out, bro come vouch, on a good day, three-five from the zeddy

[verse 5: skully]
pebbles and mice, got rocks, no ice (no)
now you can set in the pot, add magic and i bet that it rocks up nice (whip, whip, whip, whip)
puttin’ in wrist work ’till my wrist hurts, and you know that i let that rise
i swear on my life, if you grab this pack then this —– can save your line (i swear)
pack can change your life (i swear)
in the four door truck with k just skrr-ing on guys (skrr, skrr, skrr)
n-ggas don’t know when i roll with the pole, you know that i roll to smoke (smoke)
n-ggas don’t know when i roll with the pole, they know that i roll to smoke (grr, bow)
dip, dip, splash in your coat, leave man hashtag smoked (ketchup)

[verse 6: ps]
like (p), wait, everyone stop for a second
’cause that short black n-gga with braces just bopped in with a weapon (and they know this)
and they noticed that i don’t slip, i don’t care when i’m steppin’ (i don’t care)
so don’t tell me ’bout who you know, ’cause i don’t care ’bout your bredrin (i don’t)
from back in the day, they didn’t know that i roll with the kitchen (woof)
they heard that i dip, dip, splash, now it’s like everyone’s listening (dip, dip)
and n0body don’t want it from p, ’cause i’ll turn a big man to a victim (yeah, i dip that)
and that smoke was turning man ments, so i’m tryna get crow out my system

[chorus: narsty]
of course bro (of course), might juck gyal
she can feel it up in her torso (of course)
i might ching man and then jump back on my [?] (yeah, of course)
gyallie on me, so i’m taking more than like four strokes (whoo)
of course bro (of course)

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