Paroles de la chanson Let's Lurk par 67

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Paroles de la chanson Let's Lurk par 67

[ASAP]
I've got mad hate for the undies
Moving like gyal, tryna cuff me (Dickhead)
.44 spin, that's rusty (mad)
And the corn is chunky (Mad)
More time, I be in the trap
With Chris Brown and Rita Ora
All the in and outs
To go hit the cells, it's hot like a sauna (Flame)
So I switch the trap
Flip the packs, I need all the mula (All of that, all of that)
Wagwan for the judge?

Done the mandem dirty (mad)
Free up my young G Pulloff (Free 'em)
Chopper on the ride, that's lengthy (Mad)
Fifty shot, the skeng's full up (Mad)
Niggas do the dash when man pull up (Dashing)

[LD]
Still outside drilling (Out 'ere)
Bro's came home from the jail, bought him a phone, then he made him a killing
Ops dem know where the hill is (Six), they ain't come around here (No)
Raise both arms up figure eight, that's two .44s in the air (Bow)
How you gonna do man dirty? (How?)
Bro whips that grub, man a whip that skeng
Got me feeling like Shirley (Whip)
Went from a twenty-five shot to a fifty shot

We don't know about 30s (Yeah, all of that, all of that)
Any time I phone my plug
Better know that call's nothing less than a birdie (All of that, all of that)
Put skengs in the car, then I phone my bro like, "Let's get lurky"

[LD]
Still pulling up, no messing (Pull up)
67, my brothers
Spare no one for my bredrins
Bitches be loving the gang
You see it all over my mentions
Put things in the car, let's lurk (All of that)
We ain't looking for normal pedestrians
How you gonna do man dirty? (How?)
Got things on things and we lurky

Get bricks on bricks from the plug
'Cause you know that my team's certi' (Gang)
How you gonna do man dirty? (How?)
Got things on things and we lurky
Get bricks on bricks from the plug
'Cause you know that my team's certi' (All of that, all of that, all of that)

[Giggs]
Get low-down, tell a man straight
Man already know, 67 and H
Three, four, five, six, seven man rolled up
Three .45, 67, man ate
Man just rolled up, pepper then doughnut
Two .45s then severed man's plates
Man's just colder, everyone load up
'Cause in this jungle, everyone's apes
I want everyone's cake

Man play hero? Bury man's cape
And there's bare subliminal riders
So what's everyone saying? (man's sayin'?)
And man ain't even on these games
But I noticed everyone's playing
And I don't even need no soldiers
Man know Hollowman's spraying
I've never really been on that running shit
Niggas know Hollowman's staying (Woof)
And way before all of this money shit
Niggas knew Hollowman's name
They love it when I come on this gully shit
Niggas know Hollowman's lane
They know a nigga bring that next level shit
Nigga, call me Hollowman Saiyan

[LD]
Still pulling up, no messing (Pull up)

67, my brothers
Spare no one for my bredrins
Bitches be loving the gang
You see it all over my mentions
Put things in the car, let's lurk (All of that)
We ain't looking for normal pedestrians
How you gonna do man dirty? (How?)
Got things on things and we lurky
Get bricks on bricks from the plug
'Cause you know that my team's certi' (Gang)
How you gonna do man dirty? (How?)
Got things on things and we lurky
Get bricks on bricks from the plug
'Cause you know that my team's certi' (all of that, all of that, all of that)

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