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Paroles de la chanson Ndrangheta par BiC Fizzle

[Sett]
(Once again I'm locked in with TP, we finna make a hit)
Yeah, nigga, fuck nigga
Yeah, triple cross the Crook
X on any nigga that play, that try me
You know we take high risk (Ain't no tryin' me though)
Ayy, Risktaker, you don't want this junt?

[Sett & BiC Fizzle]
Backup shooters, I dump, they dump
My nigga is a motherfucker, ain't got luck
S-L-U-M-P, you slumped
Triple G hit shit, nigga, off the love
A dub or a ten or we ain't hit nothin'

Say bread on my head, you ain't got enough
We bag shit, make a nigga ass fucked
Put niggas in graves, you stuck
Fuck with my gang, we ain't showin' no love
Say he the plug, fuck it, put him in a trunk
Slimin' these boys ain't costin' me nothin'
Caught him for dissin', now he some runtz
Choppers and switches, where you gon' run?
Don dada tweakin', shot him for fun
Broke my new five-seven into pieces, no longer with me, it's in a pond

[Sett]
Fifty ball, get up close, we get active
These fully Dracs knock his ass up in tragic
Fuck the opps, crazy, we ain't duckin' no statics
In and out out of bonds, we active
Drac' boy stealin' my style, ain't did shit

Global, he heard 'bout the nigga went missin'
Hop out this bullet truck, we all hittin'
Them speeds, boy, get 'em cars, them niggas turtles
We ain't pickin' no smoke, they all get hearses
Jumpin' jacks, niggas jumpin' like hurdles
I'm still active, pop your car, get a purse
Let me get it, I need that merch
All black Drac', it came with a burst
Every time we hop out, my diamond hit first
I'm standin' on three, nigga, this my turf
Everything go against this, nigga gettin' hurt

[BiC Fizzle]
Head on collision, we bullies in a circle
For real, they finally spin back and we hurt 'em
I see a shadow, shoot through the curtain
Four deep, hop out, these bitches gon' murk 'em

Red dot, headshot, crease him
Fry that boy head like Church's
He got his location on
He a rookie, know we be doin' shit dirty

[Sett & BiC Fizzle]
Backup shooters, I dump, they dump
My nigga is a motherfucker, ain't got luck
S-L-U-M-P, you slumped
Triple G hit shit, nigga, off the love
A dub or a ten or we ain't hit nothin'
Say bread on my head, you ain't got enough
We bag shit, make a nigga ass fucked
Put niggas in graves, you stuck
Fuck with my gang, we ain't showin' no love
Say he the plug, fuck it, put him in a trunk
Slimin' these boys ain't costin' me nothin'
Caught him for dissin', now he some runtz

Choppers and switches, where you gon' run?
Don dada tweakin', shot him for fun
Broke my new five-seven into pieces, no longer with me, it's in a pond

[BiC Fizzle]
Dissin' these blocks, they'll tell you we hot
When I got the switch, first week, one shot
Smackin' these bitches, I just be pickin'
Still in the kitchen over the pot
I caught the blick, cook the cake, come and get it
RahRah pop out with it, stoppin' your clock
You can't compare to us, you ain't slimin' us, take that boy for a work in his watch

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