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Skengdo
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A.M
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Skengdo
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2 Bunny
I don't need to at my man
I'm onto him and he knows, he knows it
C4
Free GD, free S-Man, free TS
Look how many times we lurked
And the feds came just in time (Lucky)
My bros'
Tell the opps stop Tweetin'
Smoke bare loud to the dome (Flavours)
Them man know not to lack round me
Get away, the chance is 'O'
Just had a word with bro' (Bro')
Then I had to dash that phone (Dash that)
The pack came thru it's nuts (Mad)
Got a link Y.AM and Asbo
Darg these streets are cold (Cold)
I don't need to at my man
I'm onto him and he knows (He knows it)
Been in the field with gang
That's way before ten toes (Mad)
And these feds wanna lock me
Proper watching me on roads
Baddaz on me just slop it
Then I pass it onto my bro' (Pass that)
And who thinks they're really on (Who)
They see fours and they blow (Dash it)
Got Savannah and Demi
And bro' take that up 'O'
He ain't coming back when he's fucking done
He's waiting on the reload
T Face is a savage one
Well you already got told
410 Fiddy that's dads (That's dads, that's dads)
Everybody's bad until the boy gets crash
Run, trip up, get stabbed (Mad, mad, mad)
Don't do it for the fans, darg
But I got love for the fans
Go get your money, go get your bread up
And don't worry about man
I swear certain man come like fans
410 Fiddy that's dads (That's dads, that's dads)
Everybody's bad until the boy gets crash
Run, trip up, get stabbed
Don't do it for the fans, darg
But I got love for the fans (Mad, mad, mad)
Go get your money, go get your bread up
And don't worry about man
I swear certain man come like fans
See 25 (Gang)
C4s, CG same thing
Crash 25 (Crash, crash)
And them crashers fucked in the head
Just look at their eyes (Look at them)
And that skududu all that woofing
Man'll get fried
And, look how many times we lurked
And the feds came just in time (Lucky boy)
And she was tryna off her skirt
Clearly she lost her mind (Silly bitch)
Bitch I want noddy
Said it like a hundred times
And feds wanna see my face
I'm linked to a hundred crimes
Got nicked like a hundred times
Hella pum for them fuckboys that love boys
Can't reason with it
Tings there just touch boys
Them steroids go sleepy with it
Ching ching, just cut boys can't
'Nuff toys man's made for the shit
Bad B don't cuff boys, just uck boys
She's made for the dick (Baddest)
Don't chat shit it's bad for your head
Fuck that yute he's chatting to feds
Man don't talk, man rob
Man don't talk, man clap it instead
Shotgun, soldier, batty in bench
Fuck them girls who's catty for them
Who what where?
I'll marry a skeng
Skududu dududu for them
Skududu dududu for them
I am the A and I am the M
Skududu dududu for them
Aye skududu for them, aye, aye
Skududu dududu for them
410 Fiddy that's dads (That's dads, that's dads)
Everybody's bad until the boy gets crash
Run, trip up, get stabbed
Don't do it for the fans, darg
But I got love for the fans (Mad, mad, mad)
Go get your money, go get your bread up
And don't worry about man
I swear certain man come like fans
410 Fiddy that's dads (That's dads, that's dads)
Crash run, trip up, get stabbed
Fans, darg but I got love for the fans (Mad, mad, mad)
Go get your bread up
And don't worry about man
I swear certain man come like fans
Written by: A.M, Skengdo