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Out Of Luck

 

Out Of Luck

(álbum: 156 - 2018)


Are ya listening?
RLK, KRK, West DK, any K on any name, you get it?
Them man are a bunch of runners
They know the thing
Just talking loads in their track
Some nerds

Man step on the road with bros
See an opp boy, I'm doing him up
Grab the yutes so no he can't run
Pissed off that he used all his luck
We don't do the shit for no fun
Come round 'ere you might just get touched
This shit is not really beef
'Cause you know we already won
Man step on the road with bros
See an opp boy, I'm doing him up
Grab the yutes who know we can't run
Pissed off that he used all his luck
We don't do the shit for no fun
Come round 'ere you might just get touched
This shit is not really beef
'Cause you know we already won

Man back it out on these cunts
They don't stay I swear they just run
Man hate talk the ching for that tongue
Bro bro got bujj all bamped up in lumps
Ammy smoke is all in my lungs
Them man their broke and living off crumbs
But they try put a K on the N
How the fuck can they do them things?
Man back it out and do stupid things
Young boy wan' trap I'm recruiting him
Man wrap it up and put food in cling
Big fuck off ramz it goes through his skin
Don't say you stack when your stash looks thin
Some fucked up guys all we do is sin
He couldn't run cah' he's fat not slim
Why you think the fat yute got chinged?
Rise and shine when the morning come
Link S on the block what's goody from there
Mans been to your block and the talks none stop
But how come you never been 'ere?
So don't talk that crud cah' you been fucked up
Man screamed and he did shed tears
Now your laps all fucked cah' your bro got touched and your bros just stood there scared

Now I'm in a stolen whip now what's goody
All black trackie, shank in my hoodie
Ching mans ankle, coming like footy
Silly dumb guys they crumble like cookie
And I can't lie my guys are not rookie
Some boys got beef I'm backing him fully
Doing my proper bill it and boogie
And we're rude not nice, we came for you goodie (gimme dat!)

Man step on the road with bros
See an opp boy, I'm doing him up
Grab the yutes so no he can't run
Pissed off that he used all his luck
We don't do the shit for no fun
Come round 'ere you might just get touched
This shit is not really beef
'Cause you know we already won
Man step on the road with bros
See an opp boy, I'm doing him up
Grab the yutes who know we can't run
Pissed off that he used all his luck
We don't do the shit for no fun
Come round 'ere you might just get touched
This shit is not really beef
'Cause you know we already won

Tell me why them boy run
Tell me why them man dash
Cah' I been round there
My niggas really been round there
Big S bunning zoots bare flats
Donny can't run
Donny couldn't go nowhere
No lie what I'm saying is facts
That's why he got chinged
That's why he got chinged and chopped
Got cheffed right in front of his gaff
Bad E's so sav'
Remember that day in Park Royal
One second all of them ran
And donny got grabbed
Kicked and stamped and my nigga's still scoring points after that like man do the maths
Donny got soaked in his back, next time don't fight give them blanks
And I swear that's a mop but my nigga just took shit further and hit him with his own shank, like waguan for that?
Your bros done left you behind cause he can't keep up with your bat, I swear it's all mad
And when they come round 'ere them boy play it safe and camp, don't stunt for snapchat
About oh you been round 'ere
About what you've done, it's mad
You ain't done shit, you ain't on piss, and you're deffo not no badman
[?] bare man running inside like the beef, the Gs could not 'ack it
Your donny got soaked, I swear down your donny got soaked
And your man just stood there and panicked
A whole lot of runners
Swear down you man are some runners, gang pull up, hella man vanish
Why do you lie?
Why do you lie pon chats cah' you know them man are not savvy
And JB got left, I swear down JB got left, not one of his Gs try back it
Pussio faggots
Got bars off this gang vibe but these neeks don't do no attacking (never done no attacking)

Man step on the road with bros
See an app boy, I'm doing him up
Grab the yutes so no he can't run
Pissed off that he used all his luck

feito

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