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Aye Mizz, turn me up
Round here we don’t f#ck with no skis, better get on your bike and do high knees
Whoosh, get hit with the glee or jump out the ride and use my poky
Round here we don’t listen to Loski, turn that sh#t off, don’t know that {?}
Get back in blood, you’re buying rollies
Surely, surely, one .44, my bro do it for me
Holy moly, never I would I leave my broski
In the back of a stolen dinger, no piggy tryna leave my roastie
And f#ck all the pigs, I swear down they be locking all my homies up
And all of thеse losses, I swear down thеy ain’t adding up
I wanna come and grab this mash, but she wanna chill and make these snaps
I’m in the back of this 4 door dinger, bro’s taking a trip and we’re screaming who’s that
Jump out gang tryna tape off strips, tryna lurk round town and purge that fully
Still swinging that blade on free flow and bro bro will do it any day, just give me the drop and I’ll slide like Nemo
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YA Lyrics – THE HOTSPOT PART 2