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wanna play together?
Conspire to change my attire, rise that fryer and burn that liar
Bro known rider, he got down 3 and they all turned choir
And prior, prior, prior to this 16 or higher
The opps turned bro to a lifer, 300s, leathers on, no biker
And I was the only guy my age in West London with a sniper
See a mans eyes roll back from a chest shot attack, free broski Striker
Or I press on a one .32 but I ain't tryna find out my number on Lyca
Dem man act for the net, but that's not how they are off set
And when me and my amigos pull up, they take off, make off, they're wet
Still bake off where shh got cheffed
Trap pays off, I still get bread
No days off, I miss my bed
Still blaze off, ayy fling that lead
Who's dem yutes? Spin that ped
Do it like Bruce, ching that head
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