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Skengman Lyrics - Artist : Ghetts
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Skengman Skeng Skengman mode Skeng Skengman Skeng Skengman mode Skeng Skengman Skeng Skengman mode Skeng Skengman Skeng Skengman mode Skengman mode Gloves, mask, jet-black coat Man do dirt, then head back home Eye in the sky, like check that drone If I'm on a glide, let that go I could be the bigger man But dem boy there won't respect man's growth Wingman, left-back flow Wig man, headback blown Sick man, Ghetts and co. Dip man, send man home Twist and bend that, bro I was 19 with a gun twice my age I put man in the boot that were twice my weight Skeng Skengman Skeng Skengman mode Skeng Skengman Skeng Skengman mode Skeng Skengman Skeng Skengman mode Skeng Skengman Skeng (That's Gunshot Michael, Mr. Skeng) Skengman mode I will stand in the middle fo the field and scare man's crow You birds ain't shit, got bird's-eye view on you niggas involved If, if snitching's dem mans code Then man start hitting up skengman mode Man blast him, don't care where man goes, kaboom Even in a plain tee I'm flexing Pat a nigga down and find every pocket, I'll Ghetts him Drag him out the car, man eject him Coulda been Year 8 how I swept him New-school niggas ain't know we're testing Cah you niggas do online wrestling I'm the Merky co-founder Got the gift of the gab, hear me louder I could talk about the kettles on the counter But you know about the kettles on the counter Look, I love a real-life encounter It's funny, on the phone you're a shouter They couldn't figure how I pattern on my flow I stay cool and my catalogue's cold I'm too nice with it Too clear blue sky with it Used to have a hooptie and do crime in it It's a big movie when I'm in it Old school like blues and benners And I work hard like two Kris Jenners Yours truly, true skengers It's the skengman mode endeavours Skeng Skengman Skeng Skengman mode Skeng Skengman Skeng Skengman mode Skeng Skengman Skeng Skengman mode Skeng Skengman Skeng Skengman mode Celebrity death match One shot, lick out your headback Man try run up on me, I make legs snap Wheelchair for the next lap Everything jet-black Done a man's dance, can't get that event back Suck whose mum, which one of you said that? 48 Laws of Power has got man gassed Which one of you read that? Before I ever knew about Robert Greene I knew about rob and scheme I knew about hightop skin fade, bob and weave IPod mixtape commentary Why stop this way, obviously I got pricks saying they're onto me What the fuck do you want from me? Man wanna draw Ghetto out constantly Skeng Skengman Skeng Skengman mode Skeng Skengman Skeng Skengman mode Skeng Skengman Skeng Skengman mode Skeng Skengman Skeng Skengman mode Skeng Skengman Skeng Skengman mode Skeng Skengman Skeng Skengman mode Skeng Skengman Skeng Skengman mode Skeng Skengman Skeng Skengman mode |
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