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Reality Lyrics - Artist : OFB
[Intro:]
If you don't drill the replica good The bullet won't leave and pop ZCBeats [Bandokay:] More time just swing where the heart is Yo, let me get my hands on Lil Jojo Push my Rambz straight through them glasses In the T, wooden floor, no carpet I've been there for time, ain't clean my armpits Pedal bike on the strip, man's grafting Man just lean out the ride, start barking (Bow!) [Double Lz:] OFB's got too much skengs (Bow!) And we circle round on the opp block Don't bring phones, just waps instead (We don't) We ain't leaving angles bent Too many back doors popped on them Trip up, drop, oh damn, you're stressed Free Ingz, free Bradz, OYY keeps taking my friends [SJ:] How many man been splashed and shot? We done a drill, laid low from cops See my hunting knife gon' rip through tops (Rip) The PR got wrapped in socks And I'm in a next ends, that's kway, that's posh The skeng's real safe, it's calm, it's locked (Locked) And when I rise it, it's gon' beat like thots It's gon' beat like thots [Bandokay:] What's so hard to go step for your G's? Me, I will just step and squeeze Did you hear that shotgun sneeze? [?] called me and kissed her teeth I think the corn woke her out of her sleep Blame Kermit, he just blammed a neek Talk is cheap, what happened that week? Gang got two but it should have been three Me and Claps in a German doing top speed Right now we need two bad Bs That's not Cookie, that's Cali weed Move from here with them tired trees Catch me on the glide in a bruck down Jeep Me, Lil T, MadMax and Creeps (Gang) Opp pulled up late at night and went screen I ain't heard nothing but the tyres screech (Skrr) [Double Lz:] Circle the Woods with the spinner on me This kid is a violent G Toured over there with guns back seat Rude boy drop and your feeling this heat Slap this wap, that's A |
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