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Kokes here fam what you can’t hear man

No fear gang you pricks don’t scare man

Got your bitch near man chill with me and fear that

Tear tracks like I’m running in my Air max

Big straps big like the Bridge flats

Tick tack hit me I hit back

Kick back watch how I did that

Click clack on your clique cah ya cliques wack

This man watch a loada shit hit fans

You can’t miss man VIP wrist band

You don’t blow straps you blow air like a big fan

Don’t hold back I go there I’m a big man

You’re a victim left there when the stick bang

Listen I can have your man missing

Wishing he never got caught slipping

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You can’t get me caught up

Don’t know what you thought bruv

I get pure love pure koke the raw stuff

War us and get blown by a sawn off

Tortured cause I’m cold like a orphan

Kick a gyal belly like have an abortion

No telling liar liar stop talking

Liar liar on fire he’s scorching

Don try a Ryder you’ll be lying in the morgue king

Four fifth lift his wig like foreskin

For walkin in the ends like he’s touring

Bore him tryna walk before he’s crawling

Big man ting lemme school

How about lift mans wig in the morning

Catch him while he’s yawning

Front door him on a raw ting

Done with the hype ting I’m sending out a warning

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Fix up low the mix up get you’re shit tucked

Your bitch sucks her tits on my dick bruv

While your out raving she jumpin on some big nuts

I’m in saving tryna get my dick rubbed

My big dawg got a big dawg it spits hard

It lifts cars if you diss ours it barks

Big large big cars hood stars

You’re a big fraud you’re the type to go and get sarge

Act hard I’m the type to go and get large

Clap stars let him hype in the grave yard

I’m back bro like I was the saviour

I clap mine gone I’ll see you later

I back my talk high 5 hater

The guns tall like a big sky scraper

No safety one in the chamber

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