paroles de chanson Get Man Gone - SoZe , V9

M1OnTheBeat
Rah, it′s BKay
Zeno music, all day, everyday

Flick my finger like Deku (Flick it)
Two samurai's like Deadpool,
Dench man live on the mains, I′m mental (ching)
Hop out the car and mend it, David Beckham man bend it
Fuck with the opps, get bun with the opps,
I ain't got time for selection (No chance)
Aim that wap, at one direction
Now the whole groups singing, bitching, are you kidding?
Get that drop, stuff the whip with my children (Get it in there)
ST with the mop, wring it like you're cleaning
Double tap that dots, now my Oyster card ain′t beeping

Man don′t rap with a fuckboy, stop asking for a feature
Opps gonna ride with a shank, we gonna ride with a beater (Bow)
Have fun with your Z, I need a half box or Nina (Trap)
Slap that corn off one time, then it's back to the bando, clean up
We don′t park it off, we stay with it and bark it off
Broad day we'll clart it off, back in the ride, laugh it off
Bitch no you can′t smoke this spliff but you can hold this dick
Now she wanna hold this stick, if feds come she gon' turn Jorja Smith

Man get dots, chop that off, man get drops, let that off
Park that off, let that pop, run a man down and ching that top
I know my rights, I know my wrongs, step out of place, I get man gone
I′ll get man gone, that's your loss, they ain't on piss, fucking mugs
Man get dots, chop that off, man get drops, let that off
Park that off, let that pop, run a man down and ching that top
I know my rights, I know my wrongs, step out of place, I get man gone
I′ll get man gone, that′s your loss, they ain't on piss, fucking mugs

Let′s go O and bore these pricks,
Trap in my spot, you're more than pissed
Wrapping up grub
I don′t need love, I need to get down all these plugs
Hoopty stuff with tugs and snubs, get round there and cause that fuss
Take that step, it's all on us, Trident all on us

Line man up like I′m fishing
I can't air no drops like Apple (No chance)
Kidnap yutes, put man in shackles, whack mans men and set an example
Extend this arm, course I'm bodily harming
Run from me, don′t make me laugh
I′mma swing this driller, hand on my heart (Promise)
If they're riding patterned
I ain′t putting my foot in that whip (No chance)
Don't take that risk, run up on me, I see you at six (On the news)
I′m a fucking demon, slap corn, just sing like Dubzy (Ayy)
I'll fry man like Kentucky, 9 gang on a whole load of fuckery

Take that shot, we get the picture, clean up that mix-up
Get tripped up then dipped up
Kick that door, I can tell you ′bout stick ups (Let's see)
Let's see who this dotty gon′ lift up or leave man flat like a sit up
Stay indoors, don′t get hit up
Get 'round there, let′s see who's realer

Man get dots, chop that off, man get drops, let that off
Park that off, let that pop, run a man down and ching that top
I know my rights, I know my wrongs, step out of place, I get man gone
I′ll get man gone, that's your loss, they ain′t on piss, fucking mugs
Man get dots, chop that off, man get drops, let that off
Park that off, let that pop, run a man down and ching that top
I know my rights, I know my wrongs, step out of place, I get man gone
I'll get man gone, that's your loss, they ain′t on piss, fucking mugs

M1OnTheBeat
Rah, it′s BKay