
Selective Bad Boys Abra Cadabra (Ft. Dappy)
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[Intro: Abra Cadabra]
Sho, sho, sho, you know, AB in the building
7 shit, O way or no way
Get right, get left or get stretched
Free the drillers ten times, you know
(Ayy, CZR, you did a mazza still)
Boom, you know, like
Add a K to the O or get blammed type of settings, you know
Free the drillers ten times, sho, grrt, baow
[Chorus: Abra Cadabra]
Selective bad boys (Sho, sho, sho)
Could never be us, man got bine, bare .9 millimetre
Fill it up for anybody that wan' beef us
Bare talk on the social media
But we done him already, how can he ever speak up?
Bro hit him already and madе the pussy bleed up
But ready, me rеady, still have another steam up
Creep up, creep up, when the man lean up (Grrt)
In the night time, know where we're gonna be, man (Sho)
Don't tell me nothin', we ain't hearin' nothin', ease up
Only God or my own mother, the ones tellin' me off (Gang)
Hit him in his chest, hit him in his back, don't lack
If we miss, then we're defo coming back, know that
Turn him to a memory, turn him to a throwback
Glizzy in my palm, beatin' out corn, hold that
Sho, sho, sho, you know, AB in the building
7 shit, O way or no way
Get right, get left or get stretched
Free the drillers ten times, you know
(Ayy, CZR, you did a mazza still)
Boom, you know, like
Add a K to the O or get blammed type of settings, you know
Free the drillers ten times, sho, grrt, baow
[Chorus: Abra Cadabra]
Selective bad boys (Sho, sho, sho)
Could never be us, man got bine, bare .9 millimetre
Fill it up for anybody that wan' beef us
Bare talk on the social media
But we done him already, how can he ever speak up?
Bro hit him already and madе the pussy bleed up
But ready, me rеady, still have another steam up
Creep up, creep up, when the man lean up (Grrt)
In the night time, know where we're gonna be, man (Sho)
Don't tell me nothin', we ain't hearin' nothin', ease up
Only God or my own mother, the ones tellin' me off (Gang)
Hit him in his chest, hit him in his back, don't lack
If we miss, then we're defo coming back, know that
Turn him to a memory, turn him to a throwback
Glizzy in my palm, beatin' out corn, hold that
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