Encore Sus
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[Intro]
(MoraBeats)
(TCZ made this one)
(Kayman, this mix is clean)
Baow, baow (AGB)
[Chorus]
Man get burnt by the torch, that thing go baow and open your thoughts (Baow, baow)
Leave man stretched like Reed Richards then man disappear like Susan Storm (Nyoom)
Big long silver, surfin' the waters, fresh out the box, Fantastic Fours (Fresh)
She wan' throw it back like Thursday
Gyal give brain 'til they get Lockjaw, Lockjaw (That's right)
It's peak when the gang pop doors, pop doors (It's peak)
Clap at the crowd, encore, encore (That's right)
She got big back, make a man drop jaw (Gang)
Sloppiest top, ruin her contour
It's peak when the gang pop doors, pop doors (I did it)
Clap at the crowd, encore, encore (Baow)
She got big back, make a man drop jaw
Sloppiest top, ruin her contour
[Verse 1]
Three man step, tryna six feet one (Let's get it)
.44 long's and G17's
For the new machine like sixty one
Take shots if you lack, on a tipsy one (Don't lack)
Two man step like Men In Black and attack in Area 51 (That's right)
Who got shh? It's a mystery one
They know it's me like SIXTY's song (They know)
Chest shot, ching was a naughty one
Roll up, turn a opp boy forty-one
One man step and fuck up your function
Shell at the crowd, have everyone jumpin' (Skrrdudur)
Man like Bronson, got no conscience
Carve out your head like pumpkin (Baow)
Real bad boy from London, straight outta Camden
Shit's intense where I come from (That's right)
Why you packin'?
You're backin' a wap and runnin', it's courage, they're lackin' (Pussy)
I was locked up, gettin' it crackin'
Touch road, spill blood, gettin' it brackin'
Shotties get bruck and blades get stuck in their jackets
Rip up your flesh and fabric (Ching, ching)
Bad bitch wanna smoke opps and back dick
Said she ain't done this before, we'll practice, practice
(MoraBeats)
(TCZ made this one)
(Kayman, this mix is clean)
Baow, baow (AGB)
[Chorus]
Man get burnt by the torch, that thing go baow and open your thoughts (Baow, baow)
Leave man stretched like Reed Richards then man disappear like Susan Storm (Nyoom)
Big long silver, surfin' the waters, fresh out the box, Fantastic Fours (Fresh)
She wan' throw it back like Thursday
Gyal give brain 'til they get Lockjaw, Lockjaw (That's right)
It's peak when the gang pop doors, pop doors (It's peak)
Clap at the crowd, encore, encore (That's right)
She got big back, make a man drop jaw (Gang)
Sloppiest top, ruin her contour
It's peak when the gang pop doors, pop doors (I did it)
Clap at the crowd, encore, encore (Baow)
She got big back, make a man drop jaw
Sloppiest top, ruin her contour
[Verse 1]
Three man step, tryna six feet one (Let's get it)
.44 long's and G17's
For the new machine like sixty one
Take shots if you lack, on a tipsy one (Don't lack)
Two man step like Men In Black and attack in Area 51 (That's right)
Who got shh? It's a mystery one
They know it's me like SIXTY's song (They know)
Chest shot, ching was a naughty one
Roll up, turn a opp boy forty-one
One man step and fuck up your function
Shell at the crowd, have everyone jumpin' (Skrrdudur)
Man like Bronson, got no conscience
Carve out your head like pumpkin (Baow)
Real bad boy from London, straight outta Camden
Shit's intense where I come from (That's right)
Why you packin'?
You're backin' a wap and runnin', it's courage, they're lackin' (Pussy)
I was locked up, gettin' it crackin'
Touch road, spill blood, gettin' it brackin'
Shotties get bruck and blades get stuck in their jackets
Rip up your flesh and fabric (Ching, ching)
Bad bitch wanna smoke opps and back dick
Said she ain't done this before, we'll practice, practice
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