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- Youngs Teflon Double Dose 歌詞
- Youngs Teflon
- Channel runners YSL jumpers
Hope the the feds don't grab me I'm a bail jumper
Took the L plate he ain't in his cell bothered
He Wouldn't tell even if they gave him 12 numbers
Niggas shell shocked asking where the roof went
I put in work you was putting in ya two cents
Shorty wanna know my fragrance that's new scent
U could rap what i rap it make ya tooth bent
Rock the Balmain denim in the pool house (yeah)
Yard dance where they party with they tools now
Or I'm out on Collins Ave eating now or laters (Miami)
12 gage red n green shells power rangers
60 inch screen watching Derby's
Louis headscarf must be mr myagi
I'm Daniel son with sig sauer
If they grab u with this u need a big lawyer ( truss)
Got familiar with the cats selling dog food
Put a tracker on ya car that's a mob move
Bomb squad they know every where ya boss move (they know it)
223s feel like razors how they cut through
Early in the morning cutting through Harrods (yeahh)
The shoe box my first bank now it's a new balance
In little Ochi with the killy dem n few parrots
Still I keep the rhymes coming like a new talent.
Tiny Boost:
(Ah) Got your budget in a champagne bucket
I aint in the dance if the gang can't come in (gang)
spent money on shoes made for running
Stone cold nigga is you know my jaw stunning
I'm coming from a whole load of nuttin'
From a younger did a whole load of thugging
Niggas can' t show they hands they on a whole load of bluffing
I got racks worth of clothes in my cupboard
Can't cop 1 so I cop both colours
Having flashbacks of them old summers
Chillin with the yard youts' but the pole Russian
Yeah, peddle bikes red buses
(ah) Certified head bussers
(ah) Red lights couldn 't stop us (can't stop us)
It feels different when you get it out them gutters (out the gutter)
If you were with me in the mud your my brudda
And I can put that on my mother (on my mother!)
I can talk about the guns and the butter
Jakes grab 1 we got funds for another
Put respec' on my name put respect' on my come up
You aint in my lane shut the **** up
Used to play run outs, then I did run-ups
Licks got hit graves got dug up
And I was there when they wasn' t!
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