قاعد في الاوضه مضلمه انا في الراب معلمه جحه عجبك خوش كلمه حساب بس ما تحمله انحنا لوس هنطبعه في وشك بيت سخن حساب ما يتشك عامل زي اختك انحنا تاني ما هندسك شغل تقيل ما هتقدري تشيل داخل تقيل وبتكلم ريل تاني هترمي دس تاني هتتدس انت تحت الشوز ما فوق الرأس تحاول يوم تتدسنا علي راسك هندوس انحنا ام بلوك انحنا اولاًد لوس دخلت في البيف علي راسي بس راس من راس بفريق اسي لو شوفتنا ما تتدسا اجري قاصدك انت بي الملي ساطور في رأسك ما هيجلي كاسك تاني ما هيتملي كلامك فيك زي حنكك لي ديك لا بتفعل لينا ولا لي ديك اسمع التقيل جنتل مان حفر مكان طلع منو سحر مكتوب فيو JB ملك المكان فلمك فيك كلامك خلي ليك جحه بيض بس فيها حاجات سكر حظ اوفر المره القادمه لي جازا اسكور دي كلمه لي كل ما واقف وراهم فاكر العدد بزيد خوفي من بكاهم بلعكس انتو فاريس وزادت الغنيم غشهم قدامي زي الغنم انتو قدامي زي العدم هتجي في خطنا هنتندم تلاقي الحكمان علي بي الإعدام هبقا ليك مرعب زي صدام حسين لي الكويت رابك بيض محتاج زيت مرقه مع المدام الاكل بي اوت كيت ليفنا شربنا سجارة الويد ما تغطالني أنا عنيد اخوك جلاد البيت دايرين نكمل تتدفع ؟ البيت بقا بدلع المزيكه هتولع هلبس هتقلع أنا فوق وانت لسه بتحاول تتطلع
Sign Up Keisha & Becky Remix Russ Millions & Tion Wayne Lyrics About Tracklist Comments Not long after the release of the popular original, Russ and Tion Wayne return with an upcoming… Read More 1 1M 61 17 Keisha & Becky Remix Lyrics [Intro: Russ & Tion Wayne] Very sexy, Keisha, Becky Mhm-mhm, mhm-mhm, mhm-mhm [Chorus: Tion Wayne & Russ] Pull up, pull up and dump off, dump off Twist up your waist and jump off, jump off Free up, free up that number Oh my God, look at that bumper, wha' the bomba? (Mhm-mhm) Drip like my chain, shake that arse, it's insane Very sexy, Keisha, Becky 8rae “Lost Cause” (Live Performance) | Open Mic [Verse 1: Russ] Like baby stop it, everything's mad if I slap this rocket (Bullet) Fit like ten bags in AMIRI pockets (Racks) I love this shit, I can't stop it Baby, arch your back and slide on it Try hit chest, neck, belly or back Manna big man, twenty racks on tax Very sexy, yelly, Steffy (Bullet) Baby shake up your bum-bum (Shake it) Don't have sex without condoms (Nah) Cali spliff looking Hong Kong (Loud) I don't pipe your girl-, that's my don-don Very selective, selected corn, eject it The way he ran off, he meant it (Gone) [Verse 2: Aitch] Yo, both hands on the back when I tap it, grab it and slap it, Becky a savage Lemme show you a magic trick, you can have this dick after that man vanish Two MILFs in a whip, bro-bro said he wanted a bit, told him he can manage This baby face an advantage, man still show a big girl what a man is Give her my screw face, she caught me staring, what do you expect when your skirt's so short? Out here twerking, gone past caring, she went out cheating, the girl got caught Stepped in the place all shiny, I don't have a chain, man glow when I walk Don't phone if you're wasting my time, got me changing my line 'cause I don't wanna talk [Chorus: Tion Wayne & Russ] Pull up, pull up and dump off, dump off Twist up your waist and jump off, jump off Free up, free up that number Oh my God, look at that bumper, wha' the bomba? (Mhm-mhm) Drip like my chain, shake that arse, it's insane Very sexy, Keisha, Becky [Verse 3: JAY1] How many L's did I take this year? And how many times did I buck your chicky? Had a cap on my head like 50 when I gave wood to your girl, that's dicky And I didn't wanna holla at Becky, so I went Brighton and holla'd at Britney And how many chicks did I swipe? Top of my head, I think about fifty And I don't really wanna hear nonsense Man send one text to your female, now the bad B come looking like custard Slim t'ic with the back come detail, give her back shot, two-two, now she loved it And the ting come quick like a e-mail, mate well done, got brain and he cuffed it JAY bun up the place like a moshpit, viral, now I got fans in Boston Two stepped to the dance all saucy, one gun lean, man did it like Russ did And everybody wanna link Keisha, Becky, ease up, likkle man stop it Bad B from kway called Lisa, shit den, wanna take wood cah I'm poppin' [Verse 4: Tion Wayne] Everyday I give thanks for the blessings but I repent for numerous cheffings If you saw the way that I kweffed him, man I weren't shocked that his bredrin left him Bet they thought the last verse was a fluke ting, free my broski inside for some bootings Man, I'm boasy, spend racks on a Cuban and my lightskin, brownskin or cute tings Man I love to go west, spend figures, then I go home, eat bariis and hilib African girl arch back, I wan' 'it-it, pounded yam with okra or spinach Snapchat-cam them boy you're all image White girl, Soul Food, Gaucho, Nobu Mhm-mhm, mhm-mhm, mhm-mhm, mhm-mhm [Chorus: Tion Wayne & Russ] Pull up, pull up and dump off, dump off Twist up your waist and jump off, jump off Free up, free up that number Oh my God, look at that bumper, wha' the bomba? (Mhm-mhm) Drip like my chain, shake that arse, it's insane Very sexy, Keisha, Becky
Very sexy, Keisha, Becky Pull up, pull up and dump off, dump off Twist up your waist and jump off, jump off Free up, free up that number Oh my God, look at that bumper, what the bomba? Drip like my chain, shake that ass it's insane Very sexy, Keisha, Becky Russ with the rush and Tion Wayne Do you love me? Or love the fame? Hottest true artist in the game Pull up and buck it, let it rain Excellent head on your neck with brain Temperament's nuts right now, don't play Drip drip like my chain Rack, racked up cakey, not Paigey Go crazy, don't get blazed (Bullet!) Pump one out with that pumper Cali weed, I love ganja Oh my Gosh, look at her bumper Woah, of course I left with her number Brown and leng, give her this thunder That's your girl, she left with my jumper Hundred stabs, is screaming for mumma I ain't into all that beefing Or the internet talk or Tweeting They love Snapchat, cams and speaking Me, I was knocking at man on G-wing They say days in the bill was a scary place Nigga T Wayne was the reason Even on that, I don't like conversation Back then, chains they was confiscation Go and check my light skinned in Enfield Check my dark-skinned ting in Tottenham Pull up in the Range or the Merc', got options Uptown I don't see the opps often But catch me in central London Call up the finer things Man I love them diamond things I ain't going inside 'til my 9 is in We ain't going inside 'til the night is in (Pull up, pull up) And dump off, dump off Twist up your waist and jump off, jump off Free up, free up that number Oh my God, look at that bumper, what the bomba? Drip like my chain, shake that ass it's insane Very sexy, Keisha, Becky Peng ting from Bellingham No love, just suck this elephant (Suck it) No wap gets flashed, man's wetting 'em Energy, got enough adrenaline Suite 1, pull up, pull up, what's good? Make man sprint in his brand new books We buy things that you wish you could Man's getting paid if I'm in that shuv He the boy, only chase his puss Don't ride out when his boy get uh Cream of the crop, flex on the opps Touch bust-down and get touched with the ugh Badboy D, take my cucumber That's your girl, come get your lover She goes wild under these covers Ratchet hoes, can't bring 'em to mother (No) Very sexy, Keisha, Becky Very sexy, Keisha, Becky Pull up, pull up and dump off, dump off Twist up your waist and jump off, jump off Free up, free up that number Oh my God, look at that bumper, what the bomba? Drip like my chain, shake that ass it's insane Very sexy, Keisha, Becky Pull up, pull up and dump off, dump off Twist up your waist and jump off, jump off Free up, free up that number Oh my God, look at that bumper, what the bomba? Drip like my chain,
[Intro: Russ & Tion Wayne] Very sexy, Keisha, Becky Mhm-mhm, mhm-mhm, mhm-mhm [Chorus: Tion Wayne & Russ] Pull up, pull up and dump off, dump off Twist up your waist and jump off, jump off Free up, free up that number Oh my God, look at that bumper, wha' the bomba? (Mhm-mhm) Drip like my chain, shake that arse, it's insane Very sexy, Keisha, Becky [Verse 1: Russ] Like baby stop it, everything's mad if I slap this rocket (Bullet) Fit like ten bags in AMIRI pockets (Racks) I love this shit, I can't stop it Baby, arch your back and slide on it Try hit chest, neck, belly or back Manna big man, twenty racks on tax Very sexy, yelly, Steffy (Bullet) Baby shake up your bum-bum (Shake it) Don't have sex without condoms (Nah) Cali spliff looking Hong Kong (Loud) I don't pipe your girl-, that's my don-don Very selective, selected corn, eject it The way he ran off, he meant it (Gone) [Verse 2: Aitch] Yo, both hands on the back when I tap it, grab it and slap it, Becky a savage Lemme show you a magic trick, you can have this dick after that man vanish Two MILFs in a whip, bro-bro said he wanted a bit, told him he can manage This baby face an advantage, man still show a big girl what a man is Give her my screw face, she caught me staring, what do you expect when your skirt's so short? Out here twerking, gone past caring, she went out cheating, the girl got caught Stepped in the place all shiny, I don't have a chain, man glow when I walk Don't phone if you're wasting my time, got me changing my line 'cause I don't wanna talk [Chorus: Tion Wayne & Russ] Pull up, pull up and dump off, dump off Twist up your waist and jump off, jump off Free up, free up that number Oh my God, look at that bumper, wha' the bomba? (Mhm-mhm) Drip like my chain, shake that arse, it's insane Very sexy, Keisha, Becky [Verse 3: JAY1] How many L's did I take this year? And how many times did I buck your chicky? Had a cap on my head like 50 when I gave wood to your girl, that's dicky And I didn't wanna holla at Becky, so I went Brighton and holla'd at Britney And how many chicks did I swipe? Top of my head, I think about fifty And I don't really wanna hear nonsense Man send one text to your female, now the bad B come looking like custard Slim t'ic with the back come detail, give her back shot, two-two, now she loved it And the ting come quick like a e-mail, mate well done, got brain and he cuffed it JAY bun up the place like a moshpit, viral, now I got fans in Boston Two stepped to the dance all saucy, one gun lean, man did it like Russ did And everybody wanna link Keisha, Becky, ease up, likkle man stop it Bad B from kway called Lisa, shit den, wanna take wood cah I'm poppin' [Verse 4: Tion Wayne] Everyday I give thanks for the blessings but I repent for numerous cheffings If you saw the way that I kweffed him, man I weren't shocked that his bredrin left him Bet they thought the last verse was a fluke ting, free my broski inside for some bootings Man, I'm boasy, spend racks on a Cuban and my lightskin, brownskin or cute tings Man I love to go west, spend figures, then I go home, eat bariis and hilib African girl arch back, I wan' 'it-it, pounded yam with okra or spinach Snapchat-cam them boy you're all image White girl, Soul Food, Gaucho, Nobu Mhm-mhm, mhm-mhm, mhm-mhm, mhm-mhm [Chorus: Tion Wayne & Russ] Pull up, pull up and dump off, dump off Twist up your waist and jump off, jump off Free up, free up that number Oh my God, look at that bumper, wha' the bomba? (Mhm-mhm) Drip like my chain, shake that arse, it's insane Very sexy, Keisha, Becky [Verse 5: Sav'O] JS, JS They ain't made for the shit, they're soft I done drill first, think last All these man wan' talk 'bout drill, they do drill rap but ain't got no heart All the things man seen and done in the field, nigga you won't know the half And bro told me he just done that bait, so now he's in a petrol bath Bro backed it, I told him dump off, dump off, before I back it, they run off Hit that once, you can't be my lover, HMP, free up my brother Ambush I got my block jumpy, jumpy, gyal on me, man they love me Two gyal, who's holding this brucky? Oh my god, look at that bumsy [Verse 6: Swarmz] (Nine-nine-nine) See my guy got bagged for the chinging, the grind don't stop so we see this dough I told bro just slap it in reverse with a petrol can and burn them clothes A9 got caught with the grub, oh my, so he's looking like two do one And I pray on my life that they ride in front the jakes so the whole tings done Big up my chocolate darling, true say that she lost the plot Doing up-Doing up Gucci gang with her nails on fleek as she whips that pot My bro just reading the amm, take that to the OT spot Like we was fifteen when we had the whole 9 block like Wizard of Oz See, back the beef, you get got g Nine side, we're on top b Becky come and then slop me And Keisha mad cah she's on me Back the beef, you get got g Nine side, we're on top b Becky come and then slop me And Keisha... [Chorus: Tion Wayne & Russ] Pull up, pull up and dump off, dump off Twist up your waist and jump off, jump off Free up, free up that number Oh my God, look at that bumper, wha' the bomba? (Mhm-mhm) Drip like my chain, shake that arse, it's insane Very sexy, Keisha, Becky NAH NAH NAH NAH, NAH NAH NAH NAH, HEY HEY HEY, G O O D B Y E 👽😌
هسي لو شوفتنا هتتدسا ولا هتجري وين شرابين 10في الميه عاملين مدورين اقل حاجه هنا هدروجين نقس في الساحه عملين لواطين براب انحنا مسمعين بي استريت معلمين بي حوارتنا انحنا مكترين بس فكك من شغل الاديررين رابي افعال كل ما يتقال ينبطق فعلاين لو ما جريت هتشوف السان في حيره تلقيآ RIP 4 MY Heart امسك دي اقل البارات شربو قام جاب طارات دا استريت يافارات ما هيكمل من غير حورات O.B.F وزارة الراب نعلم كل بهميا الاكاسات اصلا شاكاشك لي اديهم قميا كل ما تجي علي خطي هتلاقي نفسك بهميه الراب ما بي عمر داير عقول سلميا
هسي لو شوفتنا هتتدسا ولا هتجري وين هتجري ولا هتطير وين شرابين 10في الميه عاملين مدورين اقل حاجه هنا هدروجين نقس في الساحه عملين لوسطين براب انحنا مسعين بي استريت معلمين بي حوارتنا انحنا مكترين بس فكك من شغل الاديررين رابي افعال البقولو كل ما يتقال ينبطق فعلاين لو ما جريت هتشوف السان في حيره
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Actually such a simple beat - makes you think, good job on the remake tho bro 🔥
thx bro 🔥
Mmmmm nice make
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Fr drill🇨🇵🔥
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grande vlad
Can we download this beat?
of course
Can i use this beat cuz i dont really find any sign”free”
قاعد في الاوضه مضلمه
انا في الراب معلمه
جحه عجبك خوش كلمه
حساب بس ما تحمله
انحنا لوس هنطبعه في وشك
بيت سخن حساب ما يتشك
عامل زي اختك انحنا تاني ما هندسك
شغل تقيل
ما هتقدري تشيل
داخل تقيل
وبتكلم ريل
تاني هترمي دس
تاني هتتدس
انت تحت الشوز ما فوق الرأس
تحاول يوم تتدسنا
علي راسك هندوس
انحنا ام بلوك انحنا اولاًد لوس
دخلت في البيف علي راسي
بس راس من راس بفريق اسي
لو شوفتنا ما تتدسا اجري
قاصدك انت بي الملي
ساطور في رأسك ما هيجلي
كاسك تاني ما هيتملي
كلامك فيك زي حنكك لي ديك
لا بتفعل لينا ولا لي ديك
اسمع التقيل
جنتل مان
حفر مكان
طلع منو سحر مكتوب فيو JB ملك المكان
فلمك فيك
كلامك خلي ليك
جحه بيض بس فيها حاجات سكر
حظ اوفر المره القادمه لي جازا اسكور
دي كلمه لي كل ما واقف وراهم
فاكر العدد بزيد خوفي من بكاهم
بلعكس انتو فاريس وزادت الغنيم
غشهم قدامي زي الغنم
انتو قدامي زي العدم
هتجي في خطنا هنتندم
تلاقي الحكمان علي بي الإعدام
هبقا ليك مرعب زي صدام حسين لي الكويت
رابك بيض محتاج زيت
مرقه مع المدام الاكل بي اوت كيت
ليفنا شربنا سجارة الويد
ما تغطالني أنا عنيد
اخوك جلاد البيت
دايرين نكمل تتدفع ؟
البيت بقا بدلع
المزيكه هتولع
هلبس هتقلع
أنا فوق وانت لسه بتحاول تتطلع
808s?
808 melo drum kit
@@uknowvlad thank you :)
tanta roba bro! btw che cosa hai usato per la melodia?
l’ho estrapolata dal pezzo originale e l’ho saturata un po cosi
Tutorial ?🙂
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Russ Millions & Tion Wayne
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Keisha & Becky Remix Lyrics
[Intro: Russ & Tion Wayne]
Very sexy, Keisha, Becky
Mhm-mhm, mhm-mhm, mhm-mhm
[Chorus: Tion Wayne & Russ]
Pull up, pull up and dump off, dump off
Twist up your waist and jump off, jump off
Free up, free up that number
Oh my God, look at that bumper, wha' the bomba? (Mhm-mhm)
Drip like my chain, shake that arse, it's insane
Very sexy, Keisha, Becky
8rae “Lost Cause” (Live Performance) | Open Mic
[Verse 1: Russ]
Like baby stop it, everything's mad if I slap this rocket (Bullet)
Fit like ten bags in AMIRI pockets (Racks)
I love this shit, I can't stop it
Baby, arch your back and slide on it
Try hit chest, neck, belly or back
Manna big man, twenty racks on tax
Very sexy, yelly, Steffy (Bullet)
Baby shake up your bum-bum (Shake it)
Don't have sex without condoms (Nah)
Cali spliff looking Hong Kong (Loud)
I don't pipe your girl-, that's my don-don
Very selective, selected corn, eject it
The way he ran off, he meant it (Gone)
[Verse 2: Aitch]
Yo, both hands on the back when I tap it, grab it and slap it, Becky a savage
Lemme show you a magic trick, you can have this dick after that man vanish
Two MILFs in a whip, bro-bro said he wanted a bit, told him he can manage
This baby face an advantage, man still show a big girl what a man is
Give her my screw face, she caught me staring, what do you expect when your skirt's so short?
Out here twerking, gone past caring, she went out cheating, the girl got caught
Stepped in the place all shiny, I don't have a chain, man glow when I walk
Don't phone if you're wasting my time, got me changing my line 'cause I don't wanna talk
[Chorus: Tion Wayne & Russ]
Pull up, pull up and dump off, dump off
Twist up your waist and jump off, jump off
Free up, free up that number
Oh my God, look at that bumper, wha' the bomba? (Mhm-mhm)
Drip like my chain, shake that arse, it's insane
Very sexy, Keisha, Becky
[Verse 3: JAY1]
How many L's did I take this year? And how many times did I buck your chicky?
Had a cap on my head like 50 when I gave wood to your girl, that's dicky
And I didn't wanna holla at Becky, so I went Brighton and holla'd at Britney
And how many chicks did I swipe? Top of my head, I think about fifty
And I don't really wanna hear nonsense
Man send one text to your female, now the bad B come looking like custard
Slim t'ic with the back come detail, give her back shot, two-two, now she loved it
And the ting come quick like a e-mail, mate well done, got brain and he cuffed it
JAY bun up the place like a moshpit, viral, now I got fans in Boston
Two stepped to the dance all saucy, one gun lean, man did it like Russ did
And everybody wanna link Keisha, Becky, ease up, likkle man stop it
Bad B from kway called Lisa, shit den, wanna take wood cah I'm poppin'
[Verse 4: Tion Wayne]
Everyday I give thanks for the blessings but I repent for numerous cheffings
If you saw the way that I kweffed him, man I weren't shocked that his bredrin left him
Bet they thought the last verse was a fluke ting, free my broski inside for some bootings
Man, I'm boasy, spend racks on a Cuban and my lightskin, brownskin or cute tings
Man I love to go west, spend figures, then I go home, eat bariis and hilib
African girl arch back, I wan' 'it-it, pounded yam with okra or spinach
Snapchat-cam them boy you're all image
White girl, Soul Food, Gaucho, Nobu
Mhm-mhm, mhm-mhm, mhm-mhm, mhm-mhm
[Chorus: Tion Wayne & Russ]
Pull up, pull up and dump off, dump off
Twist up your waist and jump off, jump off
Free up, free up that number
Oh my God, look at that bumper, wha' the bomba? (Mhm-mhm)
Drip like my chain, shake that arse, it's insane
Very sexy, Keisha, Becky
Very sexy, Keisha, Becky
Pull up, pull up and dump off, dump off
Twist up your waist and jump off, jump off
Free up, free up that number
Oh my God, look at that bumper, what the bomba?
Drip like my chain, shake that ass it's insane
Very sexy, Keisha, Becky
Russ with the rush and Tion Wayne
Do you love me? Or love the fame?
Hottest true artist in the game
Pull up and buck it, let it rain
Excellent head on your neck with brain
Temperament's nuts right now, don't play
Drip drip like my chain
Rack, racked up cakey, not Paigey
Go crazy, don't get blazed (Bullet!)
Pump one out with that pumper
Cali weed, I love ganja
Oh my Gosh, look at her bumper
Woah, of course I left with her number
Brown and leng, give her this thunder
That's your girl, she left with my jumper
Hundred stabs, is screaming for mumma
I ain't into all that beefing
Or the internet talk or Tweeting
They love Snapchat, cams and speaking
Me, I was knocking at man on G-wing
They say days in the bill was a scary place
Nigga T Wayne was the reason
Even on that, I don't like conversation
Back then, chains they was confiscation
Go and check my light skinned in Enfield
Check my dark-skinned ting in Tottenham
Pull up in the Range or the Merc', got options
Uptown I don't see the opps often
But catch me in central London
Call up the finer things
Man I love them diamond things
I ain't going inside 'til my 9 is in
We ain't going inside 'til the night is in (Pull up, pull up)
And dump off, dump off
Twist up your waist and jump off, jump off
Free up, free up that number
Oh my God, look at that bumper, what the bomba?
Drip like my chain, shake that ass it's insane
Very sexy, Keisha, Becky
Peng ting from Bellingham
No love, just suck this elephant (Suck it)
No wap gets flashed, man's wetting 'em
Energy, got enough adrenaline
Suite 1, pull up, pull up, what's good?
Make man sprint in his brand new books
We buy things that you wish you could
Man's getting paid if I'm in that shuv
He the boy, only chase his puss
Don't ride out when his boy get uh
Cream of the crop, flex on the opps
Touch bust-down and get touched with the ugh
Badboy D, take my cucumber
That's your girl, come get your lover
She goes wild under these covers
Ratchet hoes, can't bring 'em to mother (No)
Very sexy, Keisha, Becky
Very sexy, Keisha, Becky
Pull up, pull up and dump off, dump off
Twist up your waist and jump off, jump off
Free up, free up that number
Oh my God, look at that bumper, what the bomba?
Drip like my chain, shake that ass it's insane
Very sexy, Keisha, Becky
Pull up, pull up and dump off, dump off
Twist up your waist and jump off, jump off
Free up, free up that number
Oh my God, look at that bumper, what the bomba?
Drip like my chain,
bro that's not the remix lyrics, that's just the standard one, no remix lyrics. 👽
[Intro: Russ & Tion Wayne]
Very sexy, Keisha, Becky
Mhm-mhm, mhm-mhm, mhm-mhm
[Chorus: Tion Wayne & Russ]
Pull up, pull up and dump off, dump off
Twist up your waist and jump off, jump off
Free up, free up that number
Oh my God, look at that bumper, wha' the bomba? (Mhm-mhm)
Drip like my chain, shake that arse, it's insane
Very sexy, Keisha, Becky
[Verse 1: Russ]
Like baby stop it, everything's mad if I slap this rocket (Bullet)
Fit like ten bags in AMIRI pockets (Racks)
I love this shit, I can't stop it
Baby, arch your back and slide on it
Try hit chest, neck, belly or back
Manna big man, twenty racks on tax
Very sexy, yelly, Steffy (Bullet)
Baby shake up your bum-bum (Shake it)
Don't have sex without condoms (Nah)
Cali spliff looking Hong Kong (Loud)
I don't pipe your girl-, that's my don-don
Very selective, selected corn, eject it
The way he ran off, he meant it (Gone)
[Verse 2: Aitch]
Yo, both hands on the back when I tap it, grab it and slap it, Becky a savage
Lemme show you a magic trick, you can have this dick after that man vanish
Two MILFs in a whip, bro-bro said he wanted a bit, told him he can manage
This baby face an advantage, man still show a big girl what a man is
Give her my screw face, she caught me staring, what do you expect when your skirt's so short?
Out here twerking, gone past caring, she went out cheating, the girl got caught
Stepped in the place all shiny, I don't have a chain, man glow when I walk
Don't phone if you're wasting my time, got me changing my line 'cause I don't wanna talk
[Chorus: Tion Wayne & Russ]
Pull up, pull up and dump off, dump off
Twist up your waist and jump off, jump off
Free up, free up that number
Oh my God, look at that bumper, wha' the bomba? (Mhm-mhm)
Drip like my chain, shake that arse, it's insane
Very sexy, Keisha, Becky
[Verse 3: JAY1]
How many L's did I take this year? And how many times did I buck your chicky?
Had a cap on my head like 50 when I gave wood to your girl, that's dicky
And I didn't wanna holla at Becky, so I went Brighton and holla'd at Britney
And how many chicks did I swipe? Top of my head, I think about fifty
And I don't really wanna hear nonsense
Man send one text to your female, now the bad B come looking like custard
Slim t'ic with the back come detail, give her back shot, two-two, now she loved it
And the ting come quick like a e-mail, mate well done, got brain and he cuffed it
JAY bun up the place like a moshpit, viral, now I got fans in Boston
Two stepped to the dance all saucy, one gun lean, man did it like Russ did
And everybody wanna link Keisha, Becky, ease up, likkle man stop it
Bad B from kway called Lisa, shit den, wanna take wood cah I'm poppin'
[Verse 4: Tion Wayne]
Everyday I give thanks for the blessings but I repent for numerous cheffings
If you saw the way that I kweffed him, man I weren't shocked that his bredrin left him
Bet they thought the last verse was a fluke ting, free my broski inside for some bootings
Man, I'm boasy, spend racks on a Cuban and my lightskin, brownskin or cute tings
Man I love to go west, spend figures, then I go home, eat bariis and hilib
African girl arch back, I wan' 'it-it, pounded yam with okra or spinach
Snapchat-cam them boy you're all image
White girl, Soul Food, Gaucho, Nobu
Mhm-mhm, mhm-mhm, mhm-mhm, mhm-mhm
[Chorus: Tion Wayne & Russ]
Pull up, pull up and dump off, dump off
Twist up your waist and jump off, jump off
Free up, free up that number
Oh my God, look at that bumper, wha' the bomba? (Mhm-mhm)
Drip like my chain, shake that arse, it's insane
Very sexy, Keisha, Becky
[Verse 5: Sav'O]
JS, JS
They ain't made for the shit, they're soft
I done drill first, think last
All these man wan' talk 'bout drill, they do drill rap but ain't got no heart
All the things man seen and done in the field, nigga you won't know the half
And bro told me he just done that bait, so now he's in a petrol bath
Bro backed it, I told him dump off, dump off, before I back it, they run off
Hit that once, you can't be my lover, HMP, free up my brother
Ambush I got my block jumpy, jumpy, gyal on me, man they love me
Two gyal, who's holding this brucky? Oh my god, look at that bumsy
[Verse 6: Swarmz]
(Nine-nine-nine)
See my guy got bagged for the chinging, the grind don't stop so we see this dough
I told bro just slap it in reverse with a petrol can and burn them clothes
A9 got caught with the grub, oh my, so he's looking like two do one
And I pray on my life that they ride in front the jakes so the whole tings done
Big up my chocolate darling, true say that she lost the plot
Doing up-Doing up Gucci gang with her nails on fleek as she whips that pot
My bro just reading the amm, take that to the OT spot
Like we was fifteen when we had the whole 9 block like Wizard of Oz
See, back the beef, you get got g
Nine side, we're on top b
Becky come and then slop me
And Keisha mad cah she's on me
Back the beef, you get got g
Nine side, we're on top b
Becky come and then slop me
And Keisha...
[Chorus: Tion Wayne & Russ]
Pull up, pull up and dump off, dump off
Twist up your waist and jump off, jump off
Free up, free up that number
Oh my God, look at that bumper, wha' the bomba? (Mhm-mhm)
Drip like my chain, shake that arse, it's insane
Very sexy, Keisha, Becky
NAH NAH NAH NAH, NAH NAH NAH NAH, HEY HEY HEY, G O O D B Y E 👽😌
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هسي لو شوفتنا هتتدسا ولا هتجري وين
شرابين 10في الميه عاملين مدورين
اقل حاجه هنا هدروجين
نقس في الساحه عملين لواطين
براب انحنا مسمعين
بي استريت معلمين
بي حوارتنا انحنا مكترين
بس فكك من شغل الاديررين
رابي افعال
كل ما يتقال ينبطق فعلاين لو ما جريت
هتشوف السان في حيره تلقيآ
RIP 4 MY Heart
امسك دي اقل البارات
شربو قام جاب طارات
دا استريت يافارات
ما هيكمل من غير حورات
O.B.F وزارة الراب
نعلم كل بهميا
الاكاسات اصلا شاكاشك لي اديهم قميا
كل ما تجي علي خطي هتلاقي نفسك بهميه
الراب ما بي عمر داير عقول سلميا
Cuidate de lo que habla habla
Que acaba en un tabla tabla
Escucho mucho bla bla bla bla
هسي لو شوفتنا هتتدسا ولا هتجري وين
هتجري ولا هتطير وين
شرابين 10في الميه عاملين مدورين
اقل حاجه هنا هدروجين
نقس في الساحه عملين لوسطين
براب انحنا مسعين
بي استريت معلمين
بي حوارتنا انحنا مكترين
بس فكك من شغل الاديررين
رابي افعال البقولو
كل ما يتقال ينبطق فعلاين لو ما جريت
هتشوف السان في حيره