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    Kokes here fam what you can’t hear man
    No fear gang you pricks don’t scare man
    Got your bitch near man chill with me and fear that
    Tear tracks like I’m running in my air max
    Big straps big like the bridge flats

    Tick tack hit me I hit back
    Kick back watch how I did that
    Click clack on your clique cah ya cliques wack
    This man watch a loada shit hit fans
    You can’t miss man vip wrist band
    You don’t blow straps you blow air like a big fan
    Don’t hold back I go there I’m a big man
    You’re a victim left there when the stick bang
    Listen I can have your man missing
    Wishing he never got caught slipping

    Warning bring your burners out
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    Where are all these straps that I heard about
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    Where are all these straps that I heard about

    You can’t get me caught up
    Don’t know what you thought bruv
    I get pure love pure koke the raw stuff
    War us and get blown by a sawn off
    Tortured cause I’m cold like a orphan
    Kick a gyal belly like have an abortion
    No telling liar liar stop talking
    Liar liar on fire he’s scorching

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    Don try a ryder you’ll be lying in the morgue king
    Four fifth lift his wig like foreskin
    For walkin in the ends like he’s touring
    Bore him tryna walk before he’s crawling
    Big man ting lemme school
    How about lift mans wig in the morning
    Catch him while he’s yawning
    Front door him on a raw ting
    Done with the hype ting I’m sending out a warning

    Warning bring your burners out
    Warning
    Warning bring your burners out
    Warning
    Warning bring your burners out
    Warning

    Where are all these straps that I heard about
    Warning bring your burners out
    Warning
    Warning bring your burners out
    Warning
    Warning bring your burners out
    Warning
    Where are all these straps that I heard about

    Fix up low the mix up get you’re shit tucked
    Your bitch sucks her tits on my dick bruv
    While your out raving she jumpin on some big nuts
    I’m in saving tryna get my dick rubbed
    My big dawg got a big dawg it spits hard
    It lifts cars if you diss ours it barks
    Big large big cars hood stars

    You’re a big fraud you’re the type to go and get sarge
    Act hard I’m the type to go and get large
    Clap stars let him hype in the grave yard
    I’m back bro like I was the saviour
    I clap mine gone I’ll see you later
    I back my talk high 5 hater
    The guns tall like a big sky scraper
    No safety one in the chamber

    Warning bring your burners out
    Warning, warning bring your burners out
    Warning, warning bring your burners out
    Warning, where
    Are all these straps that I heard about

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    Warning, warning bring your burners out
    Warning, warning bring your burners out
    Warning where are all these

    Straps that I heard about
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