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Sports Lyrics by ST (67)

2020

[Intro: Dimzy]
67
(Oi, Drex, this beat's cold)
[Chorus: Dimzy]
Niggas talk, they don't walk that walk (Chatty)
They don't play that sport
We got skengs (Skengs)
Different sorts
Does it take longs or shorts? (Which one?)
Can't run out of corn
If the corn's runnin' low, big man, let me get me some more
Can't run out of dough
Got a cheque 3 times this week and you didn't even know (Racks)
Before man played this sport, it was rambos, flickys, kitchen swords
Dot dot look like a bat
Corn and smoke out, man smoke like exhaust
If we pull up and you pause (Skrrt)
Squeeze off, watch it kick like a horse
Bro put the car in sports
Formula 1 on the mains, hit it raw (Neoww)
[Verse 1]
We them big dargs from the Hill
Them man there are just puppies
How you say you got a problem with me?
And all now, you ain't bucked me (No)
See me pull up with some young drillers
It's either Pulla or Chucky
You know shit's about to get ugly
Cah we're pulling up on some fuckery
[Verse 2]
Normal settings, pull up on wass
ABG when we step with waps (Anybody can get it)
I don't lean out the ride
Man jump out cars and let that crash (Jump out gang, bitch)
I can't lie man, that's real facts (Nah)
Fuck a diss track
Two man pull up then you'll get whacked
[Verse 3]
You can get done up broad day (Broad day)
You can get done up late night (Trust)
Savage living, real talk
If you slip then that's your fault (Lackin')
Niggas been getting smoked
But that's nothin' new, that's old school (Old school)
The block's all safe but the gang's still got them waps them local
[Verse 4: Dimzy]
Ayy, hammers for days (Hammers)
Yeah, we got hammers for days (Hammers)
Why you think we got 18K's if we never bought things that spray?
Constant working, I love gettin' paid (Love gettin' paid, love gettin' paid)
My nigga's locked down in the jailhouse but he's comfy and he's active, still gettin' paid
[Chorus: Dimzy]
Niggas talk, they don't walk that walk (Chatty)
They don't play that sport
We got skengs (Skengs)
Different sorts
Does it take longs or shorts? (Which one?)
Can't run out of corn
If the corn's runnin' low, big man, let me get me some more
Can't run out of dough
Got a cheque 3 times this week and you didn't even know (Racks)
Before man played this sport, it was rambos, flickys, kitchen swords
Dot dot look like a bat
Corn and smoke out, man smoke like exhaust
If we pull up and you pause (Skrrt)
Squeeze off, watch it kick like a horse
Bro put the car in sports
Formula 1 on the mains, hit it raw (Neoww)
[Verse 5]
I'm a big fish in this beef ting, what you think? (Sixty)
Still pullin' up on jump out gang
Niggas getting shot before they think (Mm-mm)
Niggas getting shot before they blink (Mm-mm)
Have you ever seen a ship sink? (Sink that)
Coincidence, I seen a black belt
Take a black man with a win (Boom, baow)
I still toast up with some drink
[Verse 6]
Bro just stepped out ready
He done man's back like PI (Done him)
Shotty come long like GI (GI)
Walk anywhere with skengs like fuck C.I.D (Fuck 'em)
IC3, male, long arms, do you up quick
Hashtag critical scene (Do you up)
[Verse 7]
I get busy in the opp block
Same way I get busy in the trap (Giddy)
Free bro, used to bruck it and bruck it
That's packs and waps (Free bro)
Any violation, we sliding back
Car or bike, mash or sam (Baow)
Can't put dirt on my name or estate
How many man's been splashed? (Ching)
[Verse 7]
Niggas are dickheads, I got down my man, his uncle spud man (That's a sad ting)
Man party with skengman, tell the white people I'm around gun man (Sixties)
Man pour LP for the bros in the jails cah the cells are long akh (Free 'em)
Got my worker hittin' them sales, got me tellin' him "Go there, ayy, come back" (Hurry up)
[Chorus: Dimzy]
Niggas talk, they don't walk that walk (Chatty)
They don't play that sport
We got skengs (Skengs)
Different sorts
Does it take longs or shorts? (Which one?)
Can't run out of corn
If the corn's runnin' low, big man, let me get me some more
Can't run out of dough
Got a cheque 3 times this week and you didn't even know (Racks)
Before man played this sport, it was rambos, flickys, kitchen swords
Dot dot look like a bat
Corn and smoke out, man smoke like exhaust
If we pull up and you pause (Skrrt)
Squeeze off, watch this kick like a horse
Bro put the car in sports
Formula 1 on the mains, hit it raw (Neoww)
Credits

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