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Stil Woah - One-Piece lyrics

Artist: Stil Woah

album: One-Piece


Mandem calling me luffy finna come through while I bring out the one piece
Look at my wrist
You all be dead by half past two on my time piece
Get chefed in the night Ting
No Bruce Wayne but mans get Robin
Mans down bad
Mandem starvin
Mans get roast no oven
Mans not Una but I got mandem that come right though turn your place into Afghan
Pull out the Uzi and shoot
Spread so clean turn a opp to a swiss man
Wasteman pray while we shoot
All of these bullets connect to your chest man
We got your girl on shoot
She love the way that the mandem come test man
Woi
Woi
Chefed up a man that morning
Turn on the news and I saw that his mum that was crying I swear it was boring
Went to the funeral to laugh in his face and I said to his mum I was sorry
She looked confused
So I told her
I chefed up her son yeah that early that morning
Fuckin dickhead
Just spit in her face
Pull out the Uzi I cocked it
Aim
Then shoot up the place
Put a big hole in your top man, have man looking like Vision
Your girl said she was asleep man
She took this dick like a demon
Mans is a Heathen
Couple more chings to your chest and the mans stop breathin
Step out of line then man's can't walk
Really be your spine that we chingin
Up in the time, the mans is calm
Why are all your pussies are screaming
All these mans are scared they shaking
Hide from a nigga thats beamin
Woi
Huh
Who said Stil Woah can't do UK nigga
Bow
Brr Bow
Woi
Woi
Eight Oh Eight
Eight Oh Eight
I'm coming through but mans is hiding put couple M's on your head no Mario
All of my niggas come through
All of my ninjas come through
Kill like Naruto
Mandem here from the UK chingers
Me and the boys turn your Galdem singers
Ching at your back at the mandem fall
Better come out if you lookin for hittas
Woi woi
All of your mandem Pussy
Mans started movin so mandem come through and then fill up the man's with a Uzi
Y'all better watch it cause mans not a joke
Pull out the mans get smoked
Its better if you leave my name out your mouth or you and your mans get stoked
Fuckin Dickhead
Just spit in your face
All of your mandem they running they hiding
I'm comin through and shoot up the place
Better run quick if you duckin and divin
All of these bullets be hitting your mates
Couple more funerals that you and your mandem be comin and attending through out of the day
Mans is a demon know that
Empty the clip
Reload
Aim
I'm running it back I shoot back
Don't worry bout me tho sweet heart
You best believe tho sweet heart
Can't guarantee tho sweet heart
Belong now to me tho sweet heart
Mandem calling me luffy finna come through while I bring out the one piece
Look at my wrist
You all be dead by half past two on my time piece
Get chefed in the night Ting
No Bruce Wayne but mans get Robin
Mans down bad
Mandem starvin
Mans get roast no oven
Mans not Una but i got mandem that come right though turn your place into Afghan
Coming through mark em here down from the jump
We turn a opp to a walking dead man
All of these woman they come for the sound
If you ain't crip then you ain't for me man
Flag on the left if you know what's it bout
Got no time for these wannabe mans
Woi
Woi
We fill your mans with lead
Pulled up
Chefed him
Caught the man leaking in bed
We ain't soft but mans can't talk
We put a ching to his head
Half past two they finna come through and pronounce that your homie is dead

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