Unknown T – WW2 Lyrics

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[Intro]
R14
AV
X10
— obviously me and my boo
Let’s fry up the beef cah they chat too loose
Man beat off the — no proof
The beef goes on, now it’s World War II
Re-up then feed the recruits
Bill up an ablim in my off-white boots
A yute got touched down, who’s on the news? (Whoosh)
Top Gear in a drop-top, obviously me and my boo
[Outro]
Let’s fry up the beef cah they chat too loose
Man beat of the — no proof
The beef goes on, now it’s World War II
Re-up then feed the recruits
Bill up an ablim in my off-white boots
A yute got touched down, who’s on the news? (Whoosh)
Top Gear in a drop-top, obviously me and my boo
[Verse 2]
The bacon try bop when we lurkin’ for opps
We stop then try and resume
Two hands on the broom, let’s bark it
Pick up the opps like “which one’s who?”
I was up in the [?] tryna dodge curfew
Best not get sprayed like my new perfume (New per—)
Man bully the opps now jakes wanna take down tunes
Bro let’s like TT come circle, pink or purple
Returns go beat off the burgles
I’m in an 03 plate with my tuggs
Man creep on the opps then see ’em dispersal
We got real life smoke but your beef looks virtual
Reverse that, blow off your ab, no Virgil
Go another hood then circle
The van’s got tuggs like Sercos
Should I get [?] or should I get Scofield
I was locked up eatin’ [?] and [?] food
On a rideout with a mask on both [?]
Keep it low or I’ma try and ching and put both through
Bend your big back, these barbies wrap ’round my fingertip cah I make gyal yodel
Man jeet on it once now she wanna keep up phone calls
My gang beat off and keep off socials
Times man [?] but she gets vocal
Js won’t come to the T, I’m hopeful
Man been in my spot like Decal local
I’m on a ting so I’m local
Why I get blood pressure when the door knocks? (Whoosh)
Top Gear in a drop-top, obviously me and my boo
R14
AV
X10 (Whoosh)
Top Gear in a drop-top, obviously me and my boo
Let’s fry up the beef cah they chat too loose
Man beat of the — no proof
The beef goes on, now it’s World War II
Re-up then feed the recruits
Bill up an ablim in my off-white boots
A yute got touched down, who’s on the news? ‘Cause of popo
If you need more bread, no promo
Upteen fly up to [?] on the Volvos
[Chorus]
Listen
Let’s fry up the beef cah they chat too loose
Man beat of the — no proof
The beef goes on, now it’s World War II
Re-up then feed the recruits
Bill up a ablim in my off-white boots
A yute got touched down, who’s on the news? (Whoosh)
Top Gear in a drop-top, obviously me and my boo
[Verse 1]
No BXB when I push hard
Or I could put blades in brown
Let’s live when the beef paigons can’t circle around
He lacked, no faces found
We two dumpy young Gs on the work some opps then talk up the town
Rebrowse, no Vaseline ting, we dig or we rub man out
We hide from pigs cause we burst up clowns
In my back pain but we don’t have doubts
They try look lit but they don’t have clout
Fill that PR with a different bounce
[?] with a Turkish round, .32 or spin, let me lurk this ’round
I heard this chick want a Birkin now
Gyal love chat shit, come and twerk it down (Down, down)
[Chorus]
Let’s fry up the beef cah they chat too loose
Man beat off the — no proof
The beef goes on, now it’s World War II
Re-up then feed the recruits
Bill up an ablim in my off-white boots
A yute got touched down, who’s on the news? (Whoosh)
Top Gear in a drop-top, obviously me and my boo
Let’s fry up the beef cah they chat too loose
Man beat off the — no proof
The beef goes on, now it’s World War II
Re-up then feed the recruits
Bill up an ablim in my off-white boots
A yute got touched down, who’s on the news? (Whoosh)
Top Gear in a drop-top, obviously me and my boo
Let’s fry up the beef cah they chat too loose
Man beat of the — no proof
The beef goes on, now it’s World War II
Re-up then feed the recruits
Bill up an ablim in my off-white boots
A yute got touched down, who’s on the news?