Unknown T - WW2 lyrics

[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 [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 sh*t, 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 [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? ‘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 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 [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 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 R14 AV X10