Lyrics:
boys will be boys You don't have to hate The kids off the estate mates after a feyt And they called them Reytons Jumpers thrown on a patch of dirt
as hell This Zakesha got the weirdest smell I got twin choppas call em' Kenan and Kel Walk in the trap Like welcome to hell Is the coke or Feyt bitch I
tarde , fuma na nave ou ou Gosta do rayp , trampei até tarde Hoje eu te enterro no primeiro feyt Rock na veia, domingo atarde Tô com minha gang
straight But now you're just a little featherweight Punch above your belt do you wanna feyt? Sadly it's time for ramskill Sorry lad had to go for the kill
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