Testo Sinners - FXLLEN
Testo della canzone Sinners (FXLLEN), tratta dall'album UK'S VERY OWN
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You already know
You already know
Yeah
Tramp
Gang
Gang
Gang
Anyting I start won't stop 'til I finish
ACE Way
Anyting I start won't stop 'til I finish
Don't ever mix pleasure with business
Sounds like just some bars and lyrics
Not a single line be gimmick
Certi in the city
Same in the village
She just on man for the image
Place where I'm from
Had to be sinners
Turn that S to a W, winners
Ain't no half heart ting
I'm the man blud, I'm wearing the pants
And I got my two foot in
They're nuttin' to step on like ants
And let that spinner spin
Put him at the top if he's talking ranks
It's nuttin' like Ghosty and Fin
Even with gloves my hands are dirty
Them niggas ain't doing a thing
Had so much weight to push, I ended up quittin' the gym
Provide for myself, I'm good on my own
No need for a next of kin
Plain Jane no VVS'
Same way the necks on bling
? It's like an alarm how I make it ring
Anyting I start won't stop 'til I finish
Don't ever mix pleasure with business
Sounds like just some bars and lyrics
Not a single line be gimmick
Certi in the city
Same in the village
She just on man for the image
Place where I'm from
Had to be sinners
Turn that S to a W, winners
One man tell me this
My man tell me that
I just took your ting
I just blew her back out
Them man hate on us
That's what failure does
Them man think they're tough
Any man can get bun
Round here we got drillers
Round here we got killers
Certi in the city
Same in the village
Big spliff I bill it
Round here we some sinners
Round here we some winners
They chat smoke and mirrors
Lie on the IG
If you wanna chat shit come fight me
My g
You ain't nothing like me
No wonder these man don't like me
Call my guys, they ride out
Turn your shit upside down
Get the fuck out my town
One man tell me this
My man tell me that
I just took your ting
I just blew her back out
Them man hate on us
That's what failure does
Them man think they're tough
Any man can get bun
Round here we got drillers
Round here we got killers
Certi in the city
Same in the village
Big spliff I bill it
Round here we some sinners
Round here we some winners
Ain't no half heart ting
I'm the man blud, I'm wearing the pants
And I got my two foot in
They're nuttin' to step on like ants
And let that spinner spin
Put him at the top if he's talking ranks
It's nuttin' like Ghosty and Fin
Even with gloves my hands are dirty
Them niggas ain't doing a thing
Had so much weight to push, I ended up quittin' the gym
Provide for myself, I'm good on my own
No need for a next of kin
Plain Jane no VVS'
Same way the necks on bling
? It's like an alarm how I make it ring
Credits
Writer(s): Big Chico
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