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67 - Back Then lyrics

[Intro: Monkey] Add a K, hold some corn 67, free the guys [Chorus: Monkey] (x2) Remember kway back then Pushbike and my blade tryna dip a man Now when we pull up 3-litre with two, I've got the skeng on man Baking off on the Drive with the spinner I had two sweets on man If a boy did slip KO The spinner would've span like fan [Verse 1: Dimzy] I remember broad day on your estate, big jacket tryna dip a man (Siraq) Bando cutting up hard, same time I got some am on man Two Z's up in the trap spent more than a band on that New mixtape out soon we should make a few bands off that Yeah I'm tryna make bands off rap My n***as don't care about fashion, we just want more new straps Had a big hand gun at 15, I took it on the bus and that First time I grip that 12, I was really tryna crash off man All you hoes let me breathe, I'm out in the streets getting p's I put my key in ignition, then I press gas then speed Dotty come like a branch, I've got a bag I don't put it in jeans Woosh man down then I go bake off and smoke weed Peng tings wanna do me, and do my whole team She said that she wants a bad man that smoke's nuff weed I'm a bread man skeng man, I got a dotty that's big like Liquez If I walk with the broom and you walk in my way then a man gone sweep [Chorus: Monkey] (x2) Remember kway back then Pushbike and my blade tryna dip a man Now when we pull up 3-litre with two, I've got the skeng on man Baking off on the Drive with the spinner I had two sweets on man If a boy did slip KO The spinner would've span like fan [Verse 2: Liquez] I'm surrounded by shooters, and we got a whole of the guns Been gripping them shotguns Been gripping them from young, never showed them no love My n***as get cake and them n***as get drums My n***as all come and my n***as all run Run, leg, cah they know for sure ima back my gun If I can't find you when I lurk on your block then I guess that's home visits Free my nephew D Rose, they got him locked down on closed visits 35 yeah I'm cold with it, so mind you don't get smoked with it 674 gang, New Park, Tilson, Foster, yeah we're known hitters [Outro: Mad Itch] Drillers, drillers, drillers, drillers, gang gang alla dat n***as know, get me Them man are all on piss all Yeah, you know what it is Sixty's Mad itch, gang, gang, gang sh** den, sh** up [Chorus: Monkey] (x2) Remember kway back then Pushbike and my blade tryna dip a man Now when we pull up 3-litre with two, I've got the skeng on man Baking off on the Drive with the spinner I had two sweets on man If a boy did slip KO The spinner would've span like fan