A92 - 92 Degrees lyrics

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A92 - 92 Degrees lyrics

(performed by Nikz & BT) Step with heat when I enter the room The 92 still shake up the room, do it like pop smoke We can back this fumes Living like Drake, this life is good On the back road with my D-town goons You don't wanna get burned like zoots I'm on the 9 block with my 92 crew I'm on the 9 block with my 92 crew Ay fill up the mash with teeth no dental Cah you know that the corn is essential Uh, all my guys are surgeons, do up intestine and give a man- The hand ting's loading, those get popped like molly It's five man up in this rental Man hang out the ride, I'll slap out your face, now you can't really see like central Man got soaked, got left like ketchup That time man it could've been a mess up Set up, tricks get us like roaches, see me an opp but the gang ten toes and poke him Dodge that case like covid We spin this round and round Ay, Young Nikz come pattern this clown Ay, Young Nikz come pattern this clown True say I'm well known for the rr-rr-rr, now they wanna say damn like I got white vans You don't wanna clash with my clan, no way cah the beef at a game like clash of the clans M that guy and my J like MJ, no MJ, honey we don't dance But if I beat it, it might be a thriller, I'm counting to squeeze, so I'll take that chance Man can't handle the chit like you and I know that you don't last long like trailer You made my man run out of breath, next time that you lack, best bring your inhaler I don't play no games like SEGA, top skriker, score goals like FIFA Say Bonjour and I slide in the pum, adios sweetheart, I might see you later Flip this twice in the bando right Still shotting that dark and white, that's Tommy and Ghost, better stay inside Yo, let me not tell no lies, the ... ain't really been outside No plantain, but they still got fried Put on my gloves, let's go on a glide Put on my mask, let's go on a ride I thank God for how far we've come, many more to come cah they know that we killing it The ... ain't really about beef, don't talk about beef cah they know that we winning it ... got dipped in his chest like numerous times but I heard he tried swinging it swinging it I heard smoke ain't good for your chest, fu*k that, if he died man's billing it billing it A92 come hot like a furnace, you know the gang, them step with the burners Boys in the hood, you don't wanna get bursted Me and guys we school these learner's Beef ain't dead like Tom and Jerry, you can still get popped in your cherry Step with the heat, that's peri peri They sing to the feds like Mariah Carey I've been in the field from young like Messi, me and my bros like MSN Make tops red like Manchester, no Beckham I pray that my shank don't bend Walk with a limp, no injury, injury, man's got the thing, tryna injure them Offside, offside, don't play offside, cross that line, get put in a blend Step with heat when I enter the room The 92 still shake up the room, do it like pop smoke We can back this fumes Living like Drake, this life is good On the back road with my D-town goons You don't wanna get burned like zoots I'm on the 9 block with my 92 crew I'm on the 9 block with my 92 crew Ay fill up the mash with teeth no dental Cah you know that the corn is essential Uh, all my guys are surgeons, do up intestine and give a man The hand ting's loading, those get popped like molly It's five man up in this rental Man hang out the ride, I'll slap out your face, now you can't really see like central