AK - Bruck That lyrics

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AK - Bruck That lyrics

{Chorus} Bruck that, back, (ayy) co*k it, slap (bow) How can a man have chat, when their boss turned pack, and they ain't rid back? (how?) Double, rap With no bubble, wrap My man ain't real like that, he wouldn't ultra attack without his batch, (he wouldn't) Pop and, smoke No funny, jokes, (no) This barbies narnies soaked, cause' me and my dargie said hello, (yo, yo) Oh Rome,o How can you fall for, hoe? Yo, them man just chat for sho, but me I'm in the bando tryna stack my dough (stack that) {Verse 1} Press on the pedal, no stop for federal, with the things mans got in this whip Likkle man sekkle, juice your metal, and then start talking sh*t Drill out the rental, the range was mental, 3 litre skrr mans moving CID She had potential, too damn sexual, just wanna hop on a next mans dick, (wagwarn for this hookah) Oh sh*t, I need more bits cause' the pack went quick, (quick) Again that's a motorway trip, country lanes tryna make this flip, (where's the cash?) I got YB teeth in the six or talk with (?) get lit, mix it with chip then I spark my spliff Selection to pick, ----, ----, which?, which? Like jack on the landing, banging I was scraping bare mans p's Six boys on top of the ranking, take mans wife for being me (AK) fu*k political it can get peak, critical, when I load these sweets Minimal talk cause' I ain't cheap, you might not walk in with IC3 {Chorus} Bruck that, back, (ayy) co*k it, slap (bow) How can a man have chat, when their boss turned pack, and they ain't rid back? (how?) Double, rap With no bubble, wrap My man ain't real like that, he wouldn't ultra attack without his batch, (he wouldn't) Pop and, smoke No funny, jokes, (no) This barbies narnies soaked, cause' me and my dargie said hello, (yo, yo) Oh Rome,o How can you fall for, hoe? Yo, them man just chat for sho, but me I'm in the bando tryna stack my dough (stack that) {Verse 2} Tell Hugo, I'm real Boss I handle biz, I buss them shots Thot, Don't start to take it off, then bop on my co*k and do the bop (naughty) (?) press on this beat and chop, its uno if I get nicked with rocks Don't gwarn like your bad your not Me and my guys terrorise their blocks (petrified) I got flick, shank, I'll twist, my hand Drive like I'm on a driving ban, if I see them man they're getting rammed I rise, and tan, cilit, bang Main road on the opposite land, broad day on cam, doing jump out gang, (who's that?) Whether bros right or wrong, I'm on whatever he's on 3 ST hes a violent don, and Giant too with the ching chong, (free my brothers) Jail times watching King Kong, that's basic radio slow song, (skanking on violence) That's basic radio slow songs {Chorus} Bruck that, back, (ayy) co*k it, slap (bow) How can a man have chat, when their boss turned pack, and they ain't rid back? (how?) Double, rap With no bubble, wrap My man ain't real like that, he wouldn't ultra attack without his batch, (he wouldn't) Pop and, smoke No funny, jokes, (no) This barbies narnies soaked, cause' me and my dargie said hello, (yo, yo) Oh Rome,o How can you fall for, hoe? Yo, them man just chat for sho, but me I'm in the bando tryna stack my dough (stack that)