Dynasthicc - Tell Your Friends

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[part 1] [refrain - dyna & yaperroni] If alphas and betas both got along They’d probably mog me hard by the end of this song Seems like the looksmaxxers wanna hate me Everytime i visit britain, i go… Bruv! bruv! bruv! bruv! [chorus - yaperroni] We go to the coast, cracka Colonise the seven seas, cracka Tea and crumpets is best, yeah, cracka Beans on toast is bussing, cracka [verse - dyna] Strap it in, a strap on, about seven inch in length Penetrating, compensating for that microbe of a snake Red tint, save that bitch from drowning in that fucking lake Cruisin’ to go make some dough, ‘cause i am fucking baked Me, gigs, amir, flacko driving, we ain’t ever get caught lacking And if they ever ambush, whack them… motherfuck– uh Noticeboard blasting the aux, i’ve been hearing many faux Get your ass popped if you ever get caught slacking, bud Popping lots of champagne, but i am under legal age Cuck chair, one a time, watchin’ my brothers fuck their wives Afterwards, the studio’s surrounded by their guns And this is no confession, i’m not telling you who did it But ever since that day, i was looking at him different You ain’t fucking with these rhymes, double meanings in these lines Get a blowjob so sublime, that shit slowing down the time And i still can’t tie a tie, so a noose might have to fly Stage a suicide, elaboration later, on my life Covering the body, jeopardise my life Tell your friends [chorus - yaperroni] We go to the coast, cracka Colonise the seven seas, cracka Tea and crumpets is best, yeah, cracka Beans on toast is bussing, cracka [refrain - dyna & yaperroni] If alphas and betas both got along They’d probably mog me hard by the end of this song Seems like the looksmaxxers wanna hate me Everytime i visit britain, i go… Bruv! bruv! bruv! bruv! [part 2] [intro - big d giggity] Ay, gooner boys certified Only shit you’d see in beanworld, bitch. hah Let me be clear Y’all don’t know how the industry works Yeah Only shit you’d see in beanworld Yeah, slit throat [verse 1 - dyna] Fresh out the studio, the late noon passed One more day ‘fore i was a high school grad Streets ‘bout as red as a period pad Mansion down the street, calling up e gadd Boy got popped, had to call amir’s dad ‘cause his brain was lost, my boy dead Streets getting busy, hanging out with the kizzies I don’t do that no more ever since my dad Opps get to leading, i don’t catch a letter Amir ain’t catch the letter, now facing a consequence Trespass, fucked up, bomb ain’t go off Texas, hold ‘em, disrespect who now? My debts are due now, satan is claiming Fuck your opinions, bitch, i’m dynasthicc [interlude - big d giggity] Yeah, for real Guns, bullets, knives Even seen a motherfucker with a samurai sword Eye patched, ugly ass, burnt skin Noise complaints from the neighbors What they don’t know is… Their neighbor’s kid been shot dead [verse 2 - big d giggity] Big d giggity floatin’ on the beat Opps win, hold my head in defeat Usually, i charge 7k for a feat And many k’s more for a one min’ beat Yeah, straightforward like a chess rook I got you hooked Why can’t you win? because, i read you like a book Chin up, you can’t always sulk I can’t explain the words it took to articulate The legend of the late and great Can’t hold my hand, gonna masturbate Me and dyna, very great Fence sit, that’s in the name Can’t do hood politics I ain’t hittin’ the grave A bird in the hand, better than in the bush Smoking on the kush, need a final push To hit the corner store where my friend got popped [verse 3 - dyna] If i told you that nobody knows how dj beta really died, would you believe me? Couldn’t believe, dj beta found dead in the street Self inflicted, but that’s not quite true I don’t tend to kill and tell, but hell, shit got petty You ever wondered why after he killed amir He shot himself and i disappeared? Why did he never pull it on me? Because he was disarmed and i killed him with glee We snuck into his house He came home quite early Interrogatin’ ensued I don’t follow the rules That’s what nobody tells their friends [interlude - big d giggity] Yeah Tell your friends, bitch Beanworld resident [outro - lil pizza pasta & jimmy junior] Yo, jim. hand him the pic of the huzz, man Oh, yeah, for sure Yeah, good shit, ya feel? maybe some weed, too Hah, i’ll think about it Yeah, that bitch a snack though, genuine huzz
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