Corrección Letra Normal Procedure 2.0 par Harlem Spartans

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Senseii
Biggz The Engineer, baby

We glide, that's normal procedure
This time I got a drop from a thot, so you know it was way more easier
Got keys to the wap, Alicia
They ain't got lungs to firm this shisha
Bad B called Keisha
Give her this D, make her moan like Lisa
I got it on me, that's normal procedure
We glide, that's normal procedure
This time I got a drop from a thot, so you know it was way more easier
Got keys to the wap, Alicia
They ain't got lungs to firm this shisha
Bad B called Keisha
Give her this D, make her moan like Lisa
I got it on mе, that's normal procedure

Opp boys get cut, scissors
Gyalliе on gang, 'cah we public figures
Manna get wet, rivers
One to his ped, but it ain't for delivers
Don't throw up P's in pictures, now he sees me when looks in mirrors
Shank glued on me like stickers
Dance in the rave, broski doing flickers
OT where I get this gwop
Got chopped, 'cah we got that drop
Stop, I just need one like pop
Shank on my lap, I ain't talkin top
I ain’t got time for these beanies
She looks so sweet, diabetes
Trade my teenies and she off in bikinis
I can't talk to these Jakes from tweenies

Your friend's in a coffin
And he's in a zoot, I'm coughin' (He's dead)
Wanna feel blade in the bine? I got options
Saying you're on Mash, have you lost it?
It don't make sense if it don't make profit
D9 got splashed in the head, I think lil' man's in need of a bonnet
Give me a drop, any time I'm on it
Drop that dots just like ****
Just 'cah Slate don't lack in the strip
The fat sh*t lacked and got himself dipped
All for some chicken and chips
The man get nicked, start writing scripts
Free OSav off the wing
Try poke KS, I did, I did
He ran in the shop and he felt my kitch'

Bad B from Kennington, far from elegant
She wants my love like medicine
They ain't bad, it's evident
Opps irrelevant
Bro's OT like an immigrant
I got nicked in sales regrettin' it
Life I live, my mum ain't gettin' it
Back my ting see dem start settin' it
Damn five lil' figs start spreadin it
Mans gonna keep pup he ain't gettin no breather
I got him, wet him, normal procedure
When the time's cold man keep me a heater
Opps are hoes, man they saving Elor
Location on, that was a teaser
Bro pull it and squeeze, he a well known squeezer
I trust my bro, but my right hand's meaner
Times two on me, it's cool dat, run a screamer
Bad B from Hackney, but she can't hack me
And the pagans don't hack beef
She lets me get tappy, 'cah we get tappy
I love ride out, black trackie
Train clothes, so the feds can't track me
It weren't me officer in the backstreet
If you talk on my name, come catch me
And this gyal say my bars come catchy
Let me tell you suttin', see this life kind of f**ked
Anyone can be an undie, anyone can be an opp
Wanna stay free, but you gotta keep it tucked
More time in the bow I come sippin' that
Cut off lil' snip
'Cah n***as like me really pull up on drops
I'mma take the all whites, I ain't sparing sh*t
They didn't wanna run, bro turn that off

Biggz The Engineer, baby

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