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Tymuni - Bala (feat. SQ) Lyrics



Tymuni - Bala (feat. SQ) Lyrics
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My south ting bad but my east ting badder
When I shoot I score like Saka
London boy raised in the trenches
But I don't like it
Might fly napa
How you gonna talk bout works you done nada
Just stacking these racks taller and taller
From young I've been putting in work
I fell in love with the jugg
Cause I got me some Bala
Home torn apart so I'm hbk
Never had hate in my heart till I seen tears on my sisters face
Cause I been to nba
I'm still trapfit on my ones
Too natural I guess it's the wave
More cash In my hand by Monday come Sunday it's getting raised
In the evening time make it easy to ride
I stay watching my shoulders
I know some people want me in the sky
Free my brudda only serving a High
Cause his single mum just couldn't provide
I be in the stu from morning to night
Cah if rap dont work I'll be more than alright
I ain't one for the talk
Hear it all in my rhymes
Do you get it?
Yh I get it
I don't need to talk bout cheffings my nigga
That ain't my pathway I'm all bout Skrilla
I put my rap first any angles swing that to S that's my driller
My bro way too tapped in studio killer
I gotta get more that's me if I don't I'm inner
I hopped on the beat on volts out on the streets I can be on volts
Grind mode imma have to go ghost if I don't mind be feeling alone
I was feeling alive wid a zino
In my backpack and a scales wid a mindi
On my hip learnt from the fails when i'm going on a trip
Didn't inhale but l'm at that
My bro gon pull up and back that
With no hesitation to back that
All your gonna hear is bap bap
Broski pull up and aim at your snap back
My Bro still stuck in the trap ahk
Serving food for da backstrap
I'm so fly don't attempt to catch that
In my own lane you can't match that
Me and s locked in can't fall over no hoe
Car park drifting but it ain't Tokyo
If she ain't lit then she gotta go home
I don't even claim no postcode
I plugged the ends then moved onto soho
Baddie on me like a pogo
Slim thick badina skin like coa ccoa
Hit once then pass it to bro bro
Don't be screaming out gang gang
You ain't a bad man your just a liar
Several times man stepped to a yute and him singing no choir
If my bros got a problem
Gotta defend my bro like maguire
Pt on my left
Yz on my right and s in the front with the fire
My south ting bad but my east ting badder
When I shoot I score like Saka
London boy raised in the trenches
But I don't like it
Might fly napa
How you gonna talk bout works you done nada
Just stacking these racks taller and taller
From young I've been putting in work
I fell in love with the jugg
Cause I got me some Bala
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My south ting bad but my east ting badder
When I shoot I score like Saka
London boy raised in the trenches
But I don't like it
Might fly napa
How you gonna talk bout works you done nada
Just stacking these racks taller and taller
From young I've been putting in work
I fell in love with the jugg
Cause I got me some Bala
Home torn apart so I'm hbk
Never had hate in my heart till I seen tears on my sisters face
Cause I been to nba
I'm still trapfit on my ones
Too natural I guess it's the wave
More cash In my hand by Monday come Sunday it's getting raised
In the evening time make it easy to ride
I stay watching my shoulders
I know some people want me in the sky
Free my brudda only serving a High
Cause his single mum just couldn't provide
I be in the stu from morning to night
Cah if rap dont work I'll be more than alright
I ain't one for the talk
Hear it all in my rhymes
Do you get it?
Yh I get it
I don't need to talk bout cheffings my nigga
That ain't my pathway I'm all bout Skrilla
I put my rap first any angles swing that to S that's my driller
My bro way too tapped in studio killer
I gotta get more that's me if I don't I'm inner
I hopped on the beat on volts out on the streets I can be on volts
Grind mode imma have to go ghost if I don't mind be feeling alone
I was feeling alive wid a zino
In my backpack and a scales wid a mindi
On my hip learnt from the fails when i'm going on a trip
Didn't inhale but l'm at that
My bro gon pull up and back that
With no hesitation to back that
All your gonna hear is bap bap
Broski pull up and aim at your snap back
My Bro still stuck in the trap ahk
Serving food for da backstrap
I'm so fly don't attempt to catch that
In my own lane you can't match that
Me and s locked in can't fall over no hoe
Car park drifting but it ain't Tokyo
If she ain't lit then she gotta go home
I don't even claim no postcode
I plugged the ends then moved onto soho
Baddie on me like a pogo
Slim thick badina skin like coa ccoa
Hit once then pass it to bro bro
Don't be screaming out gang gang
You ain't a bad man your just a liar
Several times man stepped to a yute and him singing no choir
If my bros got a problem
Gotta defend my bro like maguire
Pt on my left
Yz on my right and s in the front with the fire
My south ting bad but my east ting badder
When I shoot I score like Saka
London boy raised in the trenches
But I don't like it
Might fly napa
How you gonna talk bout works you done nada
Just stacking these racks taller and taller
From young I've been putting in work
I fell in love with the jugg
Cause I got me some Bala
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Writer: Ty muni
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Performed By: Tymuni
Language: English
Length: 2:39
Written by: Ty muni

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