Mockingbird - Remix
(It's Kosfinger, baby)
Anything grrt
3 x 3, AFG
Free all the guys incarcerated
Free my nigga, Tiny
(Untxtled, you did it again)
I'm like, "Hush, little baby, don't you cry"
They're not gonna come N9 (they're not gonna come N9)
Pull up-pull up on the opps, they're shaky
The ends are snaky, I'm Afghan baby
The ones who really run the nine (the ones who really run the nine)
Suttin' just got packed off again and I don't know why
I'm gettin' bagged for a homicide (for a homicide)
Gettin' chased from Kesh was daily, that nigga hates me
He came to Old Bailey, but couldn't link me to the crimes
He used to scream out, "E1's wet 'cause he hasn't used his knife"
And now, Jango has no reply
He-he-he-he ran away and left his bagel
How ungrateful, it ended fatal
Detectives, I don't know this guy
He wasn't there when it was me, myself and I
During C-wing times, doin' lotion, no, she's not my wife
I-I just-I just bust case, hallelujah
I see right through ya, I'm gonna do ya
I cut off all the strings of lies, I cut off all the strings of lies
I'm like, "Hush, little baby, don't you cry"
They're not gonna come N9 (they're not gonna come N9)
Pull up-pull up on the opps, they're shaky
The ends are snaky, I'm Afghan baby
The ones who really run the nine
Suttin' just got packed off again and I don't know why
I'm gettin' bagged for a homicide (for a homicide)
Gettin' chased from Kesh was daily, that nigga hates me
He came to Old Bailey, but couldn't link me to the crimes
I took a look to my right, that's a opp on sight
And now, I need a alibi
I told my mum, "Listen please, don't cry, everything will be alright"
Free up-free up all the fuckin' guys (free the mandem)
They wasn't there when the beef got fried
They just comment on the side (comment on the side)
Old niggas lost their appetite
She-she-she's a-she's a wavy N9 baby, shit's so crazy, it's off safety
Me and them are not alike, me and them are not alike
"Hush, little baby, don't you cry"
They're not gonna come N9 (they're not gonna come N9)
Pull up on the opps, they're shaky
The ends are snaky, I'm Afghan baby
The ones who really run the nine
Sut-sut-suttin' just got packed off again and I don't know why
I'm gettin' bagged for a homicide (for a homicide)
Gettin' chased from Kesh was daily, that nigga hates me
He came to Old Bailey, but couldn't link me to the crimes (couldn't link me to the crimes)
(Untxtled)
Anything grrt
3 x 3, AFG
Free all the guys incarcerated
Free my nigga, Tiny
(Untxtled, you did it again)
I'm like, "Hush, little baby, don't you cry"
They're not gonna come N9 (they're not gonna come N9)
Pull up-pull up on the opps, they're shaky
The ends are snaky, I'm Afghan baby
The ones who really run the nine (the ones who really run the nine)
Suttin' just got packed off again and I don't know why
I'm gettin' bagged for a homicide (for a homicide)
Gettin' chased from Kesh was daily, that nigga hates me
He came to Old Bailey, but couldn't link me to the crimes
He used to scream out, "E1's wet 'cause he hasn't used his knife"
And now, Jango has no reply
He-he-he-he ran away and left his bagel
How ungrateful, it ended fatal
Detectives, I don't know this guy
He wasn't there when it was me, myself and I
During C-wing times, doin' lotion, no, she's not my wife
I-I just-I just bust case, hallelujah
I see right through ya, I'm gonna do ya
I cut off all the strings of lies, I cut off all the strings of lies
I'm like, "Hush, little baby, don't you cry"
They're not gonna come N9 (they're not gonna come N9)
Pull up-pull up on the opps, they're shaky
The ends are snaky, I'm Afghan baby
The ones who really run the nine
Suttin' just got packed off again and I don't know why
I'm gettin' bagged for a homicide (for a homicide)
Gettin' chased from Kesh was daily, that nigga hates me
He came to Old Bailey, but couldn't link me to the crimes
I took a look to my right, that's a opp on sight
And now, I need a alibi
I told my mum, "Listen please, don't cry, everything will be alright"
Free up-free up all the fuckin' guys (free the mandem)
They wasn't there when the beef got fried
They just comment on the side (comment on the side)
Old niggas lost their appetite
She-she-she's a-she's a wavy N9 baby, shit's so crazy, it's off safety
Me and them are not alike, me and them are not alike
"Hush, little baby, don't you cry"
They're not gonna come N9 (they're not gonna come N9)
Pull up on the opps, they're shaky
The ends are snaky, I'm Afghan baby
The ones who really run the nine
Sut-sut-suttin' just got packed off again and I don't know why
I'm gettin' bagged for a homicide (for a homicide)
Gettin' chased from Kesh was daily, that nigga hates me
He came to Old Bailey, but couldn't link me to the crimes (couldn't link me to the crimes)
(Untxtled)
Credits
Writer(s): Inconnu Compositeur Auteur, William Boyette
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