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Lyrics Bookey - No Scissors

I i i It's glue baby
Bookey
Feds dem' a'move spooky
Gang shit
Free my friends
RIP Ramsey, all the time

Been on from back in the day
Was kway when I done the digging with diesel
I got so much love for the mandem
I left them planking for me and my people
I can tell them my man's bluffing
Because dem'man are stuntmen, Evel Knievel
I got friends that are trappers and gunmen
Rise that pump and turn man beetroot
It was me that done that drilling
I got one, bro, that's an unknown booter
Came outside on a solo, Yolo
Been round, trynna take shots like snooker

Some boy ya'bad on computer
It's all calm 'till a boy gets soup up
I will make mans wrist bomb flick and twerk
Then flip that work in an Uber
If I have to, what that stuck in my tracksuit?
Ramo long like ruler
We got waps too, why every girl that I chat to's
Ex boyfriend was a loser?
Leeks 'been a bad yute, some boy try act brand new
We I came back, scene got shoot up
They did statues, came back, told bro thank you
We left him stretched like a hoover
It was bro that done that bootin' shooting
Man can't lose him

See me on the back of a bike, just know I might
Jump off while the bike's still moving
I had beef with guys that run when we jump out
Pissed if I bring this pump out
Grub give you Austin Powers, trap twenty-four hours
That's normal, sunrise to sundown
Had a friend that was kinda boujee, told her "Bring her friend"
Had to tell bro "Bring the bussdown"
Had a friend that was kinda bookey, but he fucked up
So I find it real hard to trust now
Had a waps still stuff in the garden, had to tell bro
That "It might have rust now"
Spot them boys anywhere, any time of the year
That's a main road shutdown

Ch Chh Chop it, weigh it, cling it
Pissed 'cause the scales are bruck
Now we're gonna need batteries for the new jiggers
Had plugs was scared to consign man 'cause we robbed
And we boar up niggas
Got grub that's the best of both, trynna get this sold
And bring back figures
Still trynna get a man cut, no scissors
Chh-Chop it, weigh it, cling it
Pissed 'cause the scales are bruck
Now we're gonna need batteries for the new jiggers
Had plugs was scared to consign man 'cause we robbed
And we boar up niggas
Got grub that's the best of both, trynna get this sold
And bring back figures
Still trynna get a man cut, no scissors

Forks and pots, that's rocks from soft
Send a text that's bando beatin'
Been moving bait just to take off heat
Might go at bake at bae's in the evening
Gave her consignment, now he's in hiding
Told bro take of his face if he seen him
Lil' bro got for the woi
Just a remand, all now I ain't seen him
No procrastinating, did him up blatant
There's nothing to get man cut
Had some shoes at my Ex's yard
Had to exit no 'cause she's moving stuck up
Don't answer the phone at home, 'ca you know
Cell sight has man fuck up
Roadside leave man done up, in jail
Man punch and kick and bruck up
This big dot-dot made a man hopscotch no warnings
We got got but the corn weren't for him
Bando's boring, up 'till 0s in the morning
He got aired like Jordan, coulda woulda shoulda just bored him
Heart skipped beats when I swore him
'Dem man are clown and swordfish
Know how to act and talk it
Woi

Ch Chh Chop it, weigh it, cling it
Pissed 'cause the scales are bruck
Now we're gonna need batteries for the new jiggers
Plugs was scared to consign man 'cause we robbed
And we boar up niggas
Got grub that's the best of both, trynna get this sold
And bring back figures
Still trynna get a man cut, no scissors
Chh-Chop it, weigh it, cling it
Pissed 'cause the scales are bruck
Now we're gonna need batteries for the new jiggers
Plugs was scared to consign man 'cause we robbed
And we boar up niggas
Got grub that's the best of both, trynna get this sold
And bring back figures
Still trynna get a man cut, no scissors
Still trynna get a man cut, no scissors
Got grub that's the best of both