Smoke Boys - Eye 4 Eye lyrics correction

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[Verse: Swift]
Put one hand on my friend
There'll be to men in balaclavas
Havin fam sitting in the church
They gon' be bells and pastors
They put my paigons in the pen
They gon' step out two dramas
Tryna' fly OT to a farm
Tryna link up with a farmer
From long time I've been hard
Peng tings made me harder
Side niggas stabbed me in the side
Road got them smoked from karma
He gon' know eye for an eye when he side swap that plaster
Side niggas playin offside, somebody bring a red card up
IPhone on-line dead, somebody bring me a charger
Vex caught my ex on the press, she just want a banana
Got a peng peng cattin for the leg, you chasing punana
Reek's got the peps and the stones, they think life came after
From a Q to a Half to the O, the care pack came way after
I burst too many sales on the road
I'm still not Tony Montana
I have bare peng tings no clothes, look Nikki or Rhianna
And Remy just bust that case, alhamdulillah mashallah
And plus Shaq just stepped out the cage
That's Gucci, Louie and Prada
Flying sittin on Versace chairs, but the gear make the cats go faster
Sleeks walked in with a sweat full of Zs and then aired bare laughter
I move keg when I'm calm and you're dead
Somebody give them a charger
She ain't peng she hits a peng in the ends
Bro hit it, boys bitchin to-morrow
And Flipz don't tark too much
What you sayin I didn't say nada
Ghost car watches the car, still don't force on his brothers
And I be chillin with the yardy dem
Yeah I know why they cuzzy in Gaza
I be tryna find mumzy in bed
With a coy at the end of a [?]
Wish I could hold them man, nuff peng tings for my bruddas
Man haffi big up all waley and tash, shush bro don't say nada
Nuff peng tings give me hat, dead tings giving me drama
And paigon bitches be like, section, section, blah-blah
And hating niggas be like, the section shit and we harder
In tickle me with a thing on me, gettin steak and a leaf less faster
Took a mans Zs, took a mans light, long time I ain't seen darker
Take a mans brick, then I do a shit, then I think about that shit to-morrow
Spray a mans whip, pimp that ride, make the 45 go blah blah
I'm chillin with cliques, your dopey is shit, you're probably havin beef to-morrow
Take a mans chick, take a mans bird, we can fly away to-morrow
White girls call me reem, lighties call me boom, brownies call me peng and whatever
Trappin's the agenda, january-december, dem niggas all weekenders
Federalies still askin questions, why the shots, why the shots
I tell them it was calidon or beckam, and ran off, and ran off

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