Russ Millions, Loski, Taze - Olympic Chinging lyrics
Shylo Batchelor Ashby Milwood
[Russ Millions, Loski, Taze - Olympic Chinging lyrics]
Gyal said she in love, oi hold this mash
Come show me that it's real
Olympic chinging, Taze or Loski did him
Charge in the place, everybody get done
Dot dot wave everybody get one
I love Mr WOT Entertainment
Gyal said she in love oi hold this
Mash come show me that it's real
Olympic chinging, Taze or Loski did him
Olympic chinging
In the trap I could’ve broke my hands
On the other side
I could’ve broke my kitchen
Nuff time man lurk for the opps
Three man, 4 shanks, whole squad get dipping
I don’t know how that prick never died
Gave 22 wounds but the boy resisting
I don’t do Netflix and chill
I get uck, mash bands and drill
I see man dash, dash, trip, splash
Back start spill
Ask them, how kickbacks feel
Gyal said she in love, oi hold this mash
Come show me that it's real
And my brodem sav if I had one wish it would
Be a license to kill oi calm down
I'm on main road chinging
Free SA, two shanks get dipping
MizMac step, backroad get wet
Fed chase, go home with his samurai dripping
Up front, better play your position
Talk on my name
I'll slide where you're chilling
12 gauge pump, no beam what I’m gripping
Dem man chat 'bout bands
Spent 8 on my shoes and
My shotty still kicking
‘Mount of times that we ridden
JoJo rip while I do the fishing
Fantastic vibe when the opp goes swimming
Manbag, many spins on mittens
Gorgeous with a bore tongue oh my
Skeet on her mouth and them boy there kiss it
Russ, splash addict please don’t panic
Cock back, slap it qwoof, qweff, splash him
Russ, splash addict please don’t panic
Cock back, slap it qwoof, qweff, splash him
Her pumpum's tun (Tun)
Grip my pokey, come here, don't run
Chatting like hoes, they soon get bun
Beg you ride out, please act just once
Yeah I'm in that troll you fucking nonce
Russ with the rush, one splashy don
Please go quick, it’s getting shit
Running you down is fucking long
Leaving your bro is fucking wrong
Dip-dip, splash, wet any mum's son
Man chat shit on the net then run
Come like holding wounds is fun
I'm confused like who’s this don
22 bells and a who’s on
Your bae knows me cah she sings my songs
It's okay, slide down dem thongs
Olympic chinging taze or Loski did him
Two hands, one eye, chest high
Can’t lie, big Russ won’t miss him
Dem boy some victims
Came to my block and ran with your kitchen
If we don’t ride, why?
Tell me who, who the fuck bored up Little
In the flesh, my man cried
Just chat ‘pon the net and lie
Ain’t on piss, dey just hide
Ain’t on piss, dem man just hide
Big boy waps, make a boy ride
Tek man's soul, make a boy fly
Fuck off, sold the smoke, I'm alright
Chase him, hope I don’t lose him
Gruesome, shoot him up and go move him
Who’s in? Door get booting
Gruesome, olympic chings for a human
Boom boom bow, den skrr off
Close that case cah you’re
Gonna need Sherlock big blunts man burn off
Show your face, little man you ain’t heard of
Charge in the place, everybody get done
Dot dot wave, everybody get one
Head, chest, back, neck, belly or lung
When I stopped that whip, everybody did run
Belly on bully, turn opp boy wooly
Lemme get the drop, let’s lean, let's boogie
On-site fully
Lemme get the drop and go see what’s goody
I call Russ to ride 'cause he would
Hundred stabbed your gyal cause I could
Brilliant bang, that's your boofs
I didn’t take your gyal but I should
I olympic chinging, I ran up and did him
You left your friend, good riddance
Gloves and mittens, dots like Krillin
Leave man fly like pigeon
Arts and crafts
Carve man down 'til it hurts
When he laughs and farts
Fast man blast, laugh and bark
I ain’t never tried martial arts
That gyal there too rass, crassis
Said she loves my art, I’m an artist
Big man ain’t on man like rahtid
Likkle man better not chance it
Roll and pitch him
Two 9s, 357, that's 10 man liffin'
I got a plan but it coming like mission
Drain the blood and then fish him
(Woosh, woosh, woosh) , What?
Brain on the bludclart kitchen
Still got blade in the bludclart chicken
And flame on the bludclart riddim
Gyal said she in love, oi hold this mash
Come show me that it's real
Olympic chinging, Taze or Loski did him
Charge in the place, everybody get done
Dot dot wave everybody get one
Come show me that it's real
Olympic chinging, Taze or Loski did him
Charge in the place, everybody get done
Dot dot wave everybody get one
I love Mr WOT Entertainment
Gyal said she in love oi hold this
Mash come show me that it's real
Olympic chinging, Taze or Loski did him
Olympic chinging
In the trap I could’ve broke my hands
On the other side
I could’ve broke my kitchen
Nuff time man lurk for the opps
Three man, 4 shanks, whole squad get dipping
I don’t know how that prick never died
Gave 22 wounds but the boy resisting
I don’t do Netflix and chill
I get uck, mash bands and drill
I see man dash, dash, trip, splash
Back start spill
Ask them, how kickbacks feel
Gyal said she in love, oi hold this mash
Come show me that it's real
And my brodem sav if I had one wish it would
Be a license to kill oi calm down
I'm on main road chinging
Free SA, two shanks get dipping
MizMac step, backroad get wet
Fed chase, go home with his samurai dripping
Up front, better play your position
Talk on my name
I'll slide where you're chilling
12 gauge pump, no beam what I’m gripping
Dem man chat 'bout bands
Spent 8 on my shoes and
My shotty still kicking
‘Mount of times that we ridden
JoJo rip while I do the fishing
Fantastic vibe when the opp goes swimming
Manbag, many spins on mittens
Gorgeous with a bore tongue oh my
Skeet on her mouth and them boy there kiss it
Russ, splash addict please don’t panic
Cock back, slap it qwoof, qweff, splash him
Russ, splash addict please don’t panic
Cock back, slap it qwoof, qweff, splash him
Her pumpum's tun (Tun)
Grip my pokey, come here, don't run
Chatting like hoes, they soon get bun
Beg you ride out, please act just once
Yeah I'm in that troll you fucking nonce
Russ with the rush, one splashy don
Please go quick, it’s getting shit
Running you down is fucking long
Leaving your bro is fucking wrong
Dip-dip, splash, wet any mum's son
Man chat shit on the net then run
Come like holding wounds is fun
I'm confused like who’s this don
22 bells and a who’s on
Your bae knows me cah she sings my songs
It's okay, slide down dem thongs
Olympic chinging taze or Loski did him
Two hands, one eye, chest high
Can’t lie, big Russ won’t miss him
Dem boy some victims
Came to my block and ran with your kitchen
If we don’t ride, why?
Tell me who, who the fuck bored up Little
In the flesh, my man cried
Just chat ‘pon the net and lie
Ain’t on piss, dey just hide
Ain’t on piss, dem man just hide
Big boy waps, make a boy ride
Tek man's soul, make a boy fly
Fuck off, sold the smoke, I'm alright
Chase him, hope I don’t lose him
Gruesome, shoot him up and go move him
Who’s in? Door get booting
Gruesome, olympic chings for a human
Boom boom bow, den skrr off
Close that case cah you’re
Gonna need Sherlock big blunts man burn off
Show your face, little man you ain’t heard of
Charge in the place, everybody get done
Dot dot wave, everybody get one
Head, chest, back, neck, belly or lung
When I stopped that whip, everybody did run
Belly on bully, turn opp boy wooly
Lemme get the drop, let’s lean, let's boogie
On-site fully
Lemme get the drop and go see what’s goody
I call Russ to ride 'cause he would
Hundred stabbed your gyal cause I could
Brilliant bang, that's your boofs
I didn’t take your gyal but I should
I olympic chinging, I ran up and did him
You left your friend, good riddance
Gloves and mittens, dots like Krillin
Leave man fly like pigeon
Arts and crafts
Carve man down 'til it hurts
When he laughs and farts
Fast man blast, laugh and bark
I ain’t never tried martial arts
That gyal there too rass, crassis
Said she loves my art, I’m an artist
Big man ain’t on man like rahtid
Likkle man better not chance it
Roll and pitch him
Two 9s, 357, that's 10 man liffin'
I got a plan but it coming like mission
Drain the blood and then fish him
(Woosh, woosh, woosh) , What?
Brain on the bludclart kitchen
Still got blade in the bludclart chicken
And flame on the bludclart riddim
Gyal said she in love, oi hold this mash
Come show me that it's real
Olympic chinging, Taze or Loski did him
Charge in the place, everybody get done
Dot dot wave everybody get one
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