Mockingbird (Remix) Lyrics

Mockingbird (Remix) - E1 (3x3)

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Lyrics by Tochii❤️

It's Kosfinger, baby

Anyting 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 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 (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 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

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 Old Bailey

But couldn't link me to the crimes (couldn't link me to the crimes)