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Only You Freestyle Lyrics
Woi
Yes
Yes
Woi
Again and again, again and again
Yeah
Yo
Chubbs might jam this yute for a chain
And give it to a sweet one, called that Maya Jama
Givin out gifts like Santa, sippin on Sanna
Used to do lean and Wock
Closet filled up with designer, comin like Panda, Panda
Yeah, gyal just came to the booth and asked for a wheel
She never heard drill in Atlanta
Arabic ting told me that I look like Youssef, look like Hamza
Habibti please, ana akeed, inti wa ana ahla
With Pop Skull in Gaza, but not that Gaza, but still its a mazza
Niggas want peace like Cassava
But we let bridge dem burn like grabba
Woi
Four in the cliz and one in the headie
Hand no shake, man, hold that steady
You man love pose with the ting for the picture
You man shoulda buss that ting already
You man love hezi, hezi
Yeah, cant backchat to the Prezi
Know when the beef just taste like veggie?
Gyal go Ritz for the mani-pedi
CC bag look nice, but the Birkin bag look way more heavy
Thats just a big gyal ting, man, you get me?
Raemi just turned mommy, and thats my sis, so I just turned abti
Fan mail came to the crib from a yute that loves me, I swear that touched me
I never even drive no whips I own, so they all look way too dusty
If me and Gallest go St. Michael, the gyal come way too fussy, crushy
Man said they would do this and that, but the man wasnt really that wassi, was he?
Nah, nah, nah, the man wasnt really that what?
One-nine-four-two hits my system, man get way too frosty, buzzy
Girls from the past that lost me love me
Same ones there that crossed me, cuss me
Everything come full circle, word to the boss above me
Slow stroking cause the bamski way too big, my gyal dont rush me
Woi
Dont make me have to rise my rifle
Man try send some young boys for me, dont make me have to ride by high school
Shit you man been droppin lately, dont make me have to fly my iTunes
So much people buy into my hype, dont make me have to buy my hype too
Dealt with the big homie already, dont make me have to side-by-side you
Nuff times he tried to hide behind you
Amnesia but when I remind you
Im touchin road and I cant find you
Word to the M-O-B Im tied to
Im givin up when I decide to, jheeze
One
Suh-suh-suh
Suh-suh
Suh-suh, suh-suh-suh-suh
Oh, how we hate leggies
How much points have the gang got? Many
Didnt ever have to rise that dots
It was just under my bed and ready
Bro-bro chinged up an opp
Boy, I swear he got chinged already
That next one thought he was boss
Then he got shot, Nathan Tettey
Got this bad B, Ohene
My next one from yard love reggae
We dishin out store and telly
Then we in France balling out, Trezeguet
She look sexy sippin on Henny
My prawns grilled and my pasta penne
She give headie, headie
My tracksuit Louis, now covered in Fenty
Used to put the light in the cling
And it still didnt stop it smellin like petty
Put a dark in the blue, then we put it in the red, Balotelli
Them times it was M way
I mean M way, T house, M way
Now its penty, uptown penty
Bentley, Range, then Bentley
Have you ever had your pockets empty?
But still found the bread to afford a trenton?
Six litres flying through Epsom
I swear Ive seen life from both perspectives
That spot so far upsuh, en-route, got no connection
I done run through so much Scottish notes
Couldnt care bout no recession
I still get one jail call from Boogie
Judge gave him twenty years straight, it moved me
CPS murder in the dock like Rupert
Cah lil bro went and dun him so ruthless
Got this cutie, she half-Cuban
Probably why she like playin with the Cuban
Say she like chillin with the ooters, booters
Eating uptown all suited booted, booted, booted
They wasnt with us when the jeans were bootleg
Put in that work, we aint never been spoon-fed
Comin for the jungle, you know where the zoo is
Four-four or the three-two auto bells, its a toothpick
No rap cap, we just speak what the truth is
Lord forgive them, they dont know what theyre doing
Shotgun, open the hatch, I put two in
Still aint forgot how it feels to be losin
They thought it was permanent, found it amusin
Now this drip on me like Im canoein
Time just flyin
Im just tryna take this live ting to my juvies, juvies
So the beef is fryin
They aint tryna stop slidin, Toosie, Toosie
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Clash Lyrics
Jordan 4s or Jordan 1s, Rolexes, got more than one
My AP cost thirty-one, millimeters: forty-one
Stick him up with a stick-stick, he drew the shorter one
You cant short me one, in the club with the shortest one
Lighty, the shortest one, on my mind, Jorja one
Crocodile bag, I bought her one, vegan ting, I slaughter one
Freaks, I got more than one, fuck, daddy and daughter one
Tory puttin in labour, this that Jeremy Corbyn one
Awkward one, race me there, wait, hare, tortoise one
I need a ting, thirty plus, Blackberry and Walkman 1s
Look, I left my phone and my babies, silent mode
My guys on ridin mode, zombies, survival mode
Hes got a new vest? Man, pop that shield, no microphone
Ill ride for bro, hes next to I like typin O
The score: 5 and 0, 6-to-1
For the kicks I love, twelve-fifty-four like 6-to-1
Babe, cant look at my mentions, thats Area 51
Im so close to my pension, my left wrist is sixty-one
My left wrist retiring, mm
My apprentice tryna give Alan Sugar, theres no way I can—
Jordan 4s or Jordan 1s, Rolexes, got more than one
My AP cost thirty-one, millimeters: forty-one
Stick him up with a stick-stick, he drew the shorter one
You cant short me one, in the club with the shortest one
Lighty, the shortest one, on my mind, Jorja one
Crocodile bag, I bought her one, vegan ting, I slaughter one
Freaks, I got more than one, fuck, daddy and daughter one
Tory puttin in labour, this that Jeremy Corbyn one
Overrated one, most hated one
Slid round after his birthday, gave him a happy belated one
Burned that bridge, cremated one, boom-boom, bailiff one
Got away with murder, this that Viola Davis one
They stop and stare, watch rare, clear, stainless one
Debate this one, hatin-niggas gonna hate this one, ah
I live life on the high, might fly to Dubai with the guys cause the weathers been shit
I can wear a different kettle every day of the month from a different—
Rollies, got twenty-one, I been lit since twenty-one
Girl, I need that gently one, that Savage and Fenty one, hmm
Daves got the new Aston Martin plug, could you send me one?
He said No need to be rentin one
Big flexes, inventin one, cold, cold
My bros dont chat, we just wear all-black on a blend-in one
Man are talkin war, dont know bout war til you end in one
The machine got sweets, on a vending one
Needed a hit, could have penned him one, cah youre pendin one
Aight, she wanna go to the cinema, so we just walk downstairs
The mortgage cleared, weve overtaken all our peers
After all these years, disrespect is all I hear
Im Pep, I ball with flair
Off the set, they storm like, off the set, they storm like Piers
Thats what I call mornin tears
Them man are talkin bare, but its cool cause—
I got my ting so Im more than good, anytime that I walk my hood
I got the Jordan 4s and 6s, all I need now is Jordyn Woods
Dont get caught for pus, dont die for nyash
We slide and crash, sixteen, dont write and clash
Sixteen, dont battlerap
She got the WAP and a wap, what are you thinkin?
Mans on simpin, Ill buy her a car like a pair of—
Jordan 4s or Jordan 1s, Rolexes, got more than one
My AP cost thirty-one, millimeters: forty-one
Stick him up with a stick-stick, he drew the shorter one
You cant short me one, in the club with the shortest one
Lighty, the shortest one, on my mind, Jorja one
Crocodile bag, I bought her one, vegan ting, I slaughter one
Freaks, I got more than one, fuck, daddy and daughter one
Tory puttin in labour, this that Jeremy Corbyn one20Embed |
Know Better Lyrics
They should know better
They should know better
They should know better
Melo Beats
Traphouse Mob
Bad B on the Nizz
You really think I went upsie for scrum?
Live corn in the shh
I could’ve let it in the uni room
But I know better
Opps wanna see me get nicked with a shh
But I know better
Next day shh got-got by shh
Gang done got down two this week, thats shh and shh
They should know better
Don’t see me in the flesh and don’t make man leak
Man do shit for the gram and tweet
Man rise that shh and skeet
How many: shh, shh, shh, shh? Lets see
Man could’ve put it on the net
When gang done chinged up shh
And the bros didn’t neither
Man just left it to the media
They say I took a L in L
But shh made a W in W
Anything green get wah, then oh lord
Know better
Anything shh, shh, excellent finish, Mo Salah
How man tell me buss my shh?
Only cah they know I’m on camera
They want me in the bin, Osama
That would’ve been four summers
Let me know if your favourite rapper wouldve shh, shh, shh
You feel me? Still out here B
Lobster, steak and these things
One
Old friends doing up commentary
But they forgot that shh got shh
Then they came over here with the mandem
And that’s just becah Abz made Robbery
Everybody do it for the net so much
They forget to go do their job properly
Shh done chinged down shh
Put one on the wing, I was playin Monopoly
Still see me on the opp block open toe
I could’ve put shh on the net
When I had man crashin on Croyland Road
Bad B on the Nizz
You really think I went upsie for scrum?
Live corn in the shh
I could’ve let it in the uni room
But I know better
Opps wanna see me get nicked with a shh
But I know better
Next day shh got-got by shh
Gang done got down two this week, thats shh and shh
They should know better
Don’t see me in the flesh and don’t make man leak
Man do shit for the gram and tweet
Man rise that shh and skeet
How many: shh, shh, shh, shh? Lets see
OFB run Tottenham
And I love my team like a Spurs fan
Get round there and try burst man
Blue Nile or I hit Kervans
Them boy there neeks
Cheff game on fleek
Just copped new sweets
Straight cash, no deets
My strap got grease
Still stack them P’s
Ring, trap all week
Got beef in the streets
So I invest in shells
Had man changing their bio
Hashtag your bredrins world
Try put gang on a vid
Twenty-four hours later
Shh got slapped with a stick
Now opps can’t stand on their strip
All now I don’t know who my paigons are
Cah them man don’t wanna buck me
My niggas keep up with fuckery
Slide round there with that brucky
Fry man like it’s Kentucky
If I don’t hit one then they’re lucky
If I don’t hit one then they’re lucky
But I’m still gonna try my best
Blow my ting and take him out the game
I’m like the ref
In the field I slide on dem
But I ain’t tryna kick mans leg
Twelve inch Rambo, dip mans chest
Send shots tryna hit mans head
Mind your friends don’t intercept
Bad B on the Nizz
You really think I went upsie for scrum?
Live corn in the shh
I could’ve let it in the uni room
But I know better
Opps wanna see me get nicked with a shh
But I know better
Next day shh got-got by shh
Gang done got down two this week, thats shh and shh
They should know better
Don’t see me in the flesh and don’t make man leak
Man do shit for the gram and tweet
Man rise that shh and skeet
How many: shh, shh, shh, shh? Lets see
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Don’t Rush Lyrics
Dont rush, slow touch
Brown and white, like I go cunch
Grab and buy, make em go bust
Eye for eye, make em lose trust
White rum, fizzy pop
Where you dey go? We dey go up
Catch my vibe , let me go off
Blammed her twice, man its so tough
Aight yo, put the Belaire on her batty, make it kotch
Seen the watch, now she wanna give crotch
Boy got ps, now she hopping in the pod
Man in real life sugar, gyaldem haffi get wopped
Know she want dark, told her Meet me at the top
Switching lanes the other day, I seen her waiting for a bus
Baby this a Moncler sweater, Diesel denim
Buy another while my pockets fat like Heather
Neck froze like I dont know no better
Benzo truck, white seats and they leather
Go broke never, on my grind
She make it clap like Im Busta Rhymes
I got the juice, the sauce and all them things
I blammed her twice tonight with all my bling
Big Benz, I drive, I brought that ting
Any girl you want, they want my ting
Dont rush, slow touch
Brown and white, like I go cunch
Grab and buy, make em go bust
Eye for eye, make em lose trust
White rum, fizzy pop
Where you dey go? We dey go up
Catch my vibe , let me go off
Blammed her twice, man its so tough
Flood my ice, make a ho blush
Back at the tour bus, gettin caught up
DSquared got em distressed, gotta hand wash
New racks with the old Nikes in the shoe box
Keep my stripes, no cuffs
Pull up in a new plate and she might just
She werent tryna move bait when our eyes locked
New tints on the coupé, thats her head lost
Off my whites, right my wrongs
Gucci my mum, while you diddle your thumbs
Count my sums, this is gonna get long
Love my green, Im tryna get strong
Tryna get bun, where Im from, its on
Yes, man dont take no dumb, threats
They see funds, they hop, fence
We been up, not up next
Dont rush, slow touch
Brown and white, like I go cunch
Grab and buy, make em go bust
Eye for eye, make em lose trust
White rum, fizzy pop
Where you dey go? We dey go up
Catch my vibe , let me go off
Blammed her twice, man its so tough
And introducing
The one and only
Big truck, no clutch
Wrist froze, dont touch
French Ciri, Im so drunk
Course I cant drink and drive, wheres my chauffeur?
Bando upsuh, whip that coca
I really hope this time my worker dont floss
See, I was in the wok, now my penthouse at the top
Shawty said theyre best friends, I bet they both fuck
Cause they wont cuss, cause they said I sold drugs
And when you down there, aint nobody around
Wheres the comeback? When you blow up
I forgot my jacket but my heated seats help me warm up
Fast train to Inverurie, I used to go up
Its ironic, I just sold out my show in Scotland
Used to say I wanna put Tottenham on the map
But one day Ima change the map in Tottenham
Dont rush, slow touch
Brown and white, like I go cunch
Grab and buy, make em go bust
Eye for eye, make em lose trust
White rum, fizzy pop
Where you dey go? We dey go up
Catch my vibe , let me go off
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Audacity Lyrics
Its like
You niggas audacious
Hmm
Yeah
I roll out with no cash on me
Calm now with no mash on me
Stay away from these ashy youts
Fore they come around and get ash on me
Thats five thousand capacity
Five thousand capacity
Then spread that over the UK
And then add it up and get back to me
You pussios are not bad for me
Mad man, they go mad for me
Who the fuck went an gassed you up
Like youre good enough to be clashin me?
Oh, please stop harrassin me
Charge me up and put gas in me
Them likkle fish want to try ting
Oh, man, the audacity
I got girl in my inbox sendin me eyes
Livin on the edge til the end of our lives
Wolf in a sheepskin tellin me lies
Sometimes I love when my enemy dies
Woo, so ahead of my time
Mainstream boy starts lettin off lie
We can never, ever, ever level in price
Take that fee, and then treble it twice, yeah
The problems back, I got flows
Watch your back, Im on smoke
Dodge the paps and do boat
My boys are maximum boast
Aint no time to bly man
Know my ting from here to Thailand
You man got that gun off my man
So you man got that gun on finance
Like whats this rented skeng? Buy your own
Use my pen to skeng-fry your dome
Want me to send for them, mind the throne
Cliché, rep your ends, die alone
Cliché, run your guns and die broke
I dont buy in ones, I buy bulk
Yeah, go and bust your gun, I like smoke
Rude boy, mind ya lungs, you might choke
Like cough, cough, puff, puff, pass
Youre not tough or hard
They callin me the virgin Mike
How the hell I bust so fast?
Rude boy, I came and shook my whole era
No cosigns for me and no carers
2019 and I swear Im goin clearer
Jar full of dead MCs like Paul Bearer
I roll out with no cash on me
Calm now with no mash on me
Stay away from these ashy youts
Fore they come around and get ash on me
Thats five thousand capacity
Five thousand capacity
Then spread that over the UK
And then add it up and get back to me
You pussios are not bad for me
Mad man, they go mad for me
Who the fuck went an gassed you up
Like youre good enough to be clashin me?
Oh, please stop harrassin me
Charge me up and put gas in me
Them likkle fish want to try ting
Oh, man, the audacity
Had to slang this caine, no Harry
Now my track suit says Balmain Paris
Smoke on bro, no Cali
So you better stay well back, Danny
Oh, now we got beef in the streets
And I thought itd only be in my patty
Cause I learned how to work this handy
Knowledge is power, ask Gandhi
I was with the bro eatin jollof at aunties
I told her Im tryna be the best I can be
Next day, I go end up on the opp block
Like whos on me, Chale?
Come off the wing like Andros Townsend
I bought her a new hanny and it cost four thousand
Kept it close, paigons wanna out me
They want me in a box like chicken chow mein
I wonder why opps wanna try me
Why feds put me in court and trial me?
Bad Bs get bored and dial me
And ask when were goin to the niz, Im like, Shall we?
Laid back, but still rowdy
Same goons from throwback still round me
Funny how my old tings still shout me
Oh, low me
Roll out, its so casually
Im poppin up in cities randomly
London City or Birmingham
I just done a hundred through Canterbury
No security, I could have a twenty in cash on me
Trident cant believe Im lege
So theyre in the house like theyre Ali G
I roll out with no cash on me
Calm now with no mash on me
Stay away from these ashy youts
Fore they come around and get ash on me
Thats five thousand capacity
Five thousand capacity
Then spread that over the UK
And then add it up and get back to me
You pussios are not bad for me
Mad man, they go mad for me
Who the fuck went an gassed you up
Like youre good enough to be clashin me?
Oh, please stop harrassin me
Charge me up and put gas in me
Them likkle fish want to try ting
Oh, man, the audacity
Oh man, the audacity
Oh man, the audacity
Oh, its a catastrophe
I changed the game drastically
Big Mike cut down Glastonbury
Flashbacks from Glastonbury
Love it when it all comes back to me
Telling lies, not facts on me
I roll out with no spesh on me
Gods son, this is flesh on me
Stay away from these paigon youts
Cah many men, they wish death on me
When Banksy put the vest on me
Felt like God was testin me
When Banksy put the vest on me
Felt like God was testin me7Embed |
Ain’t It Different Lyrics
Suh, suh, s-s-s-suh
Aint it different? I link my ting in LA
But I cant fly to the States cah I got too much convictions
Apparently all I talk is prison, but I dont know no different
Cah I was in jail up north, runnin another coalition
Fresh home, I bought coke and whipped it
I put some roses where my wrist is
You aint ever made a birthday cake from Digestive biscuits
Will have to take lemon juice to a piss test
Every day I look up to the Lord, give thanks for all this litness
Come home, fresh out the system, gymnast
Rollin with smoke on my jones
Pigs want all the camera on me, not the one from Dipset
I still cant mix pleasure with business, sorry, princess
I come a long way from broke days
I got to work and fixed it
Baby, are you up for this?
I am feeling hot tonight
Ready for the bump and grind
Wheel it back and run it one more time, yeah, yeah
Baby, are you up for this?
I am feeling hot tonight
Ready for the bump and grind
Wheel it back and run it one more time, yeah, yeah
Aint it different?
Spent like ten years grindin
Covered in diamonds, never been minin
Came through, mans still shinin
Cah I was in Homeford House with the pack
And now Im in Dubai, limin
Me and Headz landed abroad, two new kettles, perfect timin
The new whips white on white, peanut butter, rose gold linin
You can catch me in Central
Car so dumb, when I press this button, its gone, I dont do rentals
Air 1s fresher than menthol
I dont wanna get shit lit, but the way that bro grip sticks aint gentle
Summer time shootouts, big big loot-outs
Get corn stuck in your dental
Baby, are you up for this?
I am feeling hot tonight
Ready for the bump and grind
Wheel it back and run it one more time, yeah, yeah
Baby, are you up for this?
I am feeling hot tonight
Ready for the bump and grind
Wheel it back and run it one more time, yeah, yeah
Aint it different?
When I first stepped in the game
Man tried leech on my name, now they wanna act all distant
Man love smile in my face and then they wanna chat like vixens
Its good, its not back in the day, woulda got yourself wrapped on Clifton
I dont really take no checks, Ill warn you
And I dont do threats, Im cordial
I dont even Snap on the jet, its normal
Black tie, but Im dressed informal
Like the boys from East, Im nasty
Dont do drip, but I still stay classy
You wanna know, then ask me, easy
Baby, are you up for this?
I am feeling hot tonight
Ready for the bump and grind
Wheel it back and run it one more time, yeah, yeah
Baby, are you up for this?
I am feeling hot tonight
Ready for the bump and grind
Wheel it back and run it one more time, yeah, yeah
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Golden Boot Lyrics
MKThePlug
M1OnTheBeat
MKThePlug
M1OnTheBeat
Turn, turn
Bad B come to the niz
Skin all gold, she cute
Hows her boyfriend pissed cause she know my tunes?
I need me a skeng, I cant fit it in the ride
We might have to slide with an open boot
Scored all of these points this season
OFB won the Golden Boot
Still do it how I did it with Scat
Weve already worn those boots
Opps see the offside flag
Come like they forgot their boots
Them man there selective bad boys
I really dont know how they pick and choose
The whole gang spent bands on boots
Them man cant afford no boots
Im married to Elizabeth, thats my wife
Anyting green get bun, still do it like I done it like half my life
Any sight of the goal man shoot
Perform this excellent finish, I do it like Kane or Lukaku
Old school like Bergkamp and Henry
Ammuniton stays on me
Keep an eye out for undies
Sawn-off cost me a monkey
Opposition wish they can touch me
I remember pedal bike days and the kitchen knife getting frontied
Now man just fly out the front seat
Opps know that the gang too dumpy
Age 17 in country, me and Jay like Lucas and Bumpy
My first phone calls my alarm clock, the line too jumpy
I told my young boys fly upsee
I hit shots from far like Roberto Carlos
All I do is organise orders, come like I work in Argos
I do it for the bread no hard-dough
Headie One need a reload in cargo, still tryna do it like they did it in Narcos
I put weight on my phone, no cardio
Opps see me in the flesh and they cant help when their heart goes
All we did is pressure these opps, now they cant stand in the field like Marlo
Bad B come to the niz
Skin all gold, she cute
Hows her boyfriend pissed cause she know my tunes?
I need me a skeng, I cant fit it in the ride
We might have to slide with an open boot
Scored all of these points this season
OFB, OFB, OFB
Free Bradz, thats my guy
Someone tell RV to controlla
I was on basic coping
Touch road and these tyres got broken
Me and this 4s like Krept and Konan
They soon touch the road all swollen
Bet hes gonna want his boots all golden
Cant tell the gang about scoring
Been over them sides there, tryna tear shirts open like Hulk Hogan
I gotta burn my clothing and dodge the wing cah I like my bread toasted
Dem man hope to my downfall and all now theyre still hoping
Back then I tried smoke with a sawny and all now Im still smoking
Just done a whole night shift and all now theyre still calling
T-house looking all scary, have you ever watched Conjuring?
And thats all for the bread and wine
Thats even those far from holy
Mask on my face
They couldve been Cactus Jack or Mick Foley
Bad B come to the niz
Skin all gold, she cute
Hows her boyfriend pissed cause she know my tunes?
I need me a skeng, I cant fit it in the ride
We might have to slide with an open boot
Scored all of these points this season
OFB won the Golden Boot
Still do it how I did it with Scat
Weve already worn those boots
Opps see the offside flag
Come like they forgot their boots
Them man there selective bad boys
I really dont know how they pick and choose
The whole gang spent bands on boots
Them man cant afford no boots
MKThePlug
M1OnTheBeat
MKThePlug
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18HUNNA Lyrics
18 hunna for the new rusty
Four and a half in the bando, profit oh-so lovely
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18 hunna for the new rusty
Man grab it and kick it like rugby
I was in the T house, head back dusty
Still waking up to nudes in country
Four and a half in the bando
Profit oh so lovely
My little bro shitted out the pack and flushed it
Tell me how he could be so clumsy?
These bad Bs coming to the niz
They dont really love me, but they love me
From qway, been doing up upsy
Yeah, I swear man done more sales than Gumtree
If I get me that drop, it wont be nuttin like Humptys
Backdoor bus, watch me get dumpy
These opps cant never get comfy
Heart of a lion
Skenged up for the field
Cah I might buck me a python
Snakes in the grass, I dont know whos preeing on my ting
Still gotta keep money on my mindset
Losing weight all last year
And I aint ever been on no diet
Shh-shh got shh, all bait
All now gang gotta keep that one quiet
Half asleep last night, I done a night shift
I couldnt even count those tenners and fivers
I was fifteen stepping, stressing out cab drivers
Skengs in the wiz, no licence
I know full well where the 9 is
You cant talk about riding
18 hunna for the new rusty
Man grab it and kick it like rugby
I was in the T house, head back dusty
Still waking up to nudes in country
Four and a half in the bando
Profit oh so lovely
My little bro shitted out the pack and flushed it
Tell me how he could be so clumsy?
These bad Bs coming to the niz
They dont really love me, but they love me
From qway, been doing up upsy
Yeah, I swear man done more sales than Gumtree
If I get me that drop, it wont be nuttin like Humptys
Backdoor bus, we could get dumpy
These opps cant never get comfy
Look
No composure, still flip like Motorolas
Diss me? Then Im phoning bro up
Hop into the oldest motor
My west ting want to leave me
But I told her I need three weeks notice
Dont listen to them, theyre loafers
We got beef with them mans olders
Olders, hocus pocus
Eyes all rolling back
Gotta tap that face like babes, stay focused
We aint ever had no-
You see, most of my Gs got birded
Thats why Ive still gotta watch for the vultures
Somalis I roll with
So its akhi on the side like salt fish
Literally
Mans been tryna make history
But my little nigga in the ends
And hes still tryna turn man history
Ive got twins in Leicester
Both tryna say that theyre into me
But they aint getting no ring from me
Thats Pot Noodles and Indomie
So, man just put dick in her belly
That girl got a big back like tellys
In two-double-0 five, mans not ready
My Somali called Ali, not Dele
That girl wasnt worthy of the bedroom
My brudda, she got touched on the settee
Man came in heavy
You know what it is, its Dave and Headie
18 hunna for the new rusty
Man grab it and kick it like rugby
I was in the T house, head back dusty
Still waking up to nudes in country
Four and a half in the bando
Profit oh so lovely
My little bro shitted out the pack and flushed it
Tell me how he could be so clumsy?
These bad Bs coming to the niz
They dont really love me, but they love me
From qway, been doing up upsy
Yeah, I swear man done more sales than Gumtree
If I get me that drop, it wont be nuttin like Humptys
Backdoor bus, we could get dumpy
These opps cant never get comfy
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Both Lyrics
Pipe it up PJ
Nastylgia
T house up north or near the coast, rudeboy, there’s both
Spend this bread on jewels or spend it on smoke
Man spend it on both
Counting up this money from O or money from shows
Mans counting up both
Paps need a pattern business and a pattern up home
Man patternin both
Feds draw me out for a works and smoke
Tryna do me for both
They want me back on soch, using chips and rice
Tryna pattern me both
But Im on road, yellow bones, brown ones, I get loving from both
Money and success, just let a young nigga go govern up both
Me and T Buck see two opps on the mains
And we ended up doing up both
Too much beef on the streets
Were hitting two blocks and were shooting up both
I know feds want me back up in courts
Sat in front of the judge just doing up oath
How many times in jail was it bread and oats?
Put peanut butter on both
Now they say that Im the king of drill
Trap, rap, Im doing it all
Everywhere and everywhere, the gangs smokey
Let the gangdem bring it on tour
Every day I hear niggas tryna draw me out
Why they all want me to war?
.44 long and that poisonous scopes
They dont want us bringing out both
Come look at the table, its a lawn chair
I had go get, traphouse really had no air
You was out clubbin with nowhere
OT, I had to go there
But then I aint done a show here
Remember I had plans to go near
In the fast lane, I dont know where
T house up north or near the coast, rudeboy, there’s both
Spend this bread on jewels or spend it on smoke
Man spend it on both
Counting up this money from O or money from shows
Mans counting up both
Paps need a pattern business and a pattern up home
Man patternin both
Feds draw me out for a works and smoke
Tryna do me for both
They want me back on soch, using chips and rice
Tryna pattern me both
But Im on road, yellow bones, brown ones, I get loving from both
Money and success, just let a young nigga go govern up both
I just dial up bro for a half a B and tell him pattern up coke
How many long afternoons did I spend in the T just bagging up both?
Jailhouse, scrambling eggs in a kettle
Just wishing I could have it with toast
I couldnt tell you how weak was a sunday roast
Rice pudding all in that bowl
See this life of sin, Im just tryna make sure my heart stays pure
Feds had me locked for time
Evidence they would never find like Jah Cure
I was tryna get rich or die, fuck tryin
Id rather be dead than poor
Im really out ere tryna govern it all
Money, power, respect and more
Come look at the table, its a lawn chair
I had go get, traphouse really had no air
You was out clubbin with nowhere
OT, I had to go there
But then I aint done a show here
Remember I had plans to go near
In the fast lane, I dont know where
T house up north or near the coast, rudeboy, there’s both
Spend this bread on jewels or spend it on smoke
Man spend it on both
Counting up this money from O or money from shows
Mans counting up both
Paps need a pattern business and a pattern up home
Man patternin both
Feds draw me out for a works and smoke
Tryna do me for both
They want me back on soch, using chips and rice
Tryna pattern me both
But Im on road, yellow bones, brown ones, I get loving from both
Money and success, just let a young nigga go govern up both
Both
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Drill Lyrics
The search has claimed that social media is being used increasingly by gangs, to provoke each other and could be responsible for a rise in violence. The social group Catch22 told Sky News that, Videos and pictures posted online can intensify other rivalries, in ways not experienced by previous generations.
Let me tell you how my animals move
Step in the cut, designer shoes, done it in Canada Goose
And these neeks aint touch me ever, Ive bored up their olders too
Anything opp man drill it, or man fish it, Harlem Loose
Crime scenes we done many plus, SA way too cheffy
Anytime the opps make snaps, me, M and the Twins try lurk round Kelly
Splash man down thats blood pon many, we came through and them boy werent ready
Step for the kill dont bring that celly, say misch mash but their stacks on empty
Got Naghz like Future got Metro, shoot that nigga if bro dont trust
Slow down baby or screw me, trying on my hoodie, put it down love
Smoking on dog or cookie, I see man stooky when shotgun buss
You get got then you run out of luck
Bruck down 20 of each
I distribute grubs at the same way, President Trump distributing his speech
I swear me and T wouldve been rich, if we ever had a run thats clean
But for years we was doing up jail, between two Gs thats hundreds of weeks
Thats all for jugging and violence, obbo in the hood thats Trident
Things in the kitchen thats science, trap phones filled up with clients
And the opps cant tell me bout riding, I had the whole block smelling like tyres
And I know what it feels like to be dead broke, I scrapped the fuck out the Pyrex
I heard a whole load of sirens
How they talk about pressure? When its me that applied it
I put skengs in a bruk down Vestra
Dem man are Brock like Lesnar
I still get it in a dance, I couldnt give a fuck about wands and sensors
Circle the opp block too many times now the gang just restless
My phone done a One last night, I just spent it
Cause these weapons still part of expenses, Im still stuck in the trenches
Been locked in a room with weights and benches, my trap phone still bench press
Spend it on teeth and we aint even gotta go dentist
Drilling, trapping, olympic chinging
Name an opp block I aint been in
Anything green get bun, hit anyone except kids and women
Rambos twinning, on a late night tryna catch man slippin
Go home with my black blade drippin, dem man run, shit, I pray that I catch one trippin
Chef man down Im Michelin starred, tools in the ride like Im fixing a car
Whos got a problem? No block in Tottenham does more drilling than ours
I can get man down with the team, or I can ride alone
Leave my house and my keys, rambo tucked and a Lyca phone
Jakes done a raid at my mums house, I can tell that she aint impressed
I swear down I really hate these feds
Must think Im dumb, to have this gun and stay at the same address
They couldnt rate me less
DC tried read my rights, told him not to waste his breath
Red up on a g-pack, all of these cells that I hit to the b-cats
Could have me back in a cell in a b-cat, and I aint tryna see that
So I gotta step with caution, sliders or expensive Jordans
RV Im stuck in the trap, like my girl didnt get an abortionEmbed |
Once In A While Lyrics
Sykes, Sykes
Top floor penthouse
I reminisce just once in a while
Q and Q for free
Everybody getting high when I come to the town
I was locked down down South
Had tugs tryna tell me ’come to the mount
Had a couple months til I’m out
Just three months later, had a nine in that presser
And it come straight out that blender
I was out ere playin catch up
Cah I know that my timin is precious
How many times did I do that fast lane?
Reach that junction, take that exit?
It couldve been wrap when I throw this twenty
But it got spent on a sawn off Trenton
Get yourself caught on the lack
No one cant save him
Youre gonna see a doctor, who?
David Tennant
Four long kickin
Swear down this one here ain’t from Tekken
Caught me a suttin’ and it got left leakin
I done it just like my pendant
This black blade, that’s my best friend, thats my best friend
And all the fiends know about the bando, thats their entrance
Face-to-face with judge
But Im thinkin’ no way that thats my sentence
Do it for bro cah he do it for me
Thats my bredrin
Top floor penthouse
I reminisce just once in a while
Q and Q for free
Everybody getting high when I come to the town
I was locked down down South
Had tugs tryna tell me come to the mount
Had a couple months til Im out
Bro got a couple months til hes out
No doubt, Bando, man do it and bounce
This Bad Bs comin qway from South
Said she loves Bando and SJ, thats clout
Jump out, creep up like a mouse
But bros too fast, he wan scream and shout
Bring smoke to the dance, go bow
Have mouth and watch me back it from my pouch
Ouch, smoke on me, I got it
My bro got it too but hes high off loud
If I pull up, dont be in the crowd
Bandokay, bad yute from a child
The opp boys know gang go wild
And my fam telling me that I make them proud
Year 9, school times, werent allowed
I wouldve have my Rambo like man does now
This sweet one wants Nandos now
On my line said she wants to take Bando out
I aint leavin the bando now
Trap boy, Bando, Im a bando child
Swing that, got my Rambo out
Put a hand on Mango, man take him out
Man break it down, man chase him down
And pray that he dont make it out
Top floor penthouse
I reminisce just once in a while
Q and Q for free
Everybody getting high when I come to the town
I was locked down down South
Had tugs tryna tell me come to the mount
Had a couple months til Im out
Free SJ, pray he beats his trial
I swear I got beef with the Malis
Cah theyre tryna take over the town
Spin-ting spins like a merry-go-round
This brown skin brucks her back, shes from South
Two got shh in a week, like, how?
Normal procedure, load that beater
Creep up then you hear click-clack-bow
Double Lz, Im classed as bad
You can get chinged out your DSquared pants
SJ, my bro, my fam
I swear I cant wait til my broski lands
You dont want us to get this call
Were doing our duties in Transit vans
I was on them sides when my guys decamped
Jump out, shing-shaow, or you might get slapped
Smoke in the ride, man got it and my bro got it too
But hes high off the pack
Do it and dash, and pray I get back
Cant call no cab cah hes smarter than that
Phones at home, we dont do it for Snap
Free Boogie B, he got caught on the cam
Go and ask opps how they dislike man
Ill tell you for a fact that Im know as a sav
Top floor penthouse
I reminisce just once in a while
Q and Q for free
Everybody getting high when I come to the town
I was locked down down South
Had tugs tryna tell me come to the mount
Had a couple months til Im out
Ay, all eyes on me, all eyes on bro
Sweet one on me, shes winnin
She dont know that my Rambos twinnin
Man stepped in the rave, smoked up and drillin
Free Boogie B, he got bagged for a killin
Were drillers and the opp boys keep on singin
Im in love with spinners, shotgun and swingers
Right back tryna boot these wingers
Smoke in the ride, man got it and my bro got it too
But hes high off fumes
If I slap off this pocket rocket
You wont hesitate to go hide in groups
Man lean and shoot
Bro off this roof, create a movie in the 2s
Ay, spin this coupe, bro, paigon, shoot
Slap man then head straight to the booth
SJ, Im anti, I dont fuck with socials
Ching my man in his throat
Hes singin all shit, he aint got no vocals
OFB, we aint got no totals
Scorin and scorin, and scoreboards hopeful
OFBs tryna make it global
Cock it, jump out and watch bro-bro smoke you
No Snapchat, we dont do it for socials
Top floor penthouse
I reminisce just once in a while
Q and Q for free
Everybody getting high when I come to the town
I was locked down down South
Had tugs tryna tell me come to the mount
Had a couple months til Im out6Embed |
I Spy Lyrics
Rah, its BKay you now
You know
I spy with my little eye
Something beginning with F
Fuckboys doing up net
Talking real, were the last ones left
Suck your mudda
I said it with chest
I spy with my little eye
Something beginning with F
Fuckboys doing up net
Talking real, were the last ones left
Suck your mudda
I said it with chest
Play dirty
We dont believe your raps
Keep thinking your Mr Muscle
Til you see the flash
You dont want bro turning up
Stolen car, burning clutch
I hid the mash in my aunties toilet
Panicking every time I heard it flush
Walahi
The line phone werent EE
Bought two Os and got a Q free
It was TT
Sending me vids on snap
Her boyfriend told her delete me
Last week she saw me in tape
Now she wants see D
Roll up my sleeve and Ive got em all watching
NSG with the watches, yeah, I got options
All that talk on the socials, real life, they dont want problems
How many times have my bredrin left flat like he works in Foxtons?
Live in the flesh, I dont know about typing or doing no diss
Dont be fooled by the shit they do in their vids
Harvey Nicks, Im doing a quid
Probably wear that shit on a glide, ruin the drip
Get that press out, ruin a brick
Remix one, put two on the strip
Two man, two fuck off coats
Its very clear what Im doing with Mish
Two pack ting, man do it with twins
Difference is I do it to win
I just made her top and she said we are doing a ting
Cant sleep on a vio so any time we riss it
Score on the opp boys then swear blind we didnt
Big Mac with fries
That aint no Fish-O-Filet
Whos that man? Spin it, drill it, miss it, Im livid
I spy with my little eye
Something beginning with F
Fuckboys doing up net
Talking real, were the last ones left
Suck your mudda
I said it with chest
I spy with my little eye
Something beginning with F
Fuckboys doing up net
Talking real, were the last ones left
Suck your mudda
I said it with chest
If I come with Loony , then you know mans angle
Buss mans head with a Hennessy bottle or he might Jack Daniel
Had some of your favourite rappers baby mothers on scandals
Chupa tu a mae, thats suck your mum in Español
All my bros never had a pot to piss in
But that dont mean they dont have a pot to whip in
You aint on piss , and your bredrin isnt
I highly doubt that Louis, got a western in it
Them man spend money on hoes, us man spend money on homes
Bro went so much cheffing, nearly gave him a job at Crepes and Cones
On the same line up but we got different dough
Ask Craig, just turned down a hundred-fifty racks for the show
I was in the T with a pack tryna make sure I double that T
Spent like twenty-eight days on the M non stop, tryna make sure that I double that re
Got like three hunna numbers on my Lyca, my fiends wont ring when I double that E
Me and bro just got a new fuckrey one, tryna score til we double that lead
These skengs aint coming that cheap so I make sure I scrape that bowl
They think Im Superman in my spot so Im calling that strip Cape Cove
Me and bro break bread, same loaf, when I done two works in a week, same coat
I got plans for my future and it aint sold, so I burned it all, make sure the case closed
The feds been when I aint home, I was on the streets really playing Saints Rows
One level on the track, I didnt do cane rows, I was really making sure all this green goes
So I have no days off , it went in hard but I got it in soft
These pigs really put me on the wing, had me rolling with snooker balls and sock
I spy with my little eye
Something beginning with F
Fuckboys doing up net
Talking real, were the last ones left
Suck your mudda
I said it with chest
I spy with my little eye
Something beginning with F
Fuckboys doing up net
Talking real, were the last ones left
Suck your mudda
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Parlez-Vous Anglais Lyrics
Turn
Turn, turn
Told me turn, ayy
Yo
The plaques come platinum, my bezels stainless
Whip goes fast and the crib’s outrageous
Just spent twenty-eight K on production
Light up a stage and leave in a spaceship
Day-Date plain for the day
GG on my waist, CC on my trainers
Pagans, they wanna play
If I pipe her down, after that, were strangers
Old school like Ratatouille
Now I just act a fool in Louis
Brown skin girl, caramel coulis
Pockets fat, Andy Ruiz
Pop that Ace of Spades
I drank from the bottle, now my outfit ruined
Ah, I bought a new one, could be Newham
Fuck it, Ill bеat if the bitch is ratchet
Long as her hands and feet arе matchin’
Young Aitch dont dive in the pussy
I take off my DSQs and backflip
Air 1s come white like my ashes
But I wont smoke if it aint rolled backwards
Long time, I aint seen the mandem
Its just me, myself and the cameras
First-class when I stamp this yay
I got it with wads, not Apple Pay
Route to the clearport, personalised Air Force
And they’re lookin’ all crack cocaine
If I get bored, the destinations St. Tropez
St. Tropez, me and shorty twinnin’ in Saint Laurent
Baguettes, dem fill up my wrist
My watch aint French, its Swiss
Put in that work, we took the risk
And now we cant risk this lick
Got ten bands cash in the bag
Pink’s wrapped in fives and the reds in quids
Chanel stores so big
Just show me where the entrance is
Baguettes, dem fill up my wrist
My watch aint French, its Swiss
Put in that work, we took the risk
And now we cant risk this lick
Got ten bands cash in the bag
Pinks wrapped in fives and the reds in quids
Chanel stores so big
Just show me where the entrance is
Yo, shorty said H
Me and Aitch both lookin like H or Aitch?
Im rollin in my jeans in exclusive Js
Im sportin my Audemars Piguet
Front row at the Louis show, you know how much I love Paris
Toutes ces belles filles
Parlez-vous anglais
AP when I wanna be a rapper
Normal day, its the Prezi or Dweller
I dont like her man so fuck Keisha
These days, mans with Becky or Bella
Me and bro pulled up in a Double R Ghost
Ex guy still flex umbrellas
Bag in the back of the whip
Bout twenty-six quid in nothin but tenners
D down fanny
Gyal from London, gyal from Manny
Smoke biscotti or Skittles
Or any type of Cali
Twenty-five bags in cashish
She was a good girl, now she turned bad B
My plaque just went gold
I tell my label, I want it in rose
Tell the label, I aint puttin pen to paper for no less than two Ms
Grew up in Moston, then I got rich, now Im in some new ends
All I know is money and success
Wanna talk Ps? Thats fine, Im fluent
Stacks so big, the elastic snapped
Now Im pissed cah the pictures ruined
Baguettes, dem fill up my wrist
My watch aint French, its Swiss
Put in that work, we took the risk
And now we cant risk this lick
Got ten bands cash in the bag
Pinks wrapped in fives and the reds in quids
Chanel stores so big
Just show me where the entrance is
Baguettes, dem fill up my wrist
My watch aint French, its Swiss
Put in that work, we took the risk
And now we cant risk this lick
Got ten bands cash in the bag
Pinks wrapped in fives and the reds in quids
Chanel stores so big
Just show me where the entrance is
Turn, turn
Turn, turn
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Princess Cuts Lyrics
Turn, turn, turn
My young boy got the stick like Moses with the Israelites
Tellin them opp boys, Its on sight
They aint outside , they stay inside
We cant party if we cant get the tray inside
Shoe cocaine white, teeth Colgate white
You know what it gets like, I just gotta step right
Trackie and my sliders, I got beef that I still dont let slide
All those double Cs, I got a Chanel side
Im really blowin trees in the Middle East
Is you from the Philippines or Vietnamese?
I dont dance, but I can shake a leg
I one-two step, Billie Jean, Billie Jean
Got twenty on my wrist, Im going crazy
Canary princess cuts for my baby
Out the window, I can hear the Old Bailey
Sippin LOUIS XIII, Im with a Casey
I made a wish, I got it, then I made a wish list
Bust case, was no witness
A hundred in a duffle bag, I got a big fish
Shorty, you need assistance
Im in Dior, Im a Christian, praise the Lord
More time, Im on road if I aint on tour
I pack light, first-class flight, hit them stores
Hand luggage, if I could, I would take this .4
Ride with my jewels on an everyday thing
My rose gold wrist, this an inspiration
Feds tryna take away my liberation
They dont like the way I handle situations
Shorty need assistance , Im far from an assistant
She dont see the vision , I just love her from a distance
She slim thick, she take it all, she thick thick
Unreleased Off-White, she sayin, Oh, Headie, you got drip drip
Im still out here in the field, its a picnic
I got my tracksuit covered in her lipstick
Ooh, I made a wish list
I just need a bad B to do the dishes
Got twenty on my wrist, Im going crazy
Canary princess cuts for my baby
Out the window, I can hear the Old Bailey
Sippin LOUIS XIII, Im with a Casey
I made a wish, I got it, then I made a wish list
Bust case, was no witness
A hundred in a duffle bag, I got a big fish
Shorty, you need assistance
Heard you want a shoulder you can cry on
Rely on , and you hope that really is me
Blow chronic, my rose gold flourish
I hold no solace, sweet wet coochie on me
Boasy and my baby gorgeous
A likkle mortgage, I need them flawless
I lick my thumb and Im runnin it through these commas
Louis orders, get me more of this
Im in a flagship, Ferrari ranchin
I brought the drillers, the trappers, they bought the waps in
They brought the racks in, Henny, she backed it
Girl, slap it all on me, I let you tap in
Thats heavy cocaine, Bel-Air is rosê
Dont wanna play out the Gucci, she love the Dolce
My shorty okay, my niggas okay
Weve been shoppin in Europe and spent a Rollie
Got twenty on my wrist, Im going crazy
Canary princess cuts for my baby
Out the window, I can hear the Old Bailey
Sippin LOUIS XIII, Im with a Casey
I made a wish, I got it, then I made a wish list
Bust case, was no witness
A hundred in a duffle bag, I got a big fish
Shorty, you need assistance
Shorty, you need assistance
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Of Course Lyrics
M1OnTheBeat
M1OnTheBeat
Bro just beat a next AM
He aint tell me, that’s normal
Step with the metal, thats daily
It wont fail me, that’s bro-bro
On the opp block we took selfies
Our presence, it was known of
Now they dont even know its us when we get on that scoreboard
Back hand grip with my black blade
Ching mans head, leave that more than swollen
Im in station like 5am
Been like five AMs and not once mans spoken
How many times have the gangdem denied them splashings
Like five in the morning?
Its the crack of dawn, I barely know where I am
And Im still yawnin
Really do them things that we talk of
The gang ain’t fall off
Still pree that 4 .44 long
Nuttin’ but the baddest of Bs
Cats, fiends, plugs in my call log
I step with the ah, nearly as long as me
I don’t even care if its sawn-off
Tracksuit, no chinos, no polos
Feds want me in the system, no solar
Bad B in the visit hall, Im like oh lard’
Again I got a boner
She wanna know what day I come home on
I know what it feels like to go back and forth with my lawyer
Cah he tell me what day I got court on
I dont know that opp or what road he got caught on
Or the date or timin
Course Im lyin
I dont know why they aint turned pack yet
But course were tryin
I dont know that dinger or whats on the clock yet bro
But course its mileage
Interview room, I dont know what I done yet
Each and every time, course Im silent
Im a product of my environment
So my music, course its violent
I dont even know why my shows get locked yet
But course its Trident
Bros beefin I dont even know if hes right or wrong
Yet course Im riding
Long as my OFs lively, beef aint dying, course its fryin
Opp block settings, dressed all sporty
Shoot straight, I dont air it in my Air Jordans
Opp boys going on the net, going talky
I aint tryna hear it, them man informers
Living life on the fast lane
From kway-kway we been cuttin them corners
Tell bro-bro get some new smoking dingers
When we bruck down this corner
T house settings, skeng in my workers face
So they tryna be koalased
Primary school days it was astroturfs
Now we can do kick ups in Pradas
Really take these risks
Been doin up field, no farmer
These old timers aint on nuttin
They fell off, Jamie OHara
Got this bad B from Ghana
Top floors, calamari for starter
I gotta stay humble
Theres times that I paid a few pens for a charger
You aint ever done twenty eight days in the T
Still feelin like youve gotta go harder
Scrape that shit so hard, swear I nearly broke that Pyrex
And yes it was four whole months on basic
I swear it nearly broke my mindset
Been jail three times, I dont know how Im out here
Course Im tired
(I dont even wanna risk my freedom
Ahh, its mad)
Course Im lyin
I dont know why they aint turned pack yet
But course were tryin
I dont know that dinger or whats on the clock yet bro
But course its mileage
Interview room, I dont know what I done yet
Each and every time, course Im silent
Im a product of my environment
So my music, course its violent
I dont even know why my shows get locked yet
But course its Trident
Bros beefin I dont even know if hes right or wrong
Yet course Im riding
Long as my OFs lively, beef aint dying, course its fryin
M1OnTheBeat
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Missing Lyrics
I thank God for the plug
Saucing, dripping
Me and bro on the M way doing mileage
We been missing
Missing
Nah she aint calling you rude boy
Its me that she missing
Missing
Book a flight, now Im missing
When a man are running to the ps
Yeah my bruddas bring me trees
Im never sober
Im never sober
Really active on the streets
If my brudda pull up we gon squeeze, yeah
Then its all over
Then its all over
Sauce, be dripping
I remember when they didnt wanna listen
I told her bitch, dont be trippin
If I give bro the job then youre missingg
She know the gang cant fall out
Do loads, if its me, wanna call out
With Chase or Ace if I walk out
Its only chicks or ps that we talk bout
Upside livin
Rudest women
I came with the mandem, but I left with your missus
She aint picking up the phone, my darg I think she missing
Missing
My darg I think she missing
I thank God for the plug
Saucing, dripping
Me and bro on the M way doing mileage
We been missing
Missing
Nah she aint calling you rude boy
Its me that she missing
Missing
Book a flight, now Im missing
I thank God for the plug
Saucing, dripping
Me and bro on the M way doing mileage
We been missing
Missing
Nah she aint calling you rude boy
Its me that she missing
Missing
Book a flight, now Im missing
Shawty loud speaker in the T, I remember I was playing with the microwave
Now her pussy just dripping, when she sees the guys on stage
Just like the old days, Ill cause another tidal wave
Just know that couldve been you when you see me put One of the licence plate
Bad B come to the Niz, shawty wanna do it like Diddy and Cassie
Only if she knew I was rolling down ballies, still with a skeng on my lap in the backseat
No sort code when we step in, moretime man doing it straight casheen
One level on a trackie, never look tacky, still fling a tenner on Andy
Walk in the room and theres skengs in the duffel, different selections
Locked in the cell and I look in the mirror, its my reflection
And guess what I see, I see only me
Taking those risks but for free, that just wont be me
I thank God for the plug
Saucing, dripping
Me and bro on the M way doing mileage
We been missing
Missing
Nah she aint calling you rude boy
Its me that she missing
Missing
Book a flight, now Im missing
I thank God for the plug
Saucing, dripping
Me and bro on the M way doing mileage
We been missing
Missing
Nah she aint calling you rude boy
Its me that she missing
Missing
Book a flight, now Im missing5Embed |
Behind Barz Lyrics
One
RV
Headie One
Starish Ent
OFB
Drillers and Trappers mixtape out now, iTunes, Spotify, go grab that
Free all the G-Gs
Free the mandem
Link Up TV Behind Barz
17
One
The realest
Tottenham
Im a savage
Had a chance to kill RV but he panicked
Pulled out a burner on me
But he couldnt slap it
Either that ting was a rebore or I did magic
But right now everything tragic
My retaliation rate is rapid
Anytime I get that drop
Step round there with that mop
Mum saw me leave my yard with my mask on, she asked when will it stop?
And I told her never
Out here applying that pressure
Real gun driller, no Trevor
Bag full of bells and its looking like treasure
Link for the AM on the east and Im on the way back with the Mitchells, no Peggy
90 in the Ms for the readdies, invest in a speshy
Headie One trying to roll on that land like Kelly
We was doing anything green get shelly
Still do it like I did it with Tug O War
Bad B come to the Niz for the D, we aint gotta go Potters Bar
Two hands on a hefty, freeze, all I gotta do is lock my arms
We was 16 when we had the opp block looking like Tour de France
Assist bro like a through ball
I done it and I left no trace, thats why they think I do juju
Feds said I cant be with Headz; this is my freedom Im risking
Big rambo or the flick ting
I dont take knives from the kitchen
Tryna grab that yute Ive been itching
Wet mans throat like hes drinking
No immigration, Ill dip him
They love me in Tottenham like Chick King
.44 long holds six in
Put tools in the ride and drive like something needs fixing
RV, Ive never been a victim
Try run up on gang, what the fuck were they thinking?
Shh beat corn out the whip and they all blew on some Crip ting
Weighing up all these grams, and I aint needing no ruler
Gone half a day in the T and Im feeling like couldve brought the re back sooner
All this nigga know is money, port land doing drug deals and Jummah
How many times did I run up in cells and have to get man down with the tuna?
Real gunners in my hood, Ill say that with my chest thats without the Puma
I cant have beef with these losers
Im really out here needing new bells for this Luger
Them man need a computer
They want me-, they want me in court again going at it again with a prosecutor
Fuck all of my opps, fam I cant wait till we link up
Shoot on your block with the Canon but I never came there with Link Up
Dont involve my name with no mix-up
Pole on my waist, got my ting tucked
Have your mum putting flower by your grave while pouring that liquor like she waved that drink up
Stepped in holding my burner, looking like Statue of Liberty
Feds want this rapper in the bin, but I cant let them litter me
I get shit popping
When I was on the wing like Robben
Chef one yout in his face, now hes got a scar like Ribery
Im really taking these risks
Thats nothing but latex from my fingertips to my wrist
Think everything crisp til Im running that down tryna give him this ching
Lean out the ride trying to spray mans head back like I just finished his trim
All those times I came to induction, I pray to the Lord I was bringing this wing
Still got my jail shank, that have been in the gym
And I can tell you about the maddest of losses
I put all of my bread in the T, and I had 70p in my pocket
My nose blocked, Im coughing
I spent that last change there on lockets
Bruck down Vauxhall or Mazda
Bag full of shells, not pasta
All of this gun smoke, I think its affecting my asthma
I got two of each cause the food was cheap like ASDA
I got keeping making these sales, I trap like my lines got cancer
Foods not dead like Whitney or Bobby, got Kim K or Kanye West
You aint take a loss when you been up Conny, then you aint had a hard days yet
Young Gs in the ride with the shotty—they aint even passed their test
Had all these opp boys keep running from me, its a shame I aint fast as dem
They said Im stepping out farm thats nonsense
Headie One been on that block in my sliders, Air Force, Air Max, Jordans
Moretime Headie One gripping on spinners and dottys and autos and choppers
You cant afford to see man in a bruck down Focus
My little niggas got an obsession with pokings
Six man with their shanks out, got the gang looking like Logan
These niggas know my head back good and I can leave your head back open
Them man are snakes, man are cobras
Interview rooms like their singing along to Frozen
Normal
Drillers and Trappers out now
Jugg out now
Favourite rappers favourite rappers
Fuck the opps
OneEmbed |
The One Lyrics
They saw me flat on my back
But they were the first ones to laugh
Them man were too fast
Whether you hate me or love me
Same shit we doing today, the same shit we did yesterday
We count up this money
I cannot be worried bout nothing
Didnt they know I’m the first and the last one
Niggas ain’t know about One, but now they’re the first ones to ask one
I wake up I’m incarcerated and it’s just gone half past one
I still say my prayers, why do they think I do juju?
Name me a risk I ain’t took, I probably took and I won
Name me a nose I ain’t jugged, I probably jugging at one
This is real nigga shit, they can’t feed me with no silver spoon
I look through the window at night and all that I see is the full moon
They told me I’m the one
That backroad next to the one
I know you like that grey coupe, go home and spend on that one
Then sip that Grey Goose, say don’t be stressed about nothing
My young boy listened to Enough
He finessed this broad day chinging I’m chuffed
New links on the joint come fresh and I boxed bro bro don’t be worried bout rust
I can tell you bout the Monday morning, boss I’m in cuffs and my headpiece rough
That was all on my lonelies, bang out and done it on my J’s no Hus
The PM coming all lumpy, the last one the stones all dust
The AM looking all pearly, the last one the stones all crumbs
How only now you start boasting bout scoring?
Look at the scoreboard that’s us
I fell in love with the jugg
You ain’t in love with the jugg that’s lust
They say all a nigga rap bout is money, jail, bitches, drillings and drugs
I can barely rap about loyalty, royalty, hugs, kisses and love
Cah I live what I rap bout
Nearly 2 years straight tuna baguettes for lunch
We ain’t know about hash browns
They told me I’m the one
That backroad next to the one
I know you like that grey coupe, go home and spend on that one
Then sip that Grey Goose, say don’t be stressed about nothing
They told me I’m the one
That backroad next to the one
I know you like that grey coupe, go home and spend on that one
Then sip that Grey Goose, say don’t be stressed about nothing
Love me or hate me, Im the one
Take notes my time has just begun
Take risks but I know that I will prosper
Cos Im the one
Yeah Im the one
Love me or hate me, Im the one
Take notes my time has just begun
Take risks but I know that I will prosper
Cos Im the one
Yeah Im the oneEmbed |
Back to Basics Lyrics
It sounds like Nyge
Bring out the dots, get back to basics
If I get stopped, its back to basic
Bad B, lost out my waps and laces
Ting set good, no, she can’t be basic
Feds ask questions, I get evasive
That’s No comment up in the station
Gang can’t sleep on a violation
Swear, Ima spend all my savings
Switch off my iPhone, back to basics
No, we aint watchin faces
Violate us, man are catching cases
I was on the High Road, armed and dangerous
Steppin in some Run Away trainers, no introduction needed
Peng ting already know what my name is
And this year, its only money Im chasing
Dont make me spend all my savings, do it for the cause
Go play the field, gang fluent with the ball
Life is tough when you aint with the law
Seven jails, no, you aint been on tour
You aint ever been on license, feds still tryna put their boot through your door
Yo, go there, do it with the rambo, do it with a fours
Send this grub back and do it in a wave or do it in a storm
I just stabbed this niner, shining, I aint even do it on my toes
I can bruck this grub into pebbles or do it on the low
They think I do ooh-ooh
Do it, the gangdem do it on the road
Didnt they know its the usual?
Now me and Skep in the studio
Wrist all numb from the cuffs
So I just bust out my Cuban
Lord knows, life was confusing
Now Im just chuffed
No trim, they dont care if my head back rough
Same way all of them gyally on us
Bring out the dots, get back to basics
If I get stopped, its back to basic
Bad B, lost out my waps and laces
Ting set good, no, she can’t be basic
Feds ask questions, I get evasive
That’s No comment up in the station
Gang can’t sleep on a violation
Swear, Ima spend all my savings
Switch off my iPhone, back to basics
No, we aint watchin faces
Violate us, man are catching cases
I was on the High Road, armed and dangerous
Steppin in some Run Away trainers, no introduction needed
Peng ting already know what my name is
And this year, its only money Im chasing
True stories, I aint gotta lie in my raps
I was beside the feds with a .9 on my lap
Gotta look straight forward, try to relax
If I get pulled this time, its a wrap
And I still get flashbacks of the cold nights in the trap
And man slept on the floor, no heater
Tottenham boy, I put the T in Tanita
On a first name basis with the shopkeeper
And he already knows what I came for, cling film and a Ribena
Big Smoke on the feature, come a long way from draws in the pouch
Thirteen scores in my mouth from the same line, tryna get all of it out
Fast forward, now I turned starboy, man I dont stand on corners
Two left feet when your diamonds dancing, why your shine look so awkward?
Its One on the chorus, with a bit of Skepta, thats what the gyaldem ordered
And you better lock up your wife and daughters cause all my guys are ballers
Bring out the dots, get back to basics
If I get stopped, its back to basic
Bad B, lost out down my waps and laces
Ting set good, no, she can’t be basic
Feds ask questions, I get evasive
That’s No comment up in the station
Gang can’t sleep on a violation
Swear, Ima spend all my savings
Switch off my iPhone, back to basics
No, we aint watchin faces
Violate us, man are catching cases
I was on the High Road, armed and dangerous
Steppin in some Run Away trainers, no introduction needed
Peng ting already know what my name is
And this year, its only money Im chasing2Embed |
Ganging Lyrics
How only now you start boasting bout gang?
Rudeboy Ill tell you bout ganging
Where were you when gang done the baitest uhh, back then it was red bandanas
Still pull up on a gang ting anywhere goes main road or do it in traffic
Still creep with the headlights off, then jump out spazzing
How only know you start boasting bout gang?
Rudeboy Ill tell you bout ganging
Where were you when gang done the baitest uhh, back then it was red bandanas
Still pull up on a gang ting anywhere goes main road or do it in traffic
Still creep with the headlights off, then jump out spazzing
I was in HM Durham with the geezers, and I aint looking on the early
They dont wanna release us, before May like Theresa
Touch road stepped straight into the T-house with this white girl, Tulisa
I just linked big bro for a picture, thats Mona Lisa
My young boy done 14 days in the T and he aint eaten nuttin but pizza
I really come outta jail and I learnt how to handle this .44 easier
I really come outta jail, finesse this bait face chinging, left man twiss up
How many times was I doing up Serco and they told me to hold my wrists up?
I done the wrong type of touring, association in the morning
All the accents Northern, still man approach with caution
Only now man are talking bout gang, rudeboy Ill tell you bout ganging
Me and RV done the baitest uhh, back then it was red bandanas
How only now you start boasting bout gang?
Rudeboy Ill tell you bout ganging
Where were you when gang done the baitest uhh, back then it was red bandanas
Still pull up on a gang ting anywhere goes main road or do it in traffic
Still creep with the headlights off, then jump out spazzing
How only know you start boasting bout gang?
Rudeboy Ill tell you bout ganging?
Where were you when gang done the baitest uhh, back then it was red bandanas
Still pull up on a gang ting anywhere goes main road or do it in traffic
Still creep with the headlights off, then jump out spazzing
Me and Headz gonna win the league for Tottenham, you can have faith in us
Dem niggas there wouldnt make the subs, any opp block Ill tape it up
Im in the trap tryna count these racks, until I get paper cuts
Bad bs show man love, and opp boys just hate my guts
I hit Abz on a casual day, go yum-yums when Im feeling peckish
Opps love doing ten toes, them man must have a foot fetish
Anything green get bun, went Five Guys in Wood Green and I told bossman just cool with the lettuce
I used to go park and test it
Now if aint aimed at paigans head then I aint interested
All of this dough we spent on smoke, Lord knows I coulda invested
How many times have I touched them kids, the whole opp blocks been molested?
My girl puts it in her bag, cos I cant lack and I cant get arrested
How only now you start boasting bout gang?
Rudeboy Ill tell you bout ganging
Where were you when gang done the baitest uhh, back then it was red bandanas
Still pull up on a gang ting anywhere goes main road or do it in traffic
Still creep with the headlights off, then jump out spazzing
How only know you start boasting bout gang
Rudeboy Ill tell you bout ganging
Where were you when gang done the baitest uhh, back then it was red bandanas
Still pull up on a gang ting anywhere goes main road or do it in traffic
Still creep with the headlights off, then jump out spazzing2Embed |
Daily Duppy Lyrics
M1onthebeat
M1onthebeat
We aint slappers, were just rappers
Saw them boy get bun and they cant do the go get your block lit challenge
Youd think that I play for West Ham all of the times I invest in hammers
Shh shh got drilled in Haringey, the kickback nearly took the wap to Lambeth
Unlimited boots, not sandals
Im poolside in my Gucci sandals
This bad B get her coochie handled then I go take off the roof in Flannels
You aint do that works an try claim it, round here we call that a taboo
Bro bro said he gotta pattern through Dam, told him fit two Lugar 9s in thе panel
You got lit and turned brand new
Im still with thе wolves but I support Man U
Even though it gets long here in the field, Solomon, not Kalou
Turn, there was meant to be COVID, still went and buried myself in roses
So much I had to go get some tattooed
It was 28 days in the T house, barely ever got to change my Camboot
Whip that work by the window, hope my neighbours think Im tryna do Shaku
I had no blinds but now everything on fleek
I used to write en-route to the bando, I was really on the M1 with a beat
Now sold out shows, Im unwinding, shawty pissed off I dont wanna jeet
Thoughts turn things, thats my favourite quote
Come a long way from Basingstoke
Now Im covered in water, they shouldve never sent H to O
Used to ride with my sword like Game of Thrones
You was at home on your games console
Them boys still in the Sunday League, you aint touched the field and played it pro
Its all that chasing the clout for me, back a day I chinged up my man
Then my man chinged up my man so why you wanna touch out for me?
Over there or there, I dont know whos shitter
If that boy ever turns package, it wont be Cali, were smoking on shisha
Yeah
Free up my street team
Steady, you know what that means
My broad day team holding up
Turn the block into a business
Shout-out GRM
Turn3Embed |
Aston Martin Lyrics
Ehi, yeah
Yeah, ah, yeah
I pull up in Aston Martin, dawg, non voglio assomigliarti
Tellin it on my brotha, la tua troia tornerà in taxi
Cresciuto in strada a sassi, impari a fare i sorpassi
Lei mi mette le ali, Aston Martin, Aston Martin
I pull up in Aston Martin , dawg, non voglio assomigliarti
Tellin it on my brotha, la tua troia tornerà in taxi
Cresciuto in strada a sassi, impari a fare i sorpassi
Lei mi mette le ali, Aston Martin, Aston Martin
Ehi
Atterro a London, stavo ascoltando dei beat di London
Verità senza condom, nessuno dei miei conosce il bon ton
Maccheroni, sei sciolto, per non tornare col buco ho tolto
Dove sono cresciuto lodio al prezzo più basso in gioco
Non è Audi né Lexus, Lexus , mo che faccio più soldi
E spesso avvocati e infami in versus stanno insieme in un cellphone spento
Più di un raga in S.O.S. non darà colpa a Esse o esso
A un fréro non il mio K a destra, compro un capo firmato a testa
Ehi, vecchi vizi, nuove tipe , alle strade manca un leader
Nelle case manca un padre , più diamanti sul mio polso
Metti meno , dawg
Ho il sogno dellAston Martin in box
Il polso è freddo, sono a Londra nord
I pull up in Aston Martin, dawg, non voglio assomigliarti
Tellin it on my brotha, la tua troia tornerà in taxi
Cresciuto in strada a sassi, impari a fare i sorpassi
Lei mi mette le ali, Aston Martin, Aston Martin
I pull up in Aston Martin, dawg, non voglio assomigliarti
Tellin it on my brotha, la tua troia tornerà in taxi
Cresciuto in strada a sassi , impari a fare i sorpassi
Lei mi mette le ali , Aston Martin, Aston Martin
Yeah, pull up on a Aston Martin
Feelin like Im go carting
Side by side, no parallel parking
Its just one driver, one marksman
They say Im a thuggher I play the field like Im Verratti
Though its anything green, get shh
I still eat gamberetti, spinaci
Push to start, we dont need no car key
My soldiers growin, they slidin
And its like half past three
Shotgun longer than The Great Khali
They was tryna take over the town
So of course we got beef with the Malis
Yeah, cause that shh got fried like a onion bhajees
I pull up in Aston Martin, dawg, non voglio assomigliarti
Tellin it on my brotha, la tua troia tornerà in taxi
Cresciuto in strada a sassi, impari a fare i sorpassi
Lei mi mette le ali, Aston Martin, Aston Martin
I pull up in Aston Martin, dawg, non voglio assomigliarti
Tellin it on my brotha, la tua troia tornerà in taxi
Cresciuto in strada a sassi, impari a fare i sorpassi
Lei mi mette le ali, Aston Martin, Aston Martin1Embed |
Rose Gold Lyrics
Ghosty
One
Turn, turn
All this rose gold on, swear I smell like roses
Louis Vutton embroidery
Though I made the wrong choices
I hit it from the back, shawty beggin me to choke her
I might buy her a rose gold choker
She said she wanna spend some time
I might buy her a rose gold Rolex
Told me turn and I followed those voices
Am I lost? I just trust the process
I was obsessed with money
Now Im obsessed with the progress
The vending machine, I couldnt even put coins in
All I wanted was Cola
I didnt ever wanna feed the streets poison
I had to do up that yola
Paris, you buy rose gold in euros
Dubai, buy rose gold in dirhams
I was gonna buy rose gold in Zurich
At that point I was just bein curious
Bad B skin tone rose gold
She like bein naked, she a nudist
My heart was broken, got my neck frozen
Even got my rose gold plated Cupid
HM juggers, blood stains and tuna
Touch road, head straight to the bando
Got dog hairs on my fifty pound Pumas
Now I open my closet and everything Gucci
Snakes in the hood, Medusa
Pissed off cah I got a rose gold future
Might smile when I look at my rose gold wrist
It got a good sense of humour
All I think is rose gold
Im surprised it aint gave me tumour
I fall asleep on rose gold
Thats why you believe in the rumours
I need a life to make me more rose gold
At my art show, the coupe
I got all the shows gold, I want more
Theres always space for improvement
All this rose gold on, swear I smell like roses
Louis Vutton embroidery
Though I made the wrong choices
I hit it from the back, shawty beggin me to choke her
I might buy her a rose gold choker
She said she wanna spend some time
I might buy her a rose gold Rolex
Told me turn and I followed those voices
Am I lost? I just trust the process
I was obsessed with money
Now Im obsessed with the progress
The vending machine, I couldnt even put coins in
All I wanted was Cola
I didnt ever wanna feed the streets poison
I had to do up that yola
From the bando where the white heads like Sisqó
When I close my eyes at night
I can still hear that Nokia ringtone
Uptown Kindle with glow
Thats Encros and wads of pink notes
Plain Jane rose gold looks simple
But it still compliments my skin tone
You ever had a good girl turn nympho?
Arse patted, then it jiggles
Both thumbs in her back dimples
Wrists like ice cream dipped in sprinkles
Bad B come for the flick
Wine up her waist and wiggle, wiggle
Free shh, he a well-known savage
Knife work lethal, like Bizzle
Ask gang, had the block like wap yard
Suttin go bang-bang, some whistle
Still out here shoppin for spinners
One day I went to Lidl
Remember when we used to go shop for singles?
Now were here chartin with the singles
Really had those Rambos twinnin
I was like a partin in the middle
All this rose gold on, swear I smell like roses
Louis Vutton embroidery
Though I made the wrong choices
I hit it from the back, shawty beggin me to choke her
I might buy her a rose gold choker
She said she wanna spend some time
I might buy her a rose gold Rolex
Told me turn and I followed those voices
Am I lost? I just trust the process
I was obsessed with money
Now Im obsessed with the progress
The vending machine, I couldnt even put coins in
All I wanted was Cola
I didnt ever wanna feed the streets poison
I had to do up that yola
Ghosty4Embed |
Banter on Me Lyrics
Zeph Ellis
Money come first
Money come first
Oi
Money come first
If it werent me on the back of the ride then I definitely sponsored that works
All I wanna do is pattern this Re but RV still slaps it in reverse
All Im tryin to do is pattern this T but out here I still gotta dank mans t-shirt
It was all banter on me til shh turned casualty
He stay casually top floor with the baddest B
Dicing this AM from A but Im pissed in the PM gotta bag this B
Getting this money all week tax free still let them play score for free
Do it how I did it with Skat, OP
Still do it in a nine thats how I try bust mans throat with T
My social phone was EE, feds put me on obb and they try pree me
I just switched up to 3G
Anything I see in the flesh too greeny, it gets dealt with speedy
I know way better than 5 out of 10 that was medie I dealt with TT
Put me in HM Winchy, I was wing B, bro was wing C
Used to wish they would free me I was in Portland feeding the seagulls not Beanie
Big back belly TV
Collecting DVDs
Swear I was locked down when shawty try leave me, now she need me
I aint ever been greedy, been OT dishing out freebies
Fiend just phoned for a three, thats Paige, Piper & Phoebe
Money come first
If it werent me in the back of the ride then I definitely sponsored that works
All I wanna do is pattern this Re but RV still slaps it in reverse
All Im tryin to do is pattern this T but out here I still gotta dank mans t-shirt
It was all banter on me til shh turned casualty
He stay casually top floor with the baddest B
Dicing this AM from A but Im pissed in the PM gotta bag this B
Getting this money all week tax free still let them play score for free
012 I was fresh home, probation talking jobseekers
When I just spent 5 for a t-shirt, got it in a large not a medium
My Italian joints in season
Bad B come to the Niz and she dont really care about the weather or season
Last time anything shh got shh by shh was recent
Last time gang jumped in a 4 door and skrt skrt was recent
Did them man there really try and play ball? After that tackle they still need treatment
New ting fresh, it dont need greasing
All of these skengs can get convenient
From kway I took hard to O, if it was soft then it would have been regent
Couldve done it in ends and dished out balls same time as Jenas
But money and violence dont mix
Bruck down day and night, eclipse
Still got the dots in a JD bag just looking like twix
Money come first
If it werent me on the back of the ride then I definitely sponsored that works
All I wanna do is pattern this Re but RV still slaps it in reverse
All Im tryin to do is pattern this T but out here I still gotta dank mans t-shirt
It was all banter on me til shh turned casualty
He stay casually top floor with the baddest B
Dicing this AM from A but Im pissed in the PM gotta bag this B
Getting this money all week tax free still let them play score for free
Money come first Embed |
Siberia Lyrics
The bando, it look like Siberia
They catch me, my face, its familiar
I had my shank in the school cafeteria
The bando, it look like Siberia
They catch me, my face, its familiar
I had my shank in the school cafeteria
Them man just talk on the field, theyre like Lineker
Jakes wanna deal with me like Johnny Dillinger, Dillinger
They love to make me a prisoner
I was in prison when bro used to visit me
Now they got bro and they say Im the visitor
Come up with needles and cylinders
Fentanyl was bittin and king fishin
Didnt do well on my literature
Now its just fire in the booth, no fire extinguisher
Fuck the prime minister, the system is sinister
Load up this Nina, this one got a whistler
No cap in my rap, know this story aint fictional
Opps cant write to this principle
I wont lie on an L, but I lie to the 12
Used to lie in my cell, I was writin my mail
Sat there by my gun and my bitch YSL
If I style in Chanel, shawtys stylin as well
Do you wish me well?
Ice on my wrist like it swell
Opps try drill and they fail
They got my bro fired for bail
I guess time, it will tell
The bando, it look like Siberia
They catch me, my face is familiar
I had my shank in the school cafeteria
Them mans just talkin, left field like Lineker
Jakes wanna drill me like Johnny Dillinger, Dillinger
They love to make me a prisoner
I was in prison when bro used to visit me
Now they got bro in, they say Im the visitor
Im smokin gas like a cylinder, I grip the fifty, like Vivica
I got the packs and I send them down
Ridin dirty like Chamillionaire
Im just a greazy Nigerian, I just might fuck up your feelings dem
I make you sick like malaria, I do the road by myself because
I do not fuck with no niggas, I do not fuck with no niggas
These niggas too fuckin snaky
Makin me nervous, Im bitin my fingers
Mi I no like no drama, because Im not Jerry Springer
Side-by-side with hammers, airing you out through the window
Black on black with the regalia, Ima have him swimming with tilapia
Cause when my enemies die, I get happier
Then I take a private plane out to Mali, yeah
Thats my bro at the door, you should let him in
Here go my food, all my bread with him
Here go couple for my enemy dem
Then I throw a middle finger for the government
The bando, it look like Siberia
They catch me, my face is familiar
I had my shank in the school cafeteria
Them mans just talkin, left field like Lineker
Jakes wanna drill me like Johnny Dillinger, Dillinger
They love to make me a prisoner
I was in prison when bro used to visit me
Now they got bro in, they say Im the visitor
The bando, it look like Siberia
They catch me, my face is familiar
I had my shank in the school cafeteria
Them mans just talkin, left field like Lineker
Jakes wanna drill me like Johnny Dillinger, Dillinger
They love to make me a prisoner
I was in prison when bro used to visit me
Now they got bro in, they say Im the visitor
Mm, dont pull up around here actin goofy
You can get shot like a movie
You can get hit with a two-piece
Your block get spun with a Uzi
Bang, bang, bang, oww
You can get shot in the mouth2Embed |
Mad About Bars Lyrics
Revz just slapped it in reverse
My bro got his hands on the wheel while I fly out the ride, its teamwork
Remember when I couldn’t fit the dots in my top, I was showing off cleavage
The last time I come out of jail, I learnt how to handle that .44 easier
I got a pack looking like multiple bags of Maltesers
I went and got nicked upsuh, two ninas
Now I got Intent to Supply on my previous
I can’t have beef with these eedyats
Back then it was anyting green get bun, I went jail then I lost a one arm like Im sleeveless
My Pa always said I need Jesus
You think I do juju
My niggas them think Im a demon
Headie One re-up on new food
Im talking like AM and PM
My line ringing AM to PM
In the AM replying to DMs
Same way I hit the opp block in the PM
None of my opps cant put their hand on H, if I spray and pray, Im believing
Beef in the streets, I don’t reason
Beef in the streets, get seasoned
Niggas cant be my G and turn their back on OFB cause that one theres treason
I was prison, on the wing fisting
Right now Im home and I’m still drilling
All for my Gs them, Im my brothers keeper
Feds said I can’t be with Headz cause they know that’s Freddy and Jason
You got a hundred man in your vids but when I slide through your block its vacant
Them niggas soft it’s blatant
They dont want smoke, theyre vaping
I got a .44 long, that’s new, and a old dot, that’s ancient
RV, man, I’m way too pokey
And I back guns and get smokey
Headz got the hammer like Thor
Thats bro, I guess I gotta be Loki
My team be shooting and scoring long time, should ha got a trophy
Look, this beef tings deeper than rap
Cant let them do me like–
Back out my ting won’t pet it
Aim for your chest then wet it
Cant tell me bout beef or Ps cause I mash work and I get it
Man claim they got beef with the gang but see me on the roads and leg it
When I caught man lacking in jail; no verbal, just set it
RV Im a problem, and the other side know this
If I can’t line up a driver had to get round there and ten toes it
Got a big stick like Moses
Fed gon tape up the whole strip
Find out where youre posted
Brain stuck on the wall like a Post-It
From way back me and Rev captained T like Hoddle
Dip down a pussy on the opp block, turned that whole block brothel
The last time I put in a work in a weekday, Sunday I listened to some gospel
Then on Monday I scored full throttle, that’s me in a bruck down Vauxhall
My class is A, still four an a half of the B in the bando
Feds had me locked in the C, cant trust my bird get handled
I got this bad B coming to the nizz for the D no need for a Tinsel or a Nandos
Bitches in the hood moving fruity but theres no need for a kiwi or mango
Summertime my Gs keep the strip hot, no need for a Bigga or Snapple
Me and front ride with the swam in the whip, no need for a flicky or rambo
How you gonna spend your own money on your grills but you don’t know how to fry like Nandos?
Hear big guns get handled
Paigons see me ten toes like a sandal
One leather on a trackie, I still make it look neat
I bust a four and a half at the press cause my trap game is on fleek
One leather on a trackie, I still make it look neat
I bust a four and a half at the press cause my trap game is on fleek
09 I was ducking down opps
010 I was cutting down crops
011 I was cruddy on the streets
012 I was stuck in a box
Fed had me riding a sentence
Never had time for repentance
Been a bad boy from day
I was doing lines in detention
No face, no case, no comment, fed cant ask me no questions
I dont do this for attention
Niggas get got in a sevens
I got shells for the dots
And I just put in two like western
So when you start adding those Ks make sure I dont get a mention
Say what you want about RV, but no ones made me a victim
Chef man down with the Ramsey, I dont take knife from the kitchen
I treat opps like AC cause I’m tryna drop that instant
I treat opps like AC cause I’m tryna drop that instant
I used to get round there with blades in my hand like a wolverine
Pull up, crash, them man dash, how can you call this beef?
I don’t even call it beef
I just got war with neeks
Niggas keep talking grief
Press the nine three times like Im calling policeEmbed |
Don’t Rush Lyrics
This is the remix
Rauw Alejandro
Uh-uh
Dont rush, slow touch
Brown and white, like I go cunch
Grab and buy, make em go bust
Eye for eye , make em lose trust
White rum, fizzy pop
Por la entrada de atrá entramo al club
A ese toto, no, se le dice que no
¿Pa qué llevarme a una si puedo con do?
Aquí tenemo de to
Me levanto y no miro el reloj
En la cuenta tengo má de siete ceros
Ellas me ven y cae un aguacero
Tengo tanto hielo , me congelo
El cheque llegó, me fui pal mall con un maletero
Me siento como rey
LeBron James , yo nací pa ganar to los games
Gucci, Louis V, Phillip Plein , ey
Rompemos los parties
Comodo, como Neymar en París
Siempre en camuflaje y no soy military
Tengo GTR, ya voy pal Ferrari
¿Qué tú quiere, mami?
Dont rush, slow touch
Brown and white, like I go cunch
Grab and buy, make em go bust
Eye for eye , make em lose trust
White rum, fizzy pop
Por la entrada de atrá entramo al club
A ese toto, no, se le dice que no
¿Pa qué llevarme a una si puedo con do?
Aight yo, put the Belaire on her batty, make it kotch
Seen the watch, now she wanna give crotch
Boy got ps, now she hopping in the pod
Man in real life sugar, gyaldem haffi get wopped
Know she want dark, told her Meet me at the top
Switching lanes the other day, I seen her waiting for a bus
Baby this a Moncler sweater, Diesel denim
Buy another while my pockets fat like Heather
Neck froze like I dont know no better
Benzo truck, white seats and they leather
Go broke never, on my grind
She make it clap like Im Busta Rhymes
I got the juice, the sauce and all them things
I blammed her twice tonight with all my bling
Big Benz, I drive, I brought that ting
Any girl you want, they want my ting
Dont rush, slow touch
Brown and white, like I go cunch
Grab and buy, make em go bust
Eye for eye , make em lose trust
White rum, fizzy pop
Por la entrada de atrá entramo al club
A ese toto, no, se le dice que no
¿Pa qué llevarme a una si puedo con do?
Flood my ice, make a ho blush
Back at the tour bus, gettin caught up
DSquared got em distressed, gotta hand wash
New racks with the old Nikes in the shoe box
Keep my stripes, no cuffs
Pull up in a new plate and she might just
She werent tryna move bait when our eyes locked
New tints on the coupé, thats her head lost
Off my whites, right my wrongs
Gucci my mum, while you diddle your thumbs
Count my sums, this is gonna get long
Love my green, Im tryna get strong
Tryna get bun, where Im from, its on
Yes, man, dont take no dumb, threats
They see funds, they hop, fence
We been up, not up, next
Dont rush, slow touch
Brown and white, like I go cunch
Grab and buy, make em go bust
Eye for eye , make em lose trust
White rum, fizzy pop
Por la entrada de atrá entramo al club
A ese toto, no, se le dice que no
¿Pa qué llevarme a una si puedo con do? Embed |
Try Me Lyrics
Yo
Still step in my white tee, roof down
Uptown, it aint hard to find me
Me and this money come siamese
Now this bad B gotta talk to me nicely
Ting set good, angles, IG
Cartier shades, course they fit nicely
Bangle to match, icy, icy
K on the gang, must be Kendall, Kylie
Gang dont sleep on an L
Just gonna get back then jeet down your gyal
Bro got his hands on the wheel
Hopped out, team work get the dream work as well
Put ballies on Facetime, speakin to Vel
Wouldnt think hes in jail cah he livin so nicеly
Is that another name? Another sound
Just feelin likе DeJ Loaf, try me, try me
Suns out, guns out
Bare chest in the Rolls Royce, park up and I jump out
Rich nigga, used to bag food at my mums house
Heard that boy dissed me, now that boy rubbed out
Cant test a mans gangster
Reach for my chain, dont cry when your face get tump out
My young G love testin that smoke in the park
Somebody gettin dropped if he comes out
And they know that all hell break loose for my name
Dont know why theyre so disrespectful
They got skengs in the palm, man, they comin like Swarmz
Yeah, my drillers love crashin the rental
We can do it in the hood, do it on the high road
We could even do it in central
Man are backin out phones til I chase them down
Cant release the footage, its mental
Pump up, tone up, weights in the gym
Corn still gonna tear right through the skin
No Snapchat when my Gs ridin
Just crush them, put them in a Kingsize Slim
Me and Headie got a show
Stepped in the buildin and got a big fat wage
Remember I werent eatin for days
Now money comin in like your girl backstage
Still step in my white tee, roof down
Uptown, it aint hard to find me
Me and this money come siamese
Now this bad B gotta talk to me nicely
Ting set good, angles, IG
Cartier shades, course they fit nicely
Bangle to match, icy, icy
K on the gang, must be Kendall, Kylie
Gang dont sleep on an L
Just gonna get back then jeet down your gyal
Bro got his hands on the war
Hopped out, team work get the dream work as well
Put Ballies on Facetime, speakin to Vel
Wouldnt think hes in jail cah he livin so nicely
Is that another name? Another sound
Just feelin like DeJ Loaf, try me, try me
Treat the wing like a hotelly
Hate when the govs try and bring me a celly
Somebody knockin down the wall, its Freddy
Sayin ,Check Channel 20 cause your face on the telly
Touch road, Headie jumped straight in a helli
Least this time I didnt pay for petty
Headie One got a big head already
Why girls still wanna give Headie One headie?
Course I cant wife this jezzy
Run through her then forget it like the year 2020
Nobody never ever gave me a penny
All this drip, I might hit my wardrobe wearin wellies
Might shutdown the stage with Skeppy
Do it how we did it already
Everywhere we go, its shelly
Still step, baggy white tee like Nelly
Man put their hand on my chain
Then theres gonna be a permanent change
Cant never see me goin broke again
This change in my denims is a permanent change
Lucky that a opp boy didnt get Headie
Train my young boys young, its an earlier aim
Theyll put you on the news, thats an earlier thing
Dont end up in an earlier grave
Still step in my white tee, roof down
Uptown, it aint hard to find me
Me and this money come siamese
Now this bad B gotta talk to me nicely
Ting set good, angles, IG
Cartier shades, course they fit nicely
Bangle to match, icy, icy
K on the gang, must be Kendall, Kylie
Gang dont sleep on an L
Just gonna get back then jeet down your gyal
Bro got his hands on the war
Hopped out, team work get the dream work as well
Put ballies on Facetime, speakin to Vel
Wouldnt think hes in jail cah he livin so nicely
Is that another name? Another sound
Just feelin like DeJ Loaf, try me, try me 3Embed |
Bumpy Ride Lyrics
Yo
Yo
Want a thousand stones, never knew about seven pounds an hour
Black lives matter, but in the hood, this wap means power
How much time did I take that chase? Have to left them jakes all sour
Now plum sauce on duck, I just watch while they light up the Eiffel Tower
Its flashin’ lights, still I got gangdem ties
Wap cost five, thats light
Bro let it hang out the passy side
Music and road, still I cant decide
I was on the wing eatin’ mash and pie
Looked in the judges eyes, I took that oath, I lied
Hit the strip and colly, couldnt do both, I tried
Street qualified, grow more on the field, thats science
In the T, I learnt mathematics
Made the phone do acrobatics
Wheres that magic? Stretch that package, Mr. Fantastic
Stretch that package, grub in plastic, money in transit
Lets drop this five but we need that nine if it gets too drastic
Got this credit card, give it to my bitch and I tell her, Max it
Been a bumpy ride, yeah, I let things slide
I should have reached in the jacket, take out pocket rockets
Its like hot potato, and my brothers, they will mash it
I dont need no favours, I got flavours, need to stash it
Never been a taker, I’ma make her use the crop it
How much time did I whip pots? Watch my wrist lock
Me, I’m tryna bring it back quicker than TikTok
All this bad B wanna do is lip-lock, me, Im tryna make sure the quality’s tiptop
Spent so much racks on six shots, keep it away from Junebug Izzpot
Hand tings for the gliding, I rise them autos for when I get pissed off
Baguettes on the wing, not Wingstop, so its only right I baguette my wristwatch
Feathered cushions, barely use it
First-class flights to Europe, London, Dubai, act all stupid
A hundred-thousand dirhams
Cant take away the pain but I know I can soothe it
Stretch that package, grub in plastic, money in transit
Lets drop this five but we need that nine if it gets too drastic
Got this credit card, give it to my bitch and I tell her, Max it
Been a bumpy ride, yeah, I let things slide
I should have reached in the jacket, take out pocket rockets
It’s like hot potato, and my brothers, they will mash it
I dont need no favours, I got flavours, need to stash it
Never been a taker, Ima make her use the crop it 2Embed |
Home Lyrics
Soon as I get home
But all I do
Is think about the way you make
But all I do
Is think about the way you make me feel
The way you make me feel, feel
The way you make me feel
Cause baby, this love is so-
My shawty dont want me to jugg
Baby, Im doing wrong, I know
Im doing some things in the streets
So the things that you hear, I know you cant condone
Remember them days I got spun on basic
And you used to ask why I cant call
Didnt I tell you Ima ball, as soon as I get home
Remember that time feds booted off the door
And they was talkin about recall
Didnt I tell you I’d touch and give you it all, soon as I get home
Its been a long day on road, I kick off my shoes when I get home
I want nuttin but you when I get home
Shawty get anything she wants, shes spoilt
Got all of the baddest of Bs on me but for you, Im loyal
Step looking all king and queen, we could do up royal
That body there a blessing
Like you rubbed it down with anointed oil
You dont know what its like to sleep in a T house
Round crack pipes and foil
But you spent everyday sittin tight at this dinner with a paranoia
And for that you deserve the throne
Light the room up, I know you like to set the tone
Pull off that robe, wait patiently, daddy soon come home
But all I do
Is think about the way you make
But all I do
Is think about the way you make me feel
I want nuttin but you when I get home
The way you make me feel, feel
The way you make me feel
Cause baby, this love is so real
Me and shawty both from the hood so aint it only right we glow
I know that youre in for the long run
But these hoes, they just come and go
All the times I come home to you when I come from O
I already made you know what ten racks looks likes, Scottish notes
We used to be on the phone for hours
And all you would hear is Scottish folks
Now were in Europe making a pot like a jollof bowl
You used to send me letters in the post
Now look at fans, tell me Im the GOAT
Remember when you cried in the visit hall
Now we can casually visit Rome
Or Phuket
We can act a fool in a LV store now, fuck it
Cah I remember I was locked and I never had nuttin
How many times did they put me in court
And I had to face that judgement
Remember that time when I pulled up at yours
When the gun boys had me cuttin
You do road in Prada runners
And you still keep it hundred
You can step neat in heels
I just might let you match the cufflinks
I know you want me home and any chance I get, Im coming
You always wanna fall asleep in my designer jumpers
But all I do
Is think about the way you make
But all I do
Is think about the way you make me feel
I want nuttin but you when I get home
The way you make me feel, feel
The way you make me feel
Cause baby, this love is so real
I want nuttin but you when I get home
Cause baby, this love is so real
Cause baby, this love is so real
Cause baby, this love is so real
Cause baby, this love is so realEmbed |
Hear No Evil Lyrics
We get money and the brand new Pradas
I cant front cause niggas be ballin
I got the bando jumpin like Spalding
Get your head up or get sliced in the face
Aint no love for no nigga who hate
I got the hood on lock, its laced
Aint no witnesses, aint no traces
Pluto
Yo, hear no evil, see no evil
Lil bro done a drill while I was in Dubai eatin seafood
With that black pump, no diesel
Unlimited pistols but that shotgun cheap and cheerful
My hitters tryna do it like Beanie Sigel
Get down or lay it down
Get down or lay it down
Our smoke and thеirs aint got the same sound
On the bando floor, thеres needles
Put white on your strip, 8 Mile
Never can we sleep on a L on friends
But now were just throwin Ls down
Our hustle was the way of livin
They aint see the vision, Ray Charles, Ray Charles
All we know is playin foul
Money, respect, and power
Opp boy still tryna chase that clout
But we fill the air with gunpowder
Bad B come to the Nizz
Arse up, face down, she in love with the flick
Chandelier just wet, lookin like I let her cum on my wrist
All the times that I whipped
I left residue on the sink
All the times that I lost that smoke
I had the feds tryna sort for my prints
When I think its run those
When I rise, Im not brushin my teeth
I run up those dreams, still holdin my heart
Still holdin my soul, I got it in ink, yeah
Hear no evil, see no evil
On the bandos floor was needles
We do numbers like we Beatles
I go bonkers swervin the Beamer
They wanna bite my drip, mosquito
Rockin vintage by Moschino
Walk into Chanel and spent a kilo
Got my magazine like Benzino
Breakin up bank three days like CeeLo
Makin a movie, Al Pacino
Split your throat, its like a free throw
Hop in a ghost with a bag, your P.O.
Hoppin in Paris like Im mobbin in Rio
They cant compare me, Im livin la vida
Wrappin up bail, Im like a burrito
Talk on the head, tryna get my C notes
Hear no evil, see no evil
Told shawty, I be home in twenty-eight days
I thought it was a standard recall
We come out illegal, now we just come out in Dior
Cant see us come out with rebels, G17 is a free-throw
We gotta look out for the peoples
My lifes like a movie, one cars less like the sequel
I feel ever-critical, givin advice to the juvies
Five lanes in DXB Dubai
I ridin around like Im new to this
I know these VVS A Jewellers
Lasers in the night, red light
And the door goes off, I know its Trident
Leave me alone, I dont know who skied it
The phones not mine, I dont know them clients
You was typin, we would fly them
You was hidin, we was glidin
Off that safety hatch and line him
Pebbles spread, coronavirus
Scoreboard done whitewashed
Swear all the opps dem minused
Finders keepers, but we cant find them
Done an extra mile on E like Cyrus
Done it on 22, done it on Niners
Wouldve been Ida, but they aint out ere
Crashed on NP when it werent empty
Them man just pissed cah they wanna be like us
Look at the timepieces, timeless
Look at the nozzles, silent
Lifestyle flicky, step with a blikky, out ere its violent
Hold one in the safehouse, bad B sittin all pretty
Hear no evil, see no evil, she wan a bad boy like Diddy
My lifestyle, look at the flick of the wrist
The hood gettin hot when youre flippin the brick
Forty-one points, VVS on swish
Livin this life in the cameras and lights
Hell of a life when you covered in ice
Had the hot boys, I can get precise
Takin her down on a private flight, yeah
Money and power, cocaine, gunpowder
Money and power, cocaine, gunpowder
Money and power, cocaine, gunpowder
Money and power, cocaine, gunpowder
Hear no evil, see no evil
Told shawty, I be home in twenty-eight days
I thought it was a standard recall
We come out illegal, now we just come out in Dior
Cant see us come out with rebels, G17 is a free-throw
We gotta look out for the peoples
My lifes like a movie, one cars less like the sequel
I feel ever-critical, givin advice to the juvies
Five lanes in DXB Dubai
I ridin around like Im new to this
I know these VVS A Jewellers
Rasta boy, my city full, bomboclaat, slice the throat
Rasta boy, my city full, bomboclaat, slice the throat
Money and power, cocaine, gunpowder
Money and power, cocaine, gunpowder
Money and power, cocaine, gunpowder
Money and power, cocaine, gunpowder7Embed |
Hard to Believe Lyrics
Aye
Yo
Sykes, Sykes
Cuttin through London town, AJ, Deno, German, EO
Smokin out Uber Toyota Prius, I know its hard to believe it
Its hard to believe that I beat three AMs recent, oh, thank you, Jesus
Showed my lawyer the CPS weakness, even my barrister said Im genius
London town, AJ, Deno, German, EO
Smokin out Uber Toyota Prius, I know its hard to believe it
Its hard to believe that I beat three AMs recent, oh, thank you, Jesus
Showed my lawyer the CPS weakness, even my barrister said Im genius
Hard to believe that I went on Pressplay, told em how I touch road, whip and press yay
Make white dance on that strip, Elvis Presley, told em all come for testers
Bad B aint ever seen ten quid but she want me to chill and Netflix
Cant come round me if you were goin on prestige, I just fling you on the SJ
Its hard to believe that I never gave a F before, the way Im in all this Fendi
Its hard to believe that Ive never done F before
If you aint done a stretch, come home, done a works, got recalled, you aint felt stress before
Or been halfway through your sentence, the judge calls you in, then he gives you more
Cant even count how much planes Ive been on this week, I think its four
Tuna can, spilt blood on the threes, Im the definition of tours to tours
I sold crack, sold buj and jugg, talked to the tings and it opened doors
I sold crack, sold buj and jugg, talked to the tings and it opened doors
Cuttin through London town, AJ, Deno, German, EO
Smokin out Uber Toyota Prius, I know its hard to believe it
Its hard to believe that I beat three AMs recent, thank you, Jesus
Showed my lawyer the CPS weakness, my barrister said Im geinus
London town, AJ, Deno, German, EO
Smokin out Uber Toyota Prius, I know that its hard to believe it
Its hard to believe that I beat three AMs recent, oh, thank you, Jesus
CPS weakness, even my barrister said Im genius
Hard to believe that I was poor like Walker, couldnt buy a Smith, no Jorja
Hard to believe that I made a K in the trap, letterboxed down on corners
Crept on the opps, chopped that dots, now its just short like Konan
Six in the trey, spin it like Manny Norte
Old school I couldnt hear from shorty, left on the wing, Boa Morte
Growin up was tough for me
Im seein, dodgin drug enforcements or armed officers in my doorway
I can do it straight tens, no tills, my yay is different to your yay
The T house kind of different from Sony, one performance, three new toasters
My opps informers, cant condone it
Still step on that corner, this is nothin like poet
Spend half my teens in the T house, they dont know nothin bout Moët
How they gonna ban drill when all the drillers dem own it?
Im cuttin through London town, AJ, Deno, German, EO
Smokin out Uber Toyota Prius, I know its hard to believe it
Its hard to believe that I beat three AMs recent, oh, thank you, Jesus
Showed my lawyer the CPS weakness, even my barrister said Im genius
Cuttin through London town, AJ, Deno, German, EO
Smokin out Uber Toyota Prius, I know its hard to believe it
Its hard to believe that I beat three AMs recent, oh, thank you, Jesus
Showed my lawyer the CPS weakness, even my barrister said Im genius
Sykes, Sykes1Embed |
Mosh Pit Lyrics
SKs moving mad uno
Yo
Yo
All of these tools on the opp block
Watch it get poppin like Mary
Big Rambo, tryna shave mans chest
But I couldnt give a fuck if it hairy
Stepped in Moose or Canada Goose
Big coat, tryna hide this shank
Ching mans brain
Now hes got both hands on his head like a Migraine Skank
Tell a boy mind this talk, you aint on this
Get swept quick, let me kick out his top lip
Got Ami, chip and Ive got rizz
Shoplift, never got served in Londis
I was up and down in their block lifts
Five man deep inside, its a mosh pit
Got teet in line with the mop stick
See man run then trip and you dropped, shit
Im in the studio doin up work
Or Im in the bando doin up work
I gotta get the re-up back first
The profit, oh, so lovely
Might go cop a little Uzi, no Vert
From kway I seen man disperse
Reverse then argue who jumped out first
I was really tryna put man on a top, thats merch
Nuttin cant stop me trappin
Even when I had no driver
A man took a Nina on a train and travelled
Same way out the hood, man drillin like minin
I can still do both, really tryna wet mans face, no flannel
On sight man, no Cowell
See pigs, do a U, no channel
I need these skengs and dingers all auto
Still grab the dots, stuff this manual
Oh, how I love this prof
Grab two juvies, stuff this bando
Gotta count this money up daily
I just cant do it monthly or annual
T house really kicks off, soft set
No time for no boxset, no scandals
My Rambos fifteen inches
Dominos pizza, extra toppings
Gotta carry this smoke, anytime I do road
Even when I go shoppin
Me and bro tryna pattern this grow
We aint editin pictures but Im still croppin
Plus I got light and dark like a zebra crossin
Theyre good with computers like Bill Gates
Sittin at home where they feel safe
Til I bring my boys to their yard like Kelis in Milkshake
I been on the strip in person
I dont know why them pricks aint learnin
Big Mac, no chips and gherkin
If anyone slips, its curtains
Six figure nigga but I stay humble
Still go Bagel for a crumble
Bad B coming to the Nizz for the D
Wanna let her hair down like Rapunzel
My man dropped, slipped
Got dipped, bet he wishes he didnt stumble
Got caught in traffic when he got boxed in
He werent ready to rumble
Still out doin these ten shots
Kelly wants ten, thats five on five
Used to sit, watch time go by
Spent most of my days in YOIs
Put too many slabs on a diggies
Now I gotta press tare on a scale
Scale four, approach with caution
You dont know whos there with the 12
Flick shank my favourite tooly
Dip, dip, I aint gotta aim that .40
Whoosh, whoosh in a mans chest
Now your white Ts red, better take that laundry
Serve no unknown callers
Still trap, fit two Os, one quarter
Put bill wrapped notes in order
Free bro S, hes a top goalscorer
See a fed man pull out his badge
He just threw me in the back with force
And I never got trialed in Maj
Bopped in Crown Courts, hand down my shorts
Big saw like Im in DT
Dot-dot there bro, give it a sawn
Still revvin it reckless, in and out of traffic
Everyones dibbin their horn
All of these tools on the opp block
Watch it get poppin like Mary
Big Rambo, tryna shave mans chest
But I couldnt give a fuck if it hairy
Stepped in Moose or Canada Goose
Big coat, tryna hide this shank
Ching mans brain
Now hes got both hands on his head like a Migraine Skank
Tell a boy mind this talk, you aint on this
Get swept quick, let me kick out his top lip
Got Ami, chip and Ive got rizz
Shoplift, never got served in Londis
I was up and down in their block lifts
Five man deep inside, its a mosh pit
Got teet in line with the mop stick
See man run then trip and you dropped, shit5Embed |
Rubbery Bandz Lyrics
One
Four wheel drive and I aint even driving
See that bitch there, bad, she cant be my wifey
My only fears fear, you see it in my eyes
Them niggas, they aint livin, they just look alive
Seventeen was the first time they caught the guys
Nineteen, I took a half a brick and shook a hand
I told my shawty all I do is rap
Why they think I took a visit to the juju man?
Nina of the cubba and sand
I fell in love with all of these rubbery bands
See, this rusty cost me couple of grand
They dont wanna see us pull up and gang
Nina of the cubba and sand
I fell in love with all of these rubbery bands
See, this rusty cost me couple of grand
They dont wanna see us pull up and gang
No comment in the police station
Caucasian woman tryna do me for some cold case
For this money, I got no patience
Them niggas see a five figures, they get complacent
These raps are only gettin more crazy
So when its time for dingers, now theyre more spacious
All these tings from a mile way can smell a boss status
She know the One, afraid that shits contagious
Offers get shh, we dont do reason
We spent a whole winning season with a new season
I was sat down, now Im celebratin new freedom
Touch road, done it for the O, I dont do treason
Theyre preeing on the figures that we do weekly
Its been a marathon, we just make it look easy
Now all this shawty wanna do is tease me
She use her brain, she dont really do speaking
Nina of the cubba and sand
I fell in love with all of these rubbery bands
See, this rusty cost me couple of grand
They dont wanna see us pull up and gang
Nina of the cubba and sand
I fell in love with all of these rubbery bands
See, this rusty cost me couple of grand
They dont wanna see us pull up and gang
Sorry officer, officer, you come here and pull up on gang
You open the door, youre searchin the car
Youre searching for drugs, you just come here to do shakara
The way gang theyre lovin the passa, gyal are lovin the stance
More time I go shoppin in France
Im in Gucci, they pour me a glass
Top floor, pourin champagne on her ass
She wear jewellery, see some French
Montana eating wondering wether they got drenched
Long ammo
All the waps we used to test, it made us more accurate
He aint worth it, shoot him in the ass, no camera
Fifteen on my waist, Im still flicky-flicky
I just done a re, I need two different diggies
Got bagged in country, heard the was history
Now my country ting flyin out to do her titties
Nina of the cubba and sand
I fell in love with all of these rubbery bands
See, this rusty cost me couple of grand
They dont wanna see us pull up and gang
Nina of the cubba and sand
I fell in love with all of these rubbery bands
See, this rusty cost me couple of grand
They dont wanna see us pull up and gang
Nina of the cubba and sand
I fell in love with all of these rubbery bands
See, this rusty cost me couple of grand
They dont wanna see us pull up and gang
Nina of the cubba and sand
I fell in love with all of these rubbery bands
See, this rusty cost me couple of grand
They dont wanna see us pull up and gang2Embed |
Broni Lyrics
Gyming no protein
I aint allowed with my co-dees
Chase money only
Got a one level
Gyming no protein, all I knows OT
I nearly fell for a shawty, she got the same accent as MIST and as Mowgli
I aint allowed with my co-dees, why do these pigs wanna hold me?
They know better they know me, I apply the shh emoji
Chase money only, got grub no groceries
No shots I take mininum tenner from Jodie
Got a one level and I just spent something stupid on Stoney
Same way I just distribute broni
Look out for porkies, dotties and 40s
We park them off properly, we love them cah theyre fully loaded
Dont let the gang feel insulted, you know full well what that will result in
It was just another day when shh got shh, I cannot feel no emotion
Im married to Elizabeth fully devoted all of this grub, Im fully bloated
Opps been getting smoked so long they dont know where the roach is
Interview room no evidence, I know what the code is it stays uncoded
I got nicked for a madting, guess how it folded
Got love for the 15 inch, man stroke it
OFB won the golden boot, all of these boots are golden
Still go there and do it in a bruk down Vauxhall, or 1-2s moped
I took trips just to buck that cokehead, now the VVS looking like volvic
Gyming no protein, all I knows OT
I nearly fell for a shawty, she got the same accent as MIST and as Mowgli
I aint allowed with my co-dees, why do these pigs wanna hold me?
They know better they know me, I apply the shh emoji
Chase money only, got grub no groceries
No shots I take mininum tenner from Jodie
Got a one level and I just spent something stupid on Stoney
Same way I just distribute broni
23 hour lonely, I touch road Im saucing
All I do is bruk down packs, they thought that the sentence could broke me
They know I aint ever been talky, its no comment only
All the time took grub near the shore no Geordie, I took all these trips with a broni
Get 6 for 40
Still score points in the field, and all fee wanna do is score I aint in need of no goalie
If you aint talking this money dont phone me
Me and Cat bout to cop some skengs, we dont really care about Roleys
Why feds wanna apprehend?
Last year I skipped a 10
Cah I got nicked for an AM and some broni
They asked if I do juju and I just do the usual
I keep it low just like Lowkey
by, shawty
no, Stormzy
Gyming no protein, all I knows OT
I nearly fell for a shawty, she got the same accent as MIST and as Mowgli
I aint allowed with my co-dees, why do these pigs wanna hold me?
They know better they know me, I apply the shh emoji
Chase money only, got grub no groceries
No shots I take mininum tenner from Jodie
Got a one level and I just spent something stupid on Stoney
Same way I just distribute broni2Embed |
Charades Lyrics
Yo Fred, been dealin with a few situations out ere man
But, Im just sorting it all out, thats why Ive been a bit quiet
And then... yeah, Im active again
You say One
Headie, One
Headie, One
Headie, One
One
Ballys and hoodies, not phones in the car
Them man aint on but they talk like they are
Them man aint really got no arms
It come like they just been foldin their arms
It come like man been playin Charades
The way man talk with them arms
One day, Im in the hood tryna pattern up shh
Next day, Im recordin in France
They talk like they are
(Turn, turn, turn
Told me turn
They told me turn)
All I know is money and beef
Dont think I left it all in the past
How these opp boys say they want beef
But they aint got bread, thats all in their arse
All my young boys like ten or nine
Guess they all wanna chart
Skengs, Rambos, flickys
We got them all in the car
How many man have the gangdem got?
How many time man do it all bait on the mains?
Gotta wish that a mans not hot
Still do it in a coat like Big Shaq got
Just done it in my hoody
Four door swervin, no A Boogie
I hope I aint got bout the judge, no Judy
Ballys and hoodies, not phones in the car
Them man aint on but they talk like they are
Them man aint really got no arms
It come like they just been foldin their arms
It come like man been playin Charades
The way man talk with them arms
One day, Im in the hood tryna pattern up shh
Next day, Im recordin in France
Ballys and hoodies, not phones in the car
Them man aint on but they talk like they are
Them man aint really got no arms
It come like they just been foldin their arms
It come like man been playin Charades
The way man talk with them arms
One day, Im in the hood tryna pattern up shh
Next day, Im recordin in France
All I know is money and beef
Dont think I left it all in the past
Them man there different to ours
Couldnt see them, we leave them to last
My young boy was slackin in the T
I just gave him a kick up the arse
Focus, workrate, progress
Put in that work then hes up
How many man have the gangdem got?
How much residue in my pot?
How much pressure did we put on opps?
How many times did we out the lot?
Feds tryna find my spot
Man tryna right my wrongs
So I just write a song
Two bad Bs in the seat, me in the middle
Two Rambos, symmetry, me in the middle
Rose gold with the VVs in the middle
D&G, had to throw Amiri jeans in the middle
I know feds hate to see me winnin
They just wanna see me in the system
All of those times it was runt, now we litty
Cah my Laurent from Eagle I be able to
Two bad Bs in the seat, me in the middle
Two Rambos, symmetry, me in the middle
Rose gold with the VVs in the middle
D&G, had to throw Amiri jeans in the middle
I just done it in my hoody
Four door swervin, no A Boogie
I hope I aint got bout the judge, no Judy
Ballys and hoodies, not phones in the car
Them man aint on but they talk like they are
Them man aint really got no arms
It come like they just been foldin their arms
It come like man been playin Charades
The way man talk with them arms
One day, Im in the hood tryna pattern up shh
Next day, Im recordin in France
Talk like they are
Foldin their arms
One
Talk with them arms3Embed |
Back 2 Back Lyrics
Cuz I had to wait for the Govs just to buss mans door
Why, cah I had no keys?
Grind hard all we do is get gwop, back that bomb try hit a boys headtop
All I know is O, when I spot mans goal its nothing but headlock
Im kway kway far away
Bad Bs all on me, bitch better hold this heat
Skeng sound like the bass of the beat, come like I put it on repeat
Italian joints on me, skeng cost twice as much as my feet
All of these Serco trips was peak, and my opps aint as tough as the seats
B you can get it in the south, but the tings come from west coast
Chop down these .1s, young boy runs with the best of both
You know hes gonna get that sold
Brown machete in my black ripped jeans
I can tell you bout jail and the big back tellys, eating hashbrown and beans
Cuz I had to wait for the Govs just to buss mans door, why cah I had no keys
Fist man down, if not I try do it headbutts and knees
I know about 10 months straight no visits, the whole wing ran with fiends
Had to 28 Gs no diggies, still get 18 back at least
Grind hard all we do is get gwop, back that bomb try hit a boys headtop
Free S when they open them locks, now hes back banging the tips and the sweatbox
Nuff jail mail man send off, teasing shorty I soon make the bed rock
Thighs look thick when her legs cross, love how my Air Force fresh like Mentos
1-2s ride with a pump, better leave your friend when you see that ped stop
Bae wanna do dates and restuarants, man got food cant grind on a dead block
I just linked her and blew out her back
Your bro just ducked and stop, when he clocked that the wind just threw off his cap
All I know is O, when I spot mans goal its nothing but headlock
Treat these packs like Zidane in the World Cup final, they get sent off
Treat these opps like United at a home match, its nothing but red tops
OFB just step too frosty, and I aint chatting bout Kellogs
You see the way I love OT, come like Pitt and Angelina Jolie
But that put me in HM Polmont, on the wing I didnt have a co-dee
Gang already won the golden boot, nearly everyone drill in my team
I do this ting live in the T, we really done shows and drills in a week
Im kway kway far away, serving shots like Im a barmaid
Putting copper in this machine, it just feels like Im in an arcade
Need a bad girl like sharnay, shout bro bro for a half of the beige
My G just buss that murder, still got a bird but he cant complain
Dad telling me go Lidge, but Id rather the trap cah its far more pay
Were driving fast on the mains, unlicensed and Im in a car with a blade
Have you ever see a man get remanded, pissed cah he werent even part of the case
Now hes doing up beef on the wing, gotta swing if they open classroom A
I just walked past exercise and Im seeing bare man on the yard in grey
Got a ski mask on my face, so Im preeing her back like your ass insane
Bro got a 6 shot pump, you dont really want him to blast this gauge
And lil man you aint gotta front, we all know that you hearts not made
Niggas out here aint got respect no more, its only corn thats respected
I werent out here I was locked down on tour, no token these tours were attended
My lil bro dont wanna hear no more, now hes on the wing doing up menace
He went and done a madting, and he got his sentence extended
We love this skeng ish, I feeling like I needed these ones extended
Every other day I hear life just ended
Every other day this smokes on me, if not then its on my bredrin
We aint taking no checking, watch bro get angry and let it
My young ones all they wanna do it catch a K and tell a boy Len no Dennis
How we run through so much teeth aint ever been dentist
Free Dadz hes probably on basic, that nigga dont like his telly
Free Brad, free Tugg, free TK, cos they shoulda been home already
Free R, no Kelly
Doin this already, look at the table this is all ready
Already
Dem niggas new, you doin this already
Look at the table this is all ready1Embed |
Don’t Judge Me Lyrics
Dont judge me
Dont judge me
I know that shit fuckry
I was broke and I loved myself
Nobody aint love me
Dont judge me, take care of me
Dont judge me, take care of my heart
Dont judge me, be there for me
Dont judge me, just hold me in your arms
Dont judge me, take care of me
Hold me in your arms
Dont judge me, be there for me
Hold me in your arms, yeah
Hold me in your arms, say well makе it through
Ive got a precious heart open for you
Say why youre breakin for me every day
Ill send the precious kinda love your way
Dont judge me
Dont judge me
Dont judge me
Ill send the precious kinda love your way
You know what? Bein black, bein from the hood and seventeen is powerless
The only change is when you get yourself a heater
I dont know why me and dem oppers started beefin
Do I blame me, or the Willie Lynch theory?
Born in the gutter, no, it werent my choice to be here
Funny how both my parents done the most to be here
We can walk free, but are we really walkin free here?
How can this be home when I feel I wanna flee here?
I cant trust the police force and I cant trust the media
Learned more about my people from the streets than from my teachers
Theres been a million speeches
No justice, no peace, cause we in pieces
Officer, am I allowed to breathe here?
I didnt choose to be me, so why discriminate me?
Paranoia got the gangnem rolling with it lately
Feelin like theyre gonna run up in my crib and take me
So rest in peace Mark, youre forever in our prayers
No more betrayal, we need permanent changes
So we can move forward without turnin back pages
No more feelin like strangers in this world that we live in
Uh, Lord, forgive them
No more betrayal, we need permanent changes
So we can move forward without turnin back pages
Let them all know that its wrong being racist
Help us feel proud when we look at our faces
Ill send the precious kinda love your way, dont judge me
Ill send the precious kinda love your way, dont judge me
Ill send the precious kinda love your way, oh
Ill send the precious kinda love your way
I used to pray for a change, until I had dirty knees
Dont judge me
Dont judge me6Embed |
10von10 Lyrics
Hier ist das One-Hit-Wonder
Mit einem Lied alles geholt
Für manche bin ich nur ein Auto-Tune-Rapper
Für andre die Rettung in Not
Ich scheiße auf beide Meinungen
Hab Feature mit großen Kanonen
Auf einmal fragt jeder jetzt, wie es mir geht
Jeder will jetzt ein Stück von meim Brot
Do-doch ich bleibe auf dem Boden
Weil ich wеiß, dass es Gott gibt
Und ist er nicht in meim Nackеn
Dann sei dir sicher, dass mein Bruder die Glock zückt
Bruder, mein Heart ist broken
Weil es hier keine Opps gibt
Scheiß drauf, ich geh international
Run big man down and ching in his face again
Ich hab euch gesagt, ich mach sie mir klar, sie ist eine Zehn-von-ten
Auf ersten Ching folgt noch ein Ching, ich kann nicht vergeben
Ohren explodieren langsam, weil diese Bitch-Niggas mir viel zu viel reden
Run big man down and ching in his face again
Ich hab euch gesagt, ich mach sie mir klar, sie ist eine Zehn-von-ten
Auf ersten Ching folgt noch ein Ching, ich kann nicht vergeben
Ohren explodieren langsam, weil diese Bitch-Niggas mir viel zu viel reden
Hab heut ne Hundert-von-hundert
Chill mit ihr Dubai im Zuma
Hing in der Trap broke
Ständig auf Flucht vor Kripos und Cops
Hab in dem Block gelebt
Glock, Klingen, Kopf gefickt
Durch Überfall mehr verdient
Heute mein Baby-Gyal zehn von zehn
Steppin
Opp-Boy, renn, gib Acht
Denn ich bin in meim Film
Winnin
Top Boy, straight in den Charts
Millionär über Nacht
Multi, Money, Money, Loco im Fokus, heut rich
AP Diamond, Diamond full besetzt am Wrist
Run big man down, uh, ching in his face again
Ich hab doch gesagt, ich mach sie mir klar, sie ist eine Zehn-von-ten
Auf noch einn Kiss folgt noch ein Kiss, sie ist eine Zehn-von-ten
Und ich zieh vorbei, weil die anderen nur zu viel reden, ah
Drill international
Pajel international , yeah, yeah
Headie international , yeah
Brr, boh, boh, boh, boh
Feds on my case from my previous
Look at my diamonds, VVS
How bro tryna come round me when the tag on his ankle is GPS?
Middle finger to the CPS
Bro caught a 16 EDS
The law wasnt tryna be a lenient
But them guys in jail just make me wanna watch TV less
I couldnt give a fuck about CNN, ayy
Cold nights in the bando, had to wrap white like Eminem
Whole little squad with a ten on ten
I dont want to do the same again
So I hit studio, feel on the pain again
Run big man down and ching in his face again
Ich hab euch gesagt, ich mach sie mir klar, sie ist eine Zehn-von-ten
Auf ersten Ching folgt noch ein Ching, ich kann nicht vergeben
Ohren explodieren langsam, weil diese Bitch-Niggas mir viel zu viel reden
Run big man down and ching in his face again
Ich hab euch gesagt, ich mach sie mir klar, sie ist eine Zehn-von-ten
Auf ersten Ching folgt noch ein Ching, ich kann nicht vergeben
Ohren explodieren langsam, weil diese Bitch-Niggas mir viel zu viel reden
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Different Sorts Lyrics
M1onthebeat
M1onthebeat
I see them man dasheen
They always been talkers, see me in the flesh and its always been Walters
It come like them boy there Ashley
I keep the skeng close like Roadman Shaq and Aznee
Come like Im on the lurk for a boy band, the way that I search for them boys on the backstreet
And what the fucks rap
When Im still live in the T
Just last night I had to flush that pack
Now-now its somewhere in the sea
I rip my 23s, rudeboy I can tell you bout doors and hinges
CPS tryna get papers printed
And still I NFA on these bitches
Still en route, rags to riches
Still fly out the ride, stick in my hand looking like I come to play cricket
Score these points still get round there, sawn-off joints
Hold it steady, got both elbows locked, Im poised
Splash mans face, I anoint you
Them 9 boys always been chatty, now I got old songs making up noise too
Still fold these twenties and Im bagging up coins too
T-house settings, I still turn one into two
I still turn one into two
Put my Jordans on and then zombie walk
Your whole gang got one wap, my niggas step out with different sorts
Feds on my case for years, they want a man sitting in London courts
I wake up with the wildest thoughts, get money if I didnt then Ill do it by force
The corn in the mash got force, .44 kicks off like a pissed off horse
Wave wands like Harry and Snape, big stones and a wap it’s a serious sort
They ain’t copping no waps, they’re tramps, they need financial support
I put my life in my rhymes, now niggas wanna rap like me so I can’t endorse
Bang on them and just giggle, look and find a boy like a riddle
S&D, your life’s in a pickle
Stick on the bike, riding man will take you out like a pickle
Gun smoke, squeeze the trigger, same way man squeeze up her nipple
You ain’t putting work you’re a ginnal
Tooled up my ting tickled me, them fuck boys can’t get rid of me
Money coming, money coming in, them bad b’s wanna chill with me
Little hooker go and act your age, cause kway back you weren’t into me
Guns, money, guns, money, drugs, that’s the shit that I’m into b
Lurking round with a half a b, and that Cardi B
Take risks that’s every day, cause every day the feds onto me
Counting racks and she hit me up, I said right now bitch don’t bother me
You see them opp boys yeah they so bruck, if they would yeah they’d work for me
Take-take risks and prosper, hand on heart
Them man there Usain when I’m up front like Costa
I thank God that I still eat lobster
Serious mobster
Still deep in the streets
Real life shit you can’t give me no Oscar
Put my Jordans on and then zombie walk
Your whole gang got one wap, my niggas step out with different sorts
Feds on my case for years, they want a man sitting in London courts
I wake up with the wildest thoughts, get money if I didnt then Ill do it by force
The corn in the mash got force, .44 kicks off like a pissed off horse
Wave wands like Harry and Snape, big stones and a wap it’s a serious sort
They ain’t copping no waps they’re tramps, they need financial support
I put my life in my rhymes, now niggas wanna rap like me so I can’t endorse
Jump out gang, my drillers still crashing off waps
.44 with big stones and a wap with a clip on the side, mad
OSG days was mad, big Rambo tryna search and attack
I was on snap in the trap, 2 packs up just me and my cat
I was on snap in the trap, 2 packs up just me and my cat
You was in the party brassed, tryna go home with a thot that’s frass
And my broski just came home and he’s still putting things on stoves
Look at his D Squared clothes
My bro just stepped out cold, 67 pendant icy
Look at the gold on bro
Done skengs in trucks, now apparently everyone’s doing up skengs in trucks
Done .44s in a 4 door, now apparently they all got 40 one
We fuck up this music stuff, chilling on stage and stuff, whole career in my cup
Feds wanna lock my bros, but the war’s going on and my gang still shell it at stuff
I’m tryna live my career, but the feds wanna stop and stare like stop right there
Pull up on the opps with the 4s out like pause right there
My young niggas they don’t care, they’ll shave man straight in the face like he wants no beard
Smoking cookie and am, I don’t wanna smoke none of your weed man the smokes too weird
Put my Jordans on and then zombie walk
Your whole gang got one wap, my niggas step out with different sorts
Feds on my case for years, they want a man sitting in London courts
I wake up with the wildest thoughts, get money if I didnt then Ill do it by force
The corn in the mash got force, .44 kicks off like a pissed off horse
Wave wands like Harry and Snape, big stones and a wap it’s a serious sort
They ain’t copping no waps they’re tramps, they need financial support
I put my life in my rhymes, now niggas wanna rap like me so I can’t endorse
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Turn Lyrics
Ghosty
Munroe
Ghosty
Munroe
Turn, turn, turn turn
Man need to find the lord, I got a lot to lose
Swing my shank with force
I dont use no knuckles, though Im in my Moose
Burnt my tracky and Givenchy runners
I was pissed I couldnt keep my shoes
Opps cant hang outside when I start to get over there in my mood
One Rambo aint enough
So I jumped in the whizz and I twinned with two
I been a bad breed since school
In citizenship Im tryna conceal this kitchen
I dont know how to follow the rules
I was still tryna convince my teacher Im a good citizen
You aint ever gonna circle the opp block so much times
Til this dinger wont move
Then continue the glide on foot
Thats even more mileage in these shoes
Blood all over my 97s
Now theyre looking like Loubs
Had to off white way before Off-White
I still split Jerry Springer in two
Bad B keep callin my phone
Had to tell her calm down, Im tryna stay faithful
When the opps get caught, its fatal
Were the only ones with waps
They aint got arms, them niggas disabled
It was tuna and noodles in jail
Now its smoked salmon with a toasted bagel
For my freedom, Im grateful
I was locked up like Akon
Came home and I bought me a brand new wap
Its nuttin, theres more where that came from
Ive got mob ties like the Drake song
My hood aint one you can rain on
Ill draw my ting, no crayon
Leave that pussyhole bleedin
Like its time of the month and a girl just came on
My niggas cant sleep on a vio
I dont know how the opps can function
Had no clue that I brang my burner
Til I tried clappin on junction
Straight Ms or attempts any time that man buck them
Thought he was dead when I chinged up my man
But hes still alive, what a poor misjudgement
Look, my tings set different
Big fat sword and a Smithen
Gang spill juice on the opps
We dont do no half heart dippings
TT rex, OT, get the hotline blingin
Gang slap corn in their block
So the opp boys know their position
And, free up my jailhouse mates doing Thameside livin
I hate when they chat bare greeze cah they done no drillings
Opp block, back my shank and fish him
Shave man bait or bore him, bend your back if man dig in
Wave that blade, do more than bend your back if man dig it
Duck if man ring it
Move back if you lack cah this aint your average chingin
You dont know my face, since old school days been drillin
Grab that black gym back for the action
More time the gauge been hidden
My goon soon home cah his case got ridden
Free up double tap K, who was loose with the latest Smithen
Me and V9 had to pattern em up, what a great decision
I still gotta pattern up Mulli
Big man lowe it and play your position
Slap that wap cah the 8 dont listen
Them boy love to talk on the net
But really theyre great with distance
I send shots to your boss on the roads and tracks
Your empty threats are all fiction
Lets not forget that shh held a dippin
Big man play your position
Im the youngest tug on the mission
Them boy tried boot and their wap went missin
Likkle man keep dissin
Grip my shank, with the blade Im swingin
Swing what shank? Ima blaze and ping him
Youre pissed on your block if you buck into us
We aint givin a basic chingin
Turn, turn, the ding-dong spinnin
Mhmm, turn, turn, the ding-dongs spinnin
Mhmm, turn, turn, the ding-dongs spinnin
Mhmm, turn, turn, the ding-dongs spinnin
Turn, turn, the ding-dongs spinnin1Embed |
Jugg Lyrics
You fell in love with the puss
I fell in love with the jugg
28 grams all in buj
I heard when nitties say mush
Only now you start boasting about ching
We done it when it was swoosh
Only now your trap phones start ringing
You know how many pictures we took?
These cases it aint a good look
My niggers think i do juj
And i got love for my bros
The same love that Blittz has for Kush
See all of this money haffi make
And all of this work just haffi get push
Bad b come to the nizz for the d but i cant mix business with scrum
I done 8 jails on my lonelies I was on tour while u was in Noomz
Thats me in a cell full of strangers, but thats still OFB in the room
I had to give up on early that was in March, but now were in June
And these feds had me down for 3
I swear the judge just told me a two
Broad day cheffing at noon
I cant roll with Tugg, cah he loose
I cant roll with Spess, cah he loose
I cant roll with Frog, cah he loose
I cant roll with RV, cah he loose
Two thirds of the gs on license they wanna see us on the rear bagging up screws
Like barcelona attack him
Thats me, RV, doing one twos, or we doing close range headers
I had a .32 in my bag, on my back, same time as Tevez
Anything Green get Bun
I had the YGs billing it
Four and a half in the Bandoe, Headie One got a drug dealership
You fell in love with the puss
I fell in love with the jugg
28 grams all in buj
I heard when nitties say mush
Only now you start boasting about ching
We done it when it was swoosh
Only now your trap phones start ringing
You know how many pictures we took?
These cases it aint a good look
My niggers think i do juj
And i got love for my bros
The same love that Blittz has for Kush
See all of this money haffi make
And all of this work just haffi get push
Bad b come to the nizz for the d but i cant mix business with scrum
Headie one my bro, dont even need the same blood
My niggas really do road
Them bushwheat niggas just rubbed
Cant put pressure on uss
Countless times they have been touched
Half of your teams been injured
Think its time you done a few slugs
Score points on the field
How much blood have i spilled
If us lot didnt go jail 012 then fuckboys wouldve got killed
Man cant tell me about drils
Hand on my shank with skills
Pop gold teeth with the swammy
I dont need to go and buy grills
RV aint taking no Ls
RV aint chasing no girls
Got four and a half of each in the bando, really put weight on those scales
I was in jail doing porridge
Spent three on wayne and Mel
Never walk alone like sturridge
Mac holds 25 bells
You fell in love with the puss
I fell in love with the jugg
28 grams all in buj
I heard when nitties say mush
Only now you start boasting about ching
We done it when it was swoosh
Only now your trap phones start ringing
You know how many pictures we took?
These cases it aint a good look
My niggers think i do juj
And i got love for my bros
The same love that Blittz has for Kush
See all of this money haffi make
And all of this work just haffi get push
Bad b come to the nizz for the d but i cant mix business with scrum1Embed |
Ain’t It Different Lyrics
Baby, are you up for this?
Ready for the bump and grind
Baby, are you up for this?
Suh, suh, s-s-s-suh
Baby, are you up for this?
Aint it different? I link my ting in LA
Why I cant fly to the States, cause I got too much convictions
Apparently all I talk is prison, but I dont know no different
Cah I was in jail up north, runnin another coalition
Fresh home, I bought coke and whipped it
I put some roses where my wrist is
You aint ever made a birthday cake from Digestive biscuits
Will have to take lemon juice to a piss test
Everyday I look up to the Lord, give thanks for all this litness
Come home, frеsh out the system, gymnast
Rollin with smoke on my jonеs
Pigs want all the camera on me, not the one from Dipset
I still cant mix pleasure with business, sorry, princess
I come a long way from broke days
I got to work and fixed it
Baby, are you up for this?
I am feeling hot tonight
Ready for the bump and grind
Wheel it back and run it one more time, yeah, yeah
Baby, are you up for this?
I am feeling hot tonight
Ready for the bump and grind
Wheel it back and run it one more time, yeah, yeah
This shit aint changed, of course, were different
They wonder why we aint fell off yet cause, of course, were gifted
The gang still cant do no live shows until the law uplifts it
Now tell them, Look at what you made us do like Taylor Swift did
Still aim and pivot
That chain dont fit you, boy, so give it
Team came from CSI meals and greens and jail-issued linen
But now its Rico for all the fiends, Im completely winning
Invite these fiends to dinner
Brilliant prof, my Gs deliver
Henny and Voss to feed the liver
Plenty of shots that we deliver
Take shots at we? Its best you reconsider
Dont need no plug cause we the realest
Moving packs like Were the Millers
Concrete jungle, were gorillas
Free my guys, its been a minute
All these opps that weve diminished
Like Stefflon, my brothers are dons
Yeah, we came up from down under
Of Sydney, thats city of guns
Im stacking up all these funds
Making paper like Donald Trump
We started drill rap in Aussie
Now look at what its become
Baby, are you up for this?
I am feeling hot tonight
Ready for the bump and grind
Wheel it back and run it one more time, yeah, yeah
Baby, are you up for this?
I am feeling hot tonight
Ready for the bump and grind
Wheel it back and run it one more time, yeah, yeah
Aint it different?
Spent like ten years grindin
Covered in diamonds, never been mining
Came through, mans still shining
Cah I was in Homeford House with the pack
And now Im in Dubai, liming
Me and Headz landed abroad
Two new kettles, perfect timin
The new whips white on white
Peanut butter, rose gold lining
You can catch me in Central
Car so dumb, when I press this button
Its gone, I dont do rentals
Air 1s fresher than menthol
I dont wanna get shit lit
But the way that bro grip sticks aint gentle
Summer time shootouts, big, big loot-outs
Get corn stuck in your dental
Baby, are you up for this?
I am feeling hot tonight
Ready for the bump and grind
Wheel it back and run it one more time, yeah, yeah
Baby, are you up for this?
I am feeling hot tonight
Ready for the bump and grind
Wheel it back and run it one more time, yeah, yeah
Aint it different?
When I first stepped in the game
Man tried leech on my name
Now they wanna act all distant
Man love smile in my face
And then they wanna chat like vixens
Its good its not back in the day
Woulda got you so wrapped on Clifton
I dont really take no cheques, Ill warn you
And I dont do threats, Im cordial
I dont even Snap on the jet, its normal
Black tie, but Im dressed informal
Like the boys from East, Im nasty
Dont do drip, but I still stay classy
You wanna know? Then ask me, easy
Baby, are you up for this?
I am feeling hot tonight
Ready for the bump and grind
Wheel it back and run it one more time, yeah, yeah
Baby, are you up for this?
I am feeling hot tonight
Ready for the bump and grind
Wheel it back and run it one more time, yeah, yeah
Baby, are you?
Baby, are you?
Baby, are you?
Baby, are you?1Embed |
Psalm 35 Lyrics
Turn, turn, turn, turn
Just stepped off a boat, Monaco, Im seasick
Again, Im at the top of the charts, no remix
Hoes on my coattails, expensive fleeces
The Louis come fresh out the box, no creases
Never listened to my pastors preachin
I got baptised in my rose gold pieces
They think Im possessed by demons
Outside the church, they would hand out leaflets
My step-ma was a bitch
She used to make mе beg her to feed me
Told my Pops that I hatе her so deeply
Deep down, he knew I didnt mean it
I was out in my tracksuit, tryna figure how to get it in easiest
Til the feds went and put me on their radar, it was concern
Conspiracy and PWITS
God, thank the Lord for my freedom, Im livin proof that prayer is needed
My mind is a war zone, nah, bro, I can never tell those secrets
How can those nightmares share the same space Im supposed to dream with?
I could give you a Bible verse Id fall asleep with
Lord, not them, theyre my enemies
Succeed, tryna get the best of me
Wrongly rejoice over me
Edna watchin over me
Neither let them wink with the eye, theyre gonna hate me without cause
Let them be confounded and put to shame, all those who seek after my soul
Psalm 35, do you know the meanin?
In my cell, nothin to do, Im readin
Readin it into my past, I cant leave it
Its just me, the four walls, and the ceilin
They told me turn, I watched the full moon through the barbed wire while leanin
Was really tryna make a way, that white and B just put me on B-wing
How much time did I do wing cleanin?
I hit the opp blocks, some did it for the team ting
Get the 3.5, then go read Psalm 35, go there on demon
Comin from a broken home, so today, Im still pickin up the bits and pieces
Show no emotion, feedin the pain, I cant show no weakness
God, thank the Lord for my freedom, Im livin proof that prayer is needed
My mind is a war zone, nah, bro, I can never tell those secrets
How can those nightmares share the same space Im supposed to dream with?
I could give you a Bible verse Id fall asleep with
Lord, not them, theyre my enemies
Succeed, tryna get the best of me
Wrongly rejoice over me
Edna watchin over me
Neither let them wink with the eye, theyre gonna hate me without cause
Let them be confounded and put to shame, all those who seek after my soul Embed |
Tracksuit Love Lyrics
Huh, Im tellin em
I still step in any city, in any trackie
With my brother Aitch, and Unknown T
K-K-Kenny Allstar
Cla-cla-clap rounds in my- tra-tra-tra-tra-tracksuit
Clap rounds in my tracksuit
In and out the trap house in my tracksuit
Young nigga tryna get it in my tracksuit
You can get a home inspection in my tracksuit
I clap rounds in my tracksuit
In and out the trap house in my tracksuit
Young nigga tryna get it in my tracksuit
You can get a home inspection in my tracksuit
Yo, I got love for my trackie and I mean it
You know I had to strap a verse and slap it on the remix
Honestly, you never really see me on the jeans ting
Fuck it, if I cant wear a trackie then Im leaving
Fresh to death, from my head to creps
You best step, cause your gyalll get extra wet
Disrespect, youre tryna test the best
I whip my tracksuit off, before I sex your ex
Oi, Kenny, you know Im Shelly on set
Come through movin like Im Headie, buss a one step
Ill be honest, pretty lady got me on edge
Givin sloppy toppy, now the trackie I got ons wet
Hella swaggy, this aint nothing too baggy
Im just comfy on the M1, cruising back to Manny
Sexy señorita fell in love with a scally
Im five years younger and she callin me papi
Clap rounds in my tracksuit
In and out the trap house in my tracksuit
Young nigga tryna get it in my tracksuit
You can get a home inspection in my tracksuit
I clap rounds in my tracksuit
In and out the trap house in my tracksuit
Young nigga tryna get it in my tracksuit
You can get a home inspection in my tracksuit
Ay, Unknown, you ready for this one?
Yo Kenny, lets sip a likkle Henny
Cah any time we walk inside the show we keep it shelly
Call you bitch, she feelin my tekkie
Tracksuit love, now she grippin on my semi
Rockin Palm Angel with my Czech Brown
Fresher than you, thats Chanel on my neck
AJ fresh out the bag, so I flex
Drip, or drown B, girls love the way I dress
I aint gotta stunt, or flash in bait bling
More time its a Adidas ting
The drops hot, Moncler
Bottoms dont swing
And my Hugo Boss, got me feelin like the King
I remember when I loved Ralph Lauren as a Pitney
Now Im out, and selling shows in Givenchy
You was in a trackie tryna lips G
I was in a black trackie tryna flip P
Ay, enough, enough, enough, enough
Clap rounds in my tracksuit
In and out the trap house in my tracksuit
Young nigga tryna get it in my tracksuit
You can get a home inspection in my tracksuit
I clap rounds in my tracksuit
In and out the trap house in my tracksuit
Young nigga tryna get it in my tracksuit
You can get a home inspection in my tracksuit
In my tracksuit
S-s-s in my tracksuit
It in my tracksuit
-spection in my tracksuit
Clap rounds in a tracksuit
In and out the trap house in my tracksuit
Young nigga tryna get it in my tracksuit
You can get a home inspection in my tracksuit6Embed |
Head Huncho Lyrics
Yeah
Countin up this bag is excitin
Yeah, I gave my mum some bags after night shifts
Yeah, youre my brudda, you aint gotta hide shit
And your energys kind of different, I cant vibe with you
Might be sittin next to you and theres no clue
Im on Southern Railway and I got some food
Im so used to winnin now, I cannot lose
See my favourite fiend today, I gave him twos
In Chanel we goin in, we buyin twos
One for me and one for sister, thats a mood
Cant be spendin on a woman, fuck your bag
I got a talent man, Im good with rubber bands
Casually run through a hundred bags
Feds wanna cuff me, I had bruises on my hands
I dont know how they know Ive been so ruthless, I had plans
They blamin all the shavings and bootings on the gang
Im countin up this bag, its so excitin
Latex so I can put my hands on all this Pyrex
Foot down, put it in sports when I see sirens
Both my past and my present has been violent
I just left the corner store with rubber bands
How can you try and tell me who I am?
Get some cash and tie it on you, thats a plan
Im in Paris wearin Alexander Wang, oh yeah
Back in London, yeah, I got a chick in Wang
That just set me back, yeah, a couple grand
Stop at Dam and check the plug, thats how I am
Got deliveries just loaded and theyre stamped
And theyre stamped
Its 3AM, yeah, Im like a vamp
When I play COD, I do not camp
In real life, I do not camp
I shine like Sonia, then shine like Lamps
I still provide for fans who need that TT white for fast
Still, I need elastic bands, been makin bankrolls from the bando
I love the hustle and as far hustle can go
I made a killin off the fifty and a Zanco
I might have to go on toilet, S.O., thank you
These rales want me back, I started with a Q and climbed
We aint know they managed that
This metal on me, I cant lack
Still, I count up all my cash
I just blinked and blew a stack, ohh, ohh
I just left and blew a stack, ohh, ohh
Head Huncho back-to-back
I still bag it up in flats
Im still settin traps for rats
Im still givin food to cats
And I dont mean no pussycat, no, no
I dont mean no pussycats, no, no
Headie One and Huncho, oh, oh
Im get-gettin packs for lows
And were gettin packs for lows
And Im sellin all the dro, ohh, ohh
Get it for the low, ohh
I still get it for the low, ohh, ohh
Dont short on the pack, make sure
Hahaha
Hahaha, oh shit
Dont come here showing that bag boy
Huncholini the 1stEmbed |
Music x Road Lyrics
I’m just tryna make the people dem proud
I aint the type to boast you know
Been through so much freeloads you know
All these drugs that got sold you know
Encounters with the law you know
I had to focus on growth you know
Now I just play back and forwards you know
I still walk the thin line between music and road
That’s what I was told you know
They think I done juju
They think that my soul it got sold you know
All cause a nigga can flow you know
All cause a jury couldn’t get a majority vote the judge told me go home you know
I was in jail when me and bro reasoned bout rap, now I’m waiting on bro you know
Loyalty first that’s the code you know, I still walk a thin line between music and road
Family first that’s the code you know, I still walk the thin line between music and road
To bring ma back I’d go broke you know, still walk the thin line between music and road
We’re extracting some gold you know, gang still do the road you know
All the time that I wasted I’m coming for what I am owed
I cannot listen to what I am told
Not long ago I was flat on my face on the floor, you know
All of those twenty-three hours I read on my own I made serious decisions alone
Shit hit the fan and nobody wanted to know now they wanna be part of the glow
I was taught for loyalty there’s a reward
For my sisters here and my family I do this all for you know
And I made the remorse you know
Should all the hard work I’ve been put in to open some doors
Now Louboutin’s I gotta walk the thin line between music and road
That’s what I was told you know
They think I done juju
They think that my soul it got sold you know
All cause a nigga can flow you know
All cause a jury couldn’t get a majority vote the judge told me go home you know
I was in jail when me and bro reasoned bout rap, now I’m waiting on bro you know
Loyalty first that’s the code you know, I still walk a thin line between music and road
Family first that’s the code you know, I still walk the thin line between music and road
To bring ma back I’d go broke you know, still walk the thin line between music and road
We’re extracting some gold you know, gang still do the road you know
My pa went and took my mums pic off the wall, I guess he couldn’t cope
Now he asks how I spent all these long nights in the cold cause I spent a quid on a coat
I really lied when I stood up and took on the oath
Book in for trial for morning after a long night reading a book with some oats
I was forced to go work on my growth
Now it’s just music and road man’s doing up both
I was up north sporting those prisoner’s clothes
Now I’m cutting through Harrods just doing the most
I know all my dos and my don’ts, where did the word loyalty go
They’re all here when you up disappear when you’re low
I want nothing to do with these hoes
That’s what I was told you know
They think I done juju
They think that my soul it got sold you know
All cause a nigga can flow you know
All cause a jury couldn’t get a majority vote the judge told me go home you know
I was in jail when me and bro reasoned bout rap, now I’m waiting on bro you know
Loyalty first that’s the code you know, I still walk a thin line between music and road
Family first that’s the code you know, I still walk the thin line between music and road
To bring ma back I’d go broke you know, still walk the thin line between music and road
We’re extracting some gold you know, gang still do the road you know
What I wasnt able to do during my recent years
My sons, daughters, grandchildren will have to do it and do it more
And God has me with thatEmbed |
This Week Lyrics
Run through five
One
Country lines
Counting this money, its the end of the week
Im on a generous streak
Run through five
They told me turn
Im a-live
Thats what I expected this week
Counting this money, its the end of the week
Ran through five
Not what I expected this week
Im a-live
Thats what I expected this week
Country lines
Counting this money, its the end of the week
Most the time
Im on a generous streak
Couldve bought a sawn off one
The amount that I spend on a tee
Feds still ask questions, its peak
And it aint my intention to speak
All of these bad Bs come to the niz
They all want attention from me
All of these plugs
They all want the connections to me
I put in work for the things I got
I didnt get it for free
Shoppin uptown
Bro spent a change on congestion this week
18K and VVS on my teeth
Summer time
Make sure you dont go blind when you look at the end of my sleeve
Still do this live in the T
Play fiends mad rud every week
Still live in the beef
They try do it online like Drake and like Meek
I guess niggas aint learn the code yet
Gang done all these jobs that aint solved yet
Only God knows whos the culprit
Ran through five
Not what I expected this week
Im a-live
Thats what I expected this week
Country lines
Counting this money, its the end of the week
Most the time
Im on a generous streak
Couldve bought a sawn off one
The amount that I spend on a tee
Feds still ask questions, its peak
And it aint my intention to speak
All of these bad Bs come to the niz
They all want attention from me
All of these plugs
They all want the connections to me
Cut my phone
Coulda done selfridges but my niggas in jail needed canteen
Needed a new duffle
But I gotta spend bags on a new machine
And thats lil bro
With a wap same size as him
On the high street put that pussy in my backseat
Skeet, girl Im tryna make that pussy look like me
All brown and watered down
Girl could you not do drip like this?
Tricks up this sleeve
Both of my wrists got golden trees
Its WG, big clout
Headie one, OFB
Ran through five
Not what I expected this week
Im a-live
Thats what I expected this week
Country lines
Counting this money, its the end of the week
Most the time
Im on a generous streak
Couldve bought a sawn off one
The amount that I spend on a tee
Feds still ask questions, its peak
And it aint my intention to speak
All of these bad Bs come to the niz
They all want attention from me
All of these plugs
They all want the connections to meEmbed |
Teach Me Lyrics
Teach me, teach
Turn, turn
Turn, turn, turn
Teach me, teach
Teach me
All these jewels aint gonna make me richer, but it might just do for my little nigga
Little nigga wanna be a hitter, told him, Cut a cheque and go and be a driller
Fake niggas made them pictures bigger, I was tryna show them to the bigger picture
No more showin haters middle fingers
Rather show the haters to my pinky fingеr
I rub the clitoris, she lick my finger
Shе dont know she suckin on my trigger finger
Couple businesses and bigger blickys, now we uptown, we gettin flicky flicky
Tommy said Im makin too much money
Next watch will have to be a Richard Mille
Feds will pree me cah I made a killin
Both in the countryside and in the city
How many times did I leave the judge livid?
Cause I didnt have to go step on a visit
Windows are tinted, but they let breeze in
Tracksuit in season, it match the interior
I dont wanna see no civilians
Im done takin public opinions
I find this all so hard to reason
Well, its time to get my head heated
I try to be peaceful, tell the Gs not to put teeth in
Ask Edna to teach me forgiveness
Teach me
Teach
Teach me
Teach
Yo, somebody call God for me , tell him this is daylight robbery
Somebody tell the people I want an apology for all of their broken promises
Promises they made but, true, they didnt owe it me
They said if I get lost, theyll come for me, and comfort me
But when I got lost, they abandoned me
They aint stick to their promise, yeah, they taunted me
So now, if it aint for the fam, then its all for me
Pa was strugglin to cope with me, he start to wish he aborted me
Oh, how we tried everything, even tried therapy, could never tell what was wrong with me
They said that I couldnt, took away the NT and apostrophe
Dont look down on me, that was hypocrisy
Come up from poverty, blame the economy
You know the hustles a game of monopoly
Do I blame destiny or blame astrology?
So many different philosophies
Before I learned to love properly, ah
They took away the only thing that belonged to me, teach me
What more do they want from me?
All this litness, I cant make a difference
It was just me and my sister
Ask Edna to teach us forgiveness
Teach, teach, teach, teach
Ask Edna to teach me forgiveness, yeah
Teach me
Teach, teach, teach, teach, teach
Turn, turn, turn, turn
Turn, turn, turn, turn, turn
Turn, turn
Turn, turn, turn, turn, turn, turn, turn, turnEmbed |
2 Chains Lyrics
Turn, turn, turn up, turn up, turn
M1OnTheBeat
Ayo, TwinTwo, this is a bad boy beat
Yo
Two chains on me
Smoke on bro, it aint on me
Turn him to a Gunner, he aint Ljungberg, he aint Henry
But its an unbeaten season, Im feelin like Wenger in 03
I know them opp boys feelin it
Theyre injury-prone, or theyre losin teammates
Middle finger to the Trident
My young boy dont know his release date
Come look at the club, its fryin
We aint comin out here with no 38
Lord knows I feel like The Weeknd
I feel like Thе Weeknd
I look in the mirror, its blindin lights
Baby said that when I step, Im clashin
I wеar too much ice with ice
She wanna step out, Cs are matchin
Gang wanna step out, GPs matchin
Done the right thing, and I twinned them Cs
And I twin them machines
When the opps wanna rain on me, Ashanti
I never dunked a paigon, he was civilian on my landin
Heard somethin got drilled on a Sunday
Course I aint know what happened
I was chilling in my gaff with gangdem
Was listenin to Kirk Franklin
Cah I trust in God and wap beam
How we beefin five blocks and countin?
Show the opps bout the four-door trucks and transits
It was free Bradz, now hes just back home sortin tactics
Summer time out with the two-two, glidin
Havin so much drip, its a water fountain
Two chains on me
Smoke on bro, it aint on me
Turn him to a Gunner, he aint Ljungberg, he aint Henry
But its an unbeaten season, Im feelin like Wenger in 03
I know them opp boys feelin it
Theyre injury-prone, or theyre losin teammates
Middle finger to the Trident
My young boy dont know his release date
Come look at the club, its fryin
We aint comin out here with no tray
Lord knows I feel like The Weeknd
I feel like The Weeknd
That boy got drilled on the weekend
Im mainstream, feds still knockin
Cah Im still neck deep in the deep end
Little bro scratched it off
Corona mask, no gloves, he dont value his freedom
Had a shopkeeper all shocked
Behind the till like Kel & Kenan
All of this beef, we shouldve been vegan
All them opps, the manna like thievin
Bought that broom, manna werent sweepin
Some of these lucky theyre breathin
HMP had a street nigga readin
Back then, it was basic
Now, Im sat at BRITs
My suit tapered, and my fade tapered
Im meant to be famous
But I still zim-zimma, whos got the keys to the Bimmer?
Pissed that I had to de-link this Insta model
She was way too inner
Cant believe it was baguettes for dinner
Uh, now, theres baguettes on my pinky finger
Two chains on me
Smoke on bro, it aint on me
Turn him to a Gunner, he aint Ljungberg, he aint Henry
But its an unbeaten season, Im feelin like Wenger in 03
I know them opp boys feelin it
Theyre injury-prone, or theyre losin teammates
Middle finger to the Trident
My young boy dont know his release date
Come look at the club, its fryin
We aint comin out here with no tray
Lord knows I feel like The Weeknd
M1OnTheBeat
Ayo, TwinTwo, this is a bad boy beat1Embed |
Touring Lyrics
Three O spots, thats my definition of a business plan
We dem boys dat run through 15, shh
And have a couple Cubans linking hands
Couple times man done it all bait all alone
Or I done did it with gang
I can never sit on my ass and complain about cash
I just hit the strip and go ham
Six shot clap like a round of applause
Na you wont only hear it from fans
The way the gang always get smokey
With always in
013 was mad, tell the plug, give fags
How many times have I been in their trap?
And I had to go make it, Ill balance on sight
If I ever had a show in an hour
Had to rush just to weigh the last couple of grams
Left the T with a couple of grand
And hit show and got couple of grand
Me and bro own a whole load of waps
Might have to tell the label I want it in cash
I was in the jailhouse puttin in aps
Touch road, push weight without a weapon or am
- Pre-Chorus
I aint got time for the jokes aside
Came to far from a runner on lines
Now its designer kicks when I step in a brick
And put runners on lines
And I did it in O
Same way I did it with bro
Look at the whip, I did it with love
And dem man would have been lit too if they did it with us
- Chorus
D&G or Givenchny is what I walk in
I aint got time for stress from no shawty
More time the boy touring
Uptown with the gang and do shopping
And then we go foreign
On time for my freshmans dinner
And then I finish with a soft drink
Slim and heads
That sounds like the trap and skengs
And I came a long way from little old me
Just coz back then we done it on peds
Now I just pull up in foreign whips
You can miss me with the politics
Coz I paid 60 racks for the watch and that
No way I borrowed this
So just keep it good
And no way I could beef these kids
They dont keep it hood
And I feel like the one with the twos that I done in the T
Just repeating juggs
It was just me, mention slim, we talking Gs
I know about work
How many times did I turn on the heat and fuck up a bird?
Excellent stuff
And the trap phone is peppering up
If it werent for the funds, glitz and glamour
Would I be getting this love?
If it werent for the rap and trap
Would a young nigga be getting this uck?
Now I just pull up in German whips
And I heard that a bricks soon 36
So now Im gonna take a dirty trip
- Chorus
D&G or Givenchny is what I walk in
I aint got time for stress from no shawty
More time the boy touring
Uptown with the gang and do shopping
And then we go foreign
On time for my freshmans dinner
And then I finish with a soft drink
- Pre-Chorus
I aint got time for the jokes aside
Came to far from a runner on lines
Now its designer kicks when I step in abrick
And put runners on lines
And I did it in O
Same way I did it with bro
Look at the whip, I did it with love
And dem man would have been lit too if they did it with us2Embed |
Blessings Lyrics
My blessings come in twos yeah
My blessings come in two yeah
Either Remy or French on the glass
I was sucked down truss
Ive been both sucked and dench in the arms
Them man still stuck in the past
Me, all I know was progression
Cause all I do is talk progression
Spent 23 hours just wiring kettles
Still cant hear me talk depression
Italiano stepping, but I aint in Italy
Might book a European shopping trip for me
And go take bae Sicily
Bad Bs come to the Niz, now these hoes wanna sit with me
They dont even care my heads shaped like 50p
All we do is mash cash, cant smoke no nicotine
Still go pull up tryna turn man pack
Have all the bros like whos got rizz for me?
Them Trident boys still in for me
Theyre pissed cah theres money in the bank, Hilary
Theyd love to hit me with the 10 or 11 no Digga D
All we do is score points, this game cant ever go penalties
Whistle on a skeng, out here they aint ever run referees
.38 or the Luger, I dont know which ones best for me
I dont care as long as they fit in the denim jeans
My blessings come in twos
Im in the sky come see the view
The way I play with all these Ls I cannot lose
Young nigga on the rise I gotta move
Im steady flexing with my crew, for life
thats all through, the night
Even if I die I cannot lose, my life
With all these hoes I cannot choose, a wife
Blessings
They think I do ooo ooo
Cah I aint on a sentence
Young nigga kicked back to repented
Round here life in jail or death is expected
I look at all the VVS when the gang make an entrance
Its nothing but skengs and pendants
How many times did I take that L?
Had to go ham, make them amendments
How many times did I sit in jail?
On the wing headpiece picky like Pennant
I take the piss with no loo
Times I aint know what to do
Clean-hearted bandit they tryna cut through
I really do not know whos who
They say the term was overdue
I just gotta out do the boys in blue
Because they want me locked back in that room
My blessings come in twos
Im in the sky come see the views
The way I play with all these Ls I cannot lose
Young nigga on the rise I gotta move
Im steady flexing with my crew, for life
thats all through, the night
Even if I die I cannot lose, my life
With all these hoes I cannot choose, a wife
I cannot choose, a wife
I cannot lose, my life
I cannot choose, a wifeEmbed |
One Leanin’ Lyrics
Got tools on the block, you ain’t gotta go Wickes
If it put 6 in the spins, I just might have to bang up at 6
That 4 walls again I’m trapped
Jailhouse working on traps, Im back, touched road and bagged that trap
I do it all for the funds
I’m leanin’, I’m leanin’
I always knew I’m the one
I’m leanin’, I’m leanin’
Lean out the ride when that 4 gets spun, guarantee Ill leave man leaning
I ain’t gotta sip on no rum
I’m leanin’, I’m leanin’
Still gotta get busy in the drought that’s even when they rise the prices
Bag this quality in sizes, all of these hours in the T-house dicing
Can’t even control my eyelids
24/7 that’s 365 shit, Lord knows my lifestyle’s tiring
I tell all these hoes, try get you a man that does both, that’s one that’s doing up violence
Catch me and bro doing 90 on the M, through all of these 3rd exits that’s mileage
Invest this bread into skengs, when there’s beef on the streets man’s firing
I ain’t tryna stop crashing corn, that’s until I hear those sirens
The mandem got the same mindset
That’s why I can just green light it, like I just put my Instagram on private
No violation ain’t sliding
I’ll bet you my counch spot
I’ll still try do man dirty, with a tenner in my pocket and a 1 pop
Got tools on the block, you ain’t gotta go Wickes
If it put 6 in the spins, I just might have to bang up at 6
That 4 walls again I’m trapped
Jailhouse working on traps, Im back, touched road and bagged that trap
I do it all for the funds
I’m leanin’, I’m leanin’
I always knew I’m the one
I’m leanin’, I’m leanin’
Lean out the ride when that 4 gets spun, guarantee I will leave man leaning
I ain’t gotta sip on no rum
I’m leanin’, I’m leanin’
I do this ting live in the streets, but I gotta go harder
Bae wants a cheeky night in, after a meal and a Pina Colada
She know what I do with my crack phone
I’m gymin’, I’m gymin’
She know what I do with my Rambo
I’m twinnin’, I’m twinnin’
I gotta deal with these opps like they’re nachos
And dip em’, and dip em’
Beat this case and I’m thankful
Good riddance, good riddance
That’s why they think I do juju, that’s why they think I’m a loose screw
Country spots I got a few, on the opp block I don’t care who’s who
I’m fishing, I’m fishing
Bad b pissed cos I ain’t been replying, but I can’t mix pleasure with business
Only last year I was Thamesside livin’, now I’m livin’
OFB, OFB, OFB
My niggas, my niggas
Got tools on the block, you ain’t gotta go Wickes
If it put 6 on the spins, I just might have to bang up at 6
That 4 walls again I’m trapped
Jailhouse working on traps, Im back, touched road and bagged that trap
I do it all for the funds
I’m leanin’, I’m leanin’
I always knew I’m the one
I’m leanin’, I’m leanin’
Lean out the ride when that 4 gets spun, guarantee I will leave man leaning
I ain’t gotta sip on no rum
I’m leanin’, I’m leanin’Embed |
Triple Science Lyrics
Yo, turn
Turn, turn, turn, turn
Interview room, stay silent
Hit the Bailey and ask God for guidance
If I ever took that oath, Im lyin
Even when I wrong, Im tryna stay righteous
How many times did he leave man lifeless?
End up on a wing with lifers
Bro was the tightest, he sent man a fiver
I guess its the thought that counts
Five-hundred English pounds in fivers
I still cant afford her nails
In the bando, studyin triple science
Grab the Pyrex, its goin down
Look at the flick of the wrist, all I needs an hour
Ask Scott if he can do the night shift, evеn those gaffs all bait in town
Even those gaffs all bait in town
I chеf out the bando like it aint
Ah, them times, it was hundred pounds an eighth
Wasted time on my estate
Look at the bando, its a state
I was dead broke, couldve got me paid
Learn how to turn it, rock from flake
All the times that I wanted to call it quits, I stayed
To the times that I had to go flush that grub
Cah I went and caught a raid
I really had to meet Fi in the park
She said she want four dark like the wing
No, she dont want crack, she just tryna stay mellow
This ones yellow, its Super Saiyan
Super Saiyan, I still got the shoebox I used for savin
Savin, it really took so much patience
Spend it on smoke, tryna turn man patient
Patient, really had to put in that work rate
Tried, no, we didnt have time for ravin
Ravin, with the T-house man stayed in
Couldnt care less cause the money just came in
Interview room, stay silent
Hit the Bailey and ask God for guidance
If I ever took that oath, Im lyin
Even when I wrong, Im tryna stay righteous
How many times did he leave man lifeless?
End up on a wing with lifers
Bro was the tightest, he sent man a fiver
I guess its the thought that counts
Five-hundred English pounds in fivers
I still cant afford her nails
In the bando, studyin triple science
Grab the Pyrex, its goin down
Look at the flick of the wrist, all I needs an hour
Ask Scott if he can do the night shift, even those gaffs all bait in town
The T-house put the shotgun in ation
Dont get yourself shot like Kaylum
My young boy wanna trap, need trainin
He already know how to drill them paigons
Paigons, paigons, everywhere I look, I see paigons
He tryna do both
Tryna score and distribute balls like Chamberlain
All the times that I built a new spot, geography
Bicarb and the rest, thats chemistry
Countin up bread, thats physics
You ever seen a fiend OD? Biology
Paranoia in the fast lane, thinkin every car is the Jakes tryna follow me
Do them opps properly, ching mans head
Ive never really been a fan of psychology
Fuck them feds
They made my association, sociology
Who ever cares what the servery said?
Tell em, Let me get the whole loaf of bread
Didnt ever like to shit on my doorsteps
Country phones, got that dough off ends
Keep the blinds closed, stay low from feds
Or Im back on the wing tryna conk mans head
Interview room, stay silent
Hit the Bailey and ask God for guidance
If I ever took that oath, Im lyin
Even when I wrong, Im tryna stay righteous
How many times did he leave man lifeless?
End up on a wing with lifers
Bro was the tightest, he sent man a fiver
I guess its the thought that counts
Five-hundred English pounds in fivers
I still cant afford her nails
In the bando, studyin triple science
Grab the Pyrex, its goin down
Look at the flick of the wrist, all I needs an hour
Ask Scott if he can do the night shift even those gaffs all bait in town Embed |
Tracksuit Love Lyrics
Still step in any function
In any trackie
Dirtbike LB, Young Adz
Nastylgia, K-K-K-Kenny Allstar
C-C-C-Clap rounds... Tracksuit
D-Block Europe
Clap rounds in my tracksuit
In and out the trap house in my tracksuit
Young nigga tryna get it in my tracksuit
You can get a home inspection in my tracksuit
I clap rounds in my tracksuit
In and out the trap house in my tracksuit
Young nigga tryna get it in my tracksuit
You can get a home inspection in my tracksuit
Winchester rounds, get your best friend filled
You gon feel how I feel, if your best friends real
Bag forty bags of pebs in this trackie
Red bull and the baccy, BandoBaby29
Told my runner If you get caught, you do the time
Pyrex broke on the stove, I lost my mind
Came back after Assams, he really high
Touch one hair on my head, that nigga die
Too-too-too much, dont do-do-do much
I put some LVs on her feet, she even sexier
New-new-new one, four door, no coupe one
They talk on the net, not in person, aint on my repertoire
Yeah, go check the resumé, came up selling hella hard
I just made her squirt, good job that we fuckin in the bath
Clap rounds in my tracksuit
In and out the trap house in my tracksuit
Young nigga tryna get it in my tracksuit
You can get a home inspection in my tracksuit
I clap rounds in my tracksuit
In and out the trap house in my tracksuit
Young nigga tryna get it in my tracksuit
You can get a home inspection in my tracksuit
Fuck the fake love, fuck the fake love
I can tell the difference between a real and a fake hug
Two thousand on my trackie
Keep your mouth clean, please
Baby girl just watch your make up
Lean up in my sprite, now thats straight mud
I was in the trap, two young boys had the blade tucked
And now were Chanel from the lace up
Thats why these bitches wanna make love
I still go Chanel for my drip and Im still in my hood takin risks, yeah
I just told my jeweller, I need a new cooler, thats forty for my wrist, yeah
I turn a drill song into a wave song
She fuck me with my watch, and my chain on
Yeah
Gelato in my zoot
Baby girl, you know I stay gone
Clap rounds in my tracksuit
In and out the trap house in my tracksuit
Young nigga tryna get it in my tracksuit
You can get a home inspection in my tracksuit
I clap rounds in my tracksuit
In and out the trap house in my tracksuit
Young nigga tryna get it in my tracksuit
You can get a home inspection in my tracksuit
In my tracksuit, in my tracksuit
S-s-s in my tracksuit
It in my tracksuit
-spection in my tracksuit
I clap rounds in a tracksuit
In and out the trap house in my tracksuit
Young nigga tryna get it in my tracksuit
You can get a home inspection in my tracksuitEmbed |
Self-Obsessed Lyrics
Eight
BeatFreakz
Eight-eight-eight in the pot, self-obsessed
Now she want some more, legs open
Took her to Dior
Shoulda went a jewelers, get your diamonds pure
Say she wanna fuck a drug dealer
Sellin crack, but I smoke reefer
Playin chess on my Louis V concorde
Baby, we might fuck, but I dont need ya
I be thinkin bout the pussy just before I crash the Porsche
Ima eat that pussy, baby, you aint gotta talk
If you want the bag, baby, suck my dick before
I spent too much bands in Dior-or-or
But the AP plain cost me 30k
Girl, I hate it when our loves feelin strange
Paid cash for the car, this the Range
If I ever said I love, you then I think Ive gone insane
Yeah, nigga run off with some grub, I made him run it back
Long story short, made the boy do the Running Man
Ha, make sure you pay it back
Three litres of blood, swapped it for couple grams
Told her that I dont even get high
Shoulda saw her face when I crushed a Xan
C-C, hit your top and fly
Every bitch wanna fuck a man
Eight-eight-eight in the pot, self-obsessed
Now she want some more, legs open
Took her to Dior
Shoulda went a jewelers, get your diamonds pure
Say she wanna fuck a drug dealer
Sellin crack, but I smoke reefer
Playin chess on my Louis V concorde
Baby, we might fuck, but I dont need ya
I didnt trap, but look how far Ive gone from it
Both wrists rose from it, cause I spent wads on it
You see this money? Im sure you dont get lost in it
Or now shes tryna regain her consciousness
She gimme compliments, but Im confident
I dont cooperate, I face the consequence
See a opp and dip him like he dyin documents
In every single field, he dominant
Them man I saw broke, I dont think we breathe the same oxygen
Street nigga, but I fly across the continent
Dressed in Dolce and and cause Im orderin a bit of lobster and
Gettin my chin stroked by a hottie
Reminiscin bout the times that I gotta pew and cony
Im self-obsessed and I aint sorry
Four pockets full, lookin like a nigga won the lottery
Eight-eight-eight in the pot, self-obsessed
Now she want some more, legs open
Took her to Dior
Shoulda went a jewelers, get your diamonds pure
Say she wanna fuck a drug dealer
Sellin crack, but I smoke reefer
Playin chess on my Louis V concorde
Baby, we might fuck, but I dont need ya
Sorcerer; the food that I had werent gourmet
Sold out tours, need more dates
Mad cause your girl keeps eyein man
Before I hammer it, I start with the foreplay
Youre in strangers pictures, commentin
If you knew what I gross, youd be vomitin
My bro from Brum had it local
Cause these youts talk bad, but its not in em, haha
Wrist on igloo , this one here is discontinued
Tables, designer labels, horsepower got the car unstable
It depends on the mood Im in
Tell the young Gs go move to him
New babes in my front room hooverin
When they talk about chrome, they just Googlin
Lifes changed, niggas know what we used to do
Now Im in a showroom, lookin for a Ghost like Scooby Doo
Blud, dont gas nothin, you aint gonna crash nothin
See you with the Pokemon, we aint gonna ash nothin
He took a L, b, when he came to the block
Cause he never adds nothin
I am from the drip, from the hard knocks
Drag you out your whip, call him Carlos
Itll get reckless, real-life top boys
Look alive if we pull up on your block, boy
Big bro had the bootcuts with a huge dotty
Horseshoe on his jeans, thats a true story
Fuck these niggas, I dont rate one of them
P.s., suck your mum again
Eight-eight-eight in the pot, self-obsessed
Now she want some more, legs open
Took her to Dior
Shoulda went a jewelers, get your diamonds pure
Say she wanna fuck a drug dealer
Sellin crack, but I smoke reefer
Playin chess on my Louis V concorde
Baby, we might fuck, but I dont need yaEmbed |
GANG Lyrics
Two months and I aint been home
I still say my Hail Mary when I break each O
Paps dont know if Im dead or alive
I just bag this first Z out this nine
Got nicked up in country, fell in love with this life
I never knew that jail would be the next time I write
My shorty wanted someone doin better at life
They didnt lie when they say youre out of sight, out of mind
Told myself Ill make sure they cant forget me next time
I got lit, really had to take those risks
You ever have to sit on public transport casually with half a brick?
You ever been up North? Nuttin to relate to
On the wing I had more than enough time to think of a plan
Grew together, tried to think were a gang
Now they talkin drill and trap, and then they think of the gang
More than enough time to think of a plan
Now they trap-trap-trap and then they think of the gang
More than enough time to think of a plan
Grew together, tried to think were a gang
Now they talkin drill and trap, and then they think of the gang
Grew together, tried to think were a gang
Now they trap-trap-trap and then they think of the gang
More than enough time to think of a plan
Now they talkin drill and trap, and then they think of the gang
Think of the gang
Trap-trap-trap and then they think of the gang
Four months and I aint been home
I still say my Hail Mary when I break each O
Paps dont know if Im dead or alive
I just got some new bells for this 9
I got nicked up in country, all I tried to do was grind
Never knew that jail would be the next time I write
I might wake up in the mornin, find myself on a flight
Didnt lie when they say youre out of sight, out of mind
Now theyre wishin they can get a second out of my time
I got lit, really had to take those risks
You aint whipped, bought a whip and had to decamp the whip
Nuttin to relate to
On the wing I had more than enough time to think of a plan
Grew together, tried to think were a gang
Now they talkin drill and trap, and then they think of the gang
Grew together, tried to think were a gang
Now they trap-trap-trap and then they think of the gang
More than enough time to think of a plan
Now they talkin drill and trap, and then they think of the gang
Its my pas birthday, Ima gift him some land
Cah he used to wash my shirts, done that shit with his hands
Think of the gang
Think of the gang
Think of the gang
More than enough time to think of a plan
Think of the gang2Embed |
The Light Lyrics
Ooh-ooh
Yo
My past and the bujj is dark
But I guess, now I can see the light
My ex on my back
Is it only cah Im in Off-White?
Double R got neon lights
I cant forget them SEAT Léon times
Im doin one-twenty on the M, Im about to reach York, Dwight
My past and the bujj is dark
But I guess, now I can see the light
My ex on my back
Is it only cah Im in Off-White?
Double R got neon lights
I cant forget them SEAT Léon times
Im doin one-twenty on the M, Im about to reach York, Dwight
Yo, yo
All my life, Ive flipped caucasian
Buy fast dingers and I go horse racin
Opps dem cant celebrate occasions
Gangdem pullin up, all guns blazin
Camе face-to-face with Satan, still now evеrything amazin
In jail, I caught chicken in a laundry basin
Now Im just shellin in Copenhagen
Opps dont drill, they just want our reputation tainted
When I spoke to that bitty and she called me Headie
I swear down, I nearly fainted
So I put all workers on rotation
How was I famous and on probation?
Ah, I was in jail when it was Ounto Nation
Put the key in ignition, ignite
If we aint go there, do it in a four-door truck, we just do it on bike
Bro dabbed me in for the re, I just done the wrist work, I didnt even dry
Ask the bitty if she got triple A for the digis, no, so I did it with the eye
My past and the bujj is dark
But I guess, now I can see the light
My ex on my back
Is it only cah Im in Off-White?
Double R got neon lights
I cant forget them SEAT Léon times
Im doin one-twenty on the M, Im about to reach York, Dwight
My past and the bujj is dark
But I guess, now I can see the light
My ex on my back
Is it only cah Im in Off-White?
Double R got neon lights
I cant forget them SEAT Léon times
Im doin one-twenty on the M, Im about to reach York, Dwight
I told little bro, When you go around the fiends, still be polite
Up north, the bandos letterbox settings, I didnt even need the line
How much times did I nearly conk out at the scales and sleep the night?
Then next mornin, I hear drug squads at the door, oh, its just about leavin time
Stars in roofs, skys the limit, they didnt lie
Star on a opp block, he heard that corn and he didnt die
Trap so hard, couldnt leave the line, them man, they live a lie
Was really in the field at night, headlights off, complete that glide
Gunner like Ian Wright
Same time trap out of me and mine
I got on my knees and I prayed for a box, not one from Dillian Whyte
Next thing, Im right on the wing like Willian
And feds on my prince like William
Life was a challenge way before cinnamon
I think I just run through a million
My past and the bujj is dark
But I guess, now I can see the light
My ex on my back
Is it only cah Im in Off-White?
Double R got neon lights
I cant forget them SEAT Léon times
Im doin one-twenty on the M, Im about to reach York, Dwight
My past and the bujj is dark
But I guess, now I can see the light
My ex on my back
Is it only cah Im in Off-White?
Double R got neon lights
I cant forget them SEAT Léon times
Im doin one-twenty on the M, Im about to reach York, Dwight Embed |
Swerve Lyrics
Rymez
Yo‚ ADP on this boy
Don-Don-Don too cold‚ I like clothes, he like zoots, he like Benz
Always on road in the next mans ends
Tryna catch a paigon slippin‚ just to hit him with a skeng and thats mad
Cah he got a good girl and she badder than bad
Every man wan beat, but she aint like that
Face too pretty, but she got a little back
But the nigga aint ready for a Don like that
Pull up‚ reverse, pull up, reverse, pull up, reverse, back it up
Pull up, reverse, man, do up the curb
All now when I see X5s, man swerve
I told shawty I dont trap, man rap
But try, know I been a bad boy from birth
She love jewels, she want shoes
Thats gonna match that Prada purse
When I was eighteen, I was in the dirt
And now, I get a text from Sandra first
Hop in my foreign and I swerve
I always wanted to stuff my money, made me worse
Heard you tryna find out what Im worth
Every time pull out, I make sure that they feelings hurt
I just put a bachelor condo on my wrist, yeah
Cant live like this, gotta ride round with a stick, yeah
Catch me lackin, shoot me in the head, I aint givin up shit, yeah
On the road for ten years, mans aint take no diss, yeah
She stylish and want a man thats stylish
Walk with five in my jean, no Wyclef
Show that show, thats lightwork
Still, I cant get apply from Trident
She wanna step and eat steak and lobster
Im tryna make her cook steamed and fried fish
She like sex and I like it too
Still make her mind colorful
Ion want my man on the road no more
I dont wanna do M, fly O no more
Come home and come show me that
Who gonna answer when da fiends dem call?
Whos gonna answer when da feds dem knock?
Beatin down doors and you doin up spots
I know feds on me cah I got two stripes, yeah
Im scared if they hit it with a third, Im gone
It loves me, I gotta love it back
Course I do cause it brought me back
I didnt trap, couldnt buy me a Gucci bag
So I bought me a cube of crack
Been in the trap for years
So you know that the gang aint new to waps
Still tryna juggle this trap and rap
All of my fiends turn, facts
Hop in my foreign and I swerve
I always wanted to stuff my money, made me worse
Heard you tryna find out what Im worth
Every time pull out, I make sure that they feelings hurt
I just put a bachelor condo on my wrist, yeah
Cant live like this, gotta ride round with a stick, yeah
Catch me lackin, shoot me in the head, I aint givin up shit, yeah
On the road for ten years, mans aint take no diss, yeah 1Embed |
Don’t Tell Lyrics
Wow, ouais, yeah
Sauce God, Sauce God, Sauce God
Yeah
Ça détaille, resell, et jai un sac devant lmotel
Dis pas dblase dans lphone-tel , dont tell, no tell
Le FN en cas dblèmes , Pull Up Gang, bordel
Dis pas dblase dans lphone-tel , dont tell, dont tell
Superior suit, hotel, bros got caught hope it goes well
He got nicked doing coke deals
Dont tell, don’t tell
The FN has got no balls
But the glizzy couldn’t come like a hoe so
Chase cloutin wit it don’t go well
Dont tell, dont tell
Who the hell told fi to go make the bujj a hobby ?
Her name ain’t Lucy but she nearly got killed by the Bobby
Bae bae tryna do things properly
Wanna fly, tek cocktails and cocky
She better mind she don’t fall in love on an island they told me Kaz Crossley
All the times I fucked up the re’
Took me half a BM, Connie
Trap phone just wont flee, couldn’t attend two days of colly
Weekend nightshade tryna get cosy, dressing gown and I’m in my roses
Saw her change and she wished I noticed, call me Lil Mosey
New ammunition gotta come with a sub machine sub machine
Yo broskis going on a glide with two straps up no dungarees
They don’t want beef
But long time that’s a sunken ship no submarine
Had a scorpion going out dirty but come in clean
Ça détaille, resell, et jai un sac devant lmotel
Dis pas dblase dans lphone-tel , dont tell, no tell
Le FN en cas dblèmes , Pull Up Gang, bordel
Dis pas dblase dans lphone-tel , dont tell, dont tell
Superior suit, hotel, bros got caught hope it goes well
He got nicked doing coke deals
Dont tell, don’t tell
The FN has got no balls
But the glizzy couldn’t come like a hoe so
Chase cloutin wit it don’t go well
Dont tell, dont tell
Jai le cœur plein dvenin comme scorpion, elle dort car cétait dla ppe-f
Le gang est lazy, si elle fait sa dez, jla cut
Bien sûr qujai de la peine quand un dnos reufs sfait shoot par un keuf
Jfais une longue route depuis le bloc, jsuis devenu solide comme un roc
La Skoda qui rode en balle, le four est grillé comme pas possible
Ils sont présents quand y a à manger, mais devant ldanger, cest que des pussys
Jai la chance davoir ma mère sinon jserais perdu dans cmonde de merde
Avant dpouvoir louvrir, vaut mieux apprendre à staire
Ça bédave que dla royal, jsuis pas un dces gars banals
Y a quau gang qujsuis loyal , y a quau gang, qujsuis loyal
Bédave que dla royal , jsuis pas un dces gars banals
Y a quau gang qujsuis loyal , y a quau gang, qujsuis loyal
Ça détaille, resell, et jai un sac devant lmotel
Dis pas dblase dans lphone-tel , dont tell, no tell
Le FN en cas dblèmes , Pull Up Gang, bordel
Dis pas dblase dans lphone-tel , dont tell, dont tell
Superior suit, hotel, bros got caught hope it goes well
He got nicked doing coke deals
Dont tell, don’t tell
The FN has got no balls
But the glizzy couldn’t come like a hoe so
Chase cloutin wit it don’t go well
Dont tell, dont tell
S-s-s-suh3Embed |
The Lyrics dataset parsed from Genius. This dataset is designed to generate lyrics with HuggingArtists. Model is available here.
en
How to load this dataset directly with the datasets library:
from datasets import load_dataset
dataset = load_dataset("huggingartists/headie-one")
An example of 'train' looks as follows.
This example was too long and was cropped:
{
"text": "Look, I was gonna go easy on you\nNot to hurt your feelings\nBut I'm only going to get this one chance\nSomething's wrong, I can feel it..."
}
The data fields are the same among all splits.
text
: a string
feature.train | validation | test |
---|---|---|
224 | - | - |
'Train' can be easily divided into 'train' & 'validation' & 'test' with few lines of code:
from datasets import load_dataset, Dataset, DatasetDict
import numpy as np
datasets = load_dataset("huggingartists/headie-one")
train_percentage = 0.9
validation_percentage = 0.07
test_percentage = 0.03
train, validation, test = np.split(datasets['train']['text'], [int(len(datasets['train']['text'])*train_percentage), int(len(datasets['train']['text'])*(train_percentage + validation_percentage))])
datasets = DatasetDict(
{
'train': Dataset.from_dict({'text': list(train)}),
'validation': Dataset.from_dict({'text': list(validation)}),
'test': Dataset.from_dict({'text': list(test)})
}
)
@InProceedings{huggingartists,
author={Aleksey Korshuk}
year=2022
}
Built by Aleksey Korshuk
For more details, visit the project repository.