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Take trips then we leave with luggage These Pyrex buds in my hand weigh over a gram and they come like nuggets I left all my tech in the night, got boomed and stood by the door to slug it There's no way I'm getting bagged with nothin' It's like why do you dress so thuggish Bro just stepped in red sauce This manbag looks like a chess board Fur in the coat like pep boards Do road, do pave, do street, do block, no you don't do non Call them phone back when your food done 342 oh boss soon come Tell 'em soon come 3420 tell em soon come Score let's make it 1-0 My driver come like a goalie Pass me the ting then we take it upfield Little man, little man grippin' his pokey swing that twice He'll make blood spill Go and watch it spill like Snappo Clips, clips got sent off the pitch sh*t my team needs to stop them tackles Ya can't count all them bells in the basket Green ones, red ones, fat like Apples (chunky) M give 'em one out the barrel Aim at your back, watch him drop off the saddle Bun, bunny, it's bunny when I pull up Get money, money love mula Tryna get my hands on straps, brilliant waps, everyone full up Different kinda Yak, all type of flavour, pots and that Pots and pans make rocks it's lav Drop it, stabbed, get gone this pack When I was on the wing like Walcott caught ups Gave headlocks and jabs Still Air Max in blocks and flats Order a limb but it's not cos I cramp Tryna shoot in the centre S on my right, teamwork, set piece I'm still juggin', I'm still juggin', give boy a tester The trap phone kick Jet Lee Your babes weren't like this remember The b*t*h turned bad when she met me I can't tell you 'bout calls on the jail phone Bro don't answer you'll lose 10p Still got friends in the bin and I pray that they do get free Bad one doin' nothin' but yuck this girls gonna bruise her knees Everyday wake and trap get on mornin' grind In the rave she gotta throw it back cos I don't wanna borin' one I love peng tings like I ain't taking my black leather gloves with the white Nike tick That's, that's how we grip on steel Still got the sauce on drip and spill But f**k that judge, that B like No he thought I wouldn't ride them years S, S bringing back rocks from seaside She would of thought he went Brighton pier I'm like enjoying my grindin' gear Like step for them boy try find them here Straight drop bush come T T too S got tools like B&Q One shank, one nine like Costa When I shoot hit heads like crossbar 2 man that's Hazard and Oscar Oh I'm assistant attack like Drogba Ful-Fully let go of the broom when I bust tell bro he'll slap it Wanna make sure it goes through then press on your ting don't tap it I still ride out in style, black bally, with a sign and formal But if I don't get there in time then my cats gonna feel withdrawal It's like everyting I dig they think they're wifey Break this liz then put it on a scale, do it gentle, nicely Skrr round them with the tint all low, now your picking up high speed, jump out on side streets, see them I let mine squeeze Big-big bottles Ciroc red berry My hoodie on like A-Boogie pots of cookies, Ben and Jerry's Bad thot just done me no shame now she's tryna link man's bro Ready rock pack just came, chop it I ain't gotta whip that bowl All my guys on the wing can go They all leave free like tic tac toe Now it won't fit in the bag, got it in but I don't think this ting can close Stop runnin' where ya goin' Kick him, trip man's toes I thought that your head was hot when I took out my ting he froze Chip and crow man twist and roll I really wanna dig this hoe But I'm out grindin' all 'til late how else will I flip this load So I got my slim fits buss down low Buss down low and I'm servin' packs Peng tings slip on the road, we're letting them go We swerving back Bad-bad boys yeah we're all bad boys But who does really get splashy Two light and dark for the kits That's two black boys like batty I just fell asleep with a spliff, woke up now it's tasting ashy This thotty ain't leavin' the crib No shake them hips then break this batty No we don't even do them things Rude boy you can't be doin' them tings Just cut that rock on the side, chop 0.9 Just threw out the cling Wait most of my guys them landed early Still got a few in the bin But I'm blacked out doin' Darth Vader Swinging my Z K like a lightsaber Grip 2 hands on the parcel, assemble the pack like Marvel Boy anytime you step they're dashin' My trainers reflect when it's flashin' I can play in defence or attackin' Bro how can you call that leng when you look at her breasts they're saggin' Bust face then see swellin' Back-back-back my bottle no cut to the face don't rave Cos my blade won't get in Stepped in here on a spud Now my bredrin blud tell your mate stop beggin'
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