Correction Lyrics Wire by Red Lanes

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Stepped in the rave
With a Smile on my face
Got your girl in my space tryna get all in my face
Can’t send her away, even though she lives kway
Man I only want the brain, not the knowledge but the spray
Wanted a two two placement
Left me with a fragrance
Yard all vacant no hope in my place
And the Pu**y too dangerous
Can’t  take it from these strangers but my   people are endangered so I guess I have to stay
Got your girl in my lab tryna get up on my lap
Had to throw that bum back
One two quick tap
Wanted a round of applause so my people dem clapped
Defend don’t attack
And never ever lack cos if she’s catches ur infidelities you’ll be exposed as whack
Then they’ll laugh at that
Nyam your sorrow like a rat
Ah then they’ll laugh at that
Nyam your sorrow like a rat
Bun the reminiscence as all your gs aren’t coming back
Nah they’re never coming back
Got your girl in my lab
And I took her back home
And I got I white ting
And she came looking like a tic tac

Told the white ting to relax
Then I took her back to my crib
Said she never ever pays tax
And she wants to get a printing
But I told her only use fax
And she wants to come round to mine next week I said like -
Aye

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Freeze thaw like weather
Light, no feather
K in checkers
Drip, no leather
They jus play for the gram
No cheffers
They make bands for suits
And pedders
Asian London, tipped with money
Got man gun leanin, they funny
Heard they step near me, they dummy
No more accused cheffins, no bummies
Quick small step
Bro did ket
He had a 15 inch, his pet
F**kin skets
Call for the bags, like they won't protect
They had called for they gyals to let them
Get round me and shhhh and them
How they finna run round like Tag and then
Get caught by the feds you chevs
Skrt reverse
Got no turf
Jus got bags
Internet surf
Mock my man
They then swerve
When he made 1 2 steps with birds
Rambo down
They all dashed
No more L's
They know that
Had a man skeet, like he threw a fag
Had a man skeet, they already did that
Have bro 1, have bro 2
Why wasn't I in the call with you
They are jokers,  can't roll zoots
Grams for 40 quid, dumb yutes
Why would I lie bout LSD
All dem don't know sh*t bout me
Curious George, when they spilt the shhhh
Copped some sh*t like shopping spree

My names Red
Man don't know
How they look
With a Rambo
Claim no chefs
But made foes
After 14 man stepped no toes
Kick off sh*t
Spilt some tea
Start some bifta
Little T
97's stepped with V's
On my bag then copped more V's
Change the flow, dem man are wicked
They all talk bout holdin kitchen
B*t*h got sucked off like some chicken
That was a mad one, but jus listen
They all know my group went fishin
We went down like a group of spys
Yutes been switchin, man can't lie
Girls from dem been on mans line
Change the flow, dem man are wicked
They all talk bout holdin kitchen
B*t*h got sucked off like some chicken
That was a mad one, but jus listen
They all know my group went fishin
We went down like a group of spys
Yutes been switchin, man can't lie
Girls from dem been on mans line
[Interlude}

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