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Lightwork Freestyle Pt. 2
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Smoke Boys
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Brigade MKThePlug We don't do this shit for clout Don't chill in the T house, grab what I need then I'm in then out When it's drought, I'm still about, fly that hoe or I break it down London town, do road for the pound I came up off a 3.5, never had a hundred pound 'Til now, now the pinky's frozen, wow Look at the flick of the wrist, it's clean like I bust it down A man fell off, now they're smoking brown No more smiles, all they do is frown Came up, they wanted man down And they're always pissed when man come round They don't want no commotion, give a man smoke when we shouldn't be smoking Brand new dots, got old tings, we ain't let it beat in long, man's roasting I link cats with testers if I need promotion Off map, off ends, seen bro's in the wrecks making potions Wax on, wax off like Sensei Run tru packs, I can't miss leg day Just went shop on a segway She didn't wanna bang, got a re-up anyway And they get bun, I celebrate Why you think I got one glove like MJ? Just link uncle for the food, no Kenke, now me and D on the M-way At the lights, bro, press and go Big dutty, [?], tear that road Still with the goons dem, let them know Them boy got no flow, no dough Gorillas in the mist, we'll tek that dough Any type of weight, man let that go Any type of wave, man get that dough Feel any way then let man know With my killers, they backward, bill it Pray man's winning, got the gyally dem singing Tryna make a k-k-killing in this crazy world that we live in Next time I go uptown, I'm spilling Won't stop 'til all the goons dem winning Got the gyally in the cutest linens Uh, uh, packages came round Click and collect quick, I make my way round Uh, still undefeated, get down the lane now Get up and spray round, mans got packets for days Packing the rave, I'm bunning the playground When I'm broke, I'm tight like swimwear Quick, splash splash on your bae's face Now my babies giving her skincare Blacked out with a big beard Don't keep friends 'cause they move weird Used to be dot, dot, dot, dot, spin, spin And we still got a one spare [?] pack, man, got it in rare Not naked, got it in bare Tell a young boy, "Go, go there" I ain't got time for chasing skets, I tell her, "Cut to the chase" See them man, I'll back that blade like Gillette and shave his face Put them niggas in place, man stay packing in case Tell her, "Hold my drugs", new plug got man feeling like Ace Dope man shoulda went circus, talking 'bout "Riding", man are some learners Trapstars doing up purchase, stack them fifty's like Curtis Dem boy probably snatchin' purses, ain't got no purpose If broski rise them burners, gonna be service, suits and hearses Last week, bro had to shave mans wig, make a pagan cheat on his barber I can't keep breaking bricks and taking risks, man's a father Trap phone just died but trapping ain't dead, I just need a charger 'Til it's on sight, see them outside, they ain't on nada Got cats and dogs, they're vicious Had to clean the dots like dishes I love the spinner, it's wicked Had old friends, had to burn them bridges Catch man slipping, he went swimming Went crazy, cuz went fishing Free bro, I miss him H's in the pen, 'nuff letters got written Give it my best, at least, I try to She make my meat stand up like tower Not in Paris, gave her an eyeful Got no [?], bag with eyeball Two in the queue in Whitehalls Push have your block exploding, light up the place like man was Guy Fawkes With the zombies, light and dark like Michael, one Ken, one Ryu Serve dinners like McD's drive thru Told bro that, "You ain't nothing more than a hoe if you let hoe shit excite you", fat stack like Bible Put it online for distribution, pack getting streamed like Tidal P need a square, only got a pound and a HP spare That's air, anywhere I step, know the chargies there Tell 'em, "Don't stare", anywhere the gyaldem there, man there Oh, yeah, war ready, man's here Make a man cry a thousand tears Any kinda diss, man's grindin' gears Got gyally from far and near, OT bop in my Nike gear Any kinda wear, that's grindin' gear Do it for my dargs and slimes in there Oh yeah, we are the realest ting, no fear We used to go halves on scores, what's mine is yours Told bro, "We got this for life", 18K, not Michael Kors These keys don't open doors Clean up the streets, I ain't doing chores If I buss this pack wide open, that's buds on the floor Filled to the top with corn Bally on, no ID, who's that? Jason Bourne In the T house, keep adding up The line bangs, we ain't watching porn Got got like canister, tryna be the opposite of poor TrapHouseMob
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