Correction Paroles Operation Fortress par D-Block Europe

Featuring(s) : Headie One

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[Young Adz]
Mhm-hm-hm
Mhm-hm-hm
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(Ninez made this)

[Young Adz]
Operation Fortress, come and swept the trap
I'm at the stove, Ammonia whippin', gettin' back
She pop the stickers off her brand-new Birkin bag
Two-fifty for the Lamb', still send that bitch a cab
Her white bitch wanna stop and get some Hennessy and fags
She don't smoke no weed
But, she might take a drag
Nights like this
Trap nigga when we walk we might take your hand
She leaving stains on the Lambo' seat, I'm getting mad

[Young Adz]
Horrible, all of my niggas do horrible (Yeah)
Horrible things so honourable (Grrah)
Serving to the vulnerable (Cha-cha, yeah)
Bad-bad bitch, so lust is stronger than love is, but fuck it
I'm pushin', she comin'
She makin' a puddle
My nigga LBeezo, that's the piece to the puzzle
I'm with gang, gang
Walk the bulldog with no muzzle (Grrah, grrah)
Bands, bands in the Louis dam, dam (Yeah)
Take her Amsterdam at night, she sees the stars so clear
[Young Adz & Headie One]
Operation Fortress, come and swept the trap
I'm at the stove, Ammonia whippin', gettin' back
She pop the stickers off her brand-new Birkin bag
Two-fifty for the Lamb', still send that bitch a cab
Her white bitch wanna stop and get some Hennessy and fags
She don't smoke no weed
But, she might take a drag
Nights like this
Trap nigga when we walk we might take your hand
She leaving stains on the Lambo' seat, I'm getting mad (One)

[Headie One]
Found me a hourglass (Sure did)
Flew it to the South of France (On me)
Saint Tropez for the day
Still can't go uptown without my mask (Nope)
She ain't see me come up from the eight, it's a shame that real love never last (Tst, argh)
Bad B into astrology, put her in a Wraith, she can touch the stars
This pretty little bitch, I spoil her (Tun-tun)
Bust down wrist, big pointers (Tun-tun)
How I come from the trench and they tryna make me try good oysters? (Yeah)
Rene Caovilla, still gonna leave this bitch on delivered (One)
Even though I got richer, you're still gonna see me outside with them killers

[Young Adz & Dirtbike LB]
Operation Fortress, come and swept the trap
I'm at the stove, Ammonia whippin', gettin' back
She pop the stickers off her brand-new Birkin bag
Two-fifty for the Lamb', still send that bitch a cab
Her white bitch wanna stop and get some Hennessy and fags
She don't smoke no weed
But, she might take a drag
Nights like this
Trap nigga when we walk we might take your hand
She leaving stains on the Lambo' seat, I'm getting mad (Yeah)

[Dirtbike LB]
Bells, dummies crack in the spot and the buj still runny
Reflection hittin' the gold makin' the rim look sunny (Yeah)
I was broke lookin' for bones before I had food in my tummy (Uh)
And now I got maids just cookin' me food while I stream in the study (Ah)
Went from bando homes to the mansion covered in marble stairs
Now, I got too many homes, bein' alone is rather weird (Ah)
Night fights in the bright lights, in the kitchen cookin' piss
First time with a mach' to the block, couple friends disappeared (Uh)
You ain't got waps, you ain't got packs, then there's no conversation (Ah)
Bells on the roll and the phones at home, that's a whole operation (Ah)
Got the spot on rotation, little nigga, we raised him (Uh)
Fish scale with the razor
I turn the city Caucasian

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