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Trap hard in that hybrid, big bags on my eyelids Big drip, no stylist cause I pimp whores in the Ibis Hitting sales in my hi-vis, my young G's up in ISIS I tell my young G's "Don't try this", now he's banging for ISIS Bro's locked, send the mail out Ten years on the same route I've got a screw link in the jailhouse All my bros good till they bail out Bullets in it then wale out, you know we're spraying often If I see that pagan bopping, you know we spray him often Beckton straight to Plaistow, I've got a half Z in my arsehole Smoked about a half O now my c*m tastes like gelato I still ain't signed a million deal In the trap, did a million deals My brudda's up in the Paddy Power I'm trapping hard in the William Hill Raise the alarm, pigs tried raiding the farm I was up in the KFC, pimping whores in the Baker's Arms Banged her on the first date, twanged her with the wordplay Rifle make the earth shake, man he thought it was an earthquake Paki boy, no Street Fighter, long arms like Dhalsim Boxers McKenzie, I still ain't wearing no Calvin Big raami in the building, tell that b*t*h no filming I don't want this doc*mented, come and get this c*ck erected Trap hard in that hybrid, big bags on my eyelids Big drip, no stylist cause I pimp whores in the Ibis Hitting sales in my hi-vis, my young G's up in ISIS I tell my young G's "Don't try this", now he's banging for ISIS Bro's locked, send the mail out Ten years on the same route I've got a screw link in the jailhouse All my bros good till they bail out Bullets in it then wale out, you know we're spraying often If I see that pagan bopping, you know we spray him often I love my boys, they're so sincere They see their boys and they left 'em there Forensics tryna get prints in here DTG or we do it with gear Auto whip, I ain't switching no gear Merc be the badge, four pipes on the rear Got a bad b*t*h, she's looking all rare No dead b*t*h can't come round here Take it old school like PS1 Smoke on my own, I don't need no one See the outfit, that's DSQ See the jewellery, that's VS1's They be like "Look at what G just did" Came home fresh and he just done a bid I couldn't give a f**k about what they done Tell the truth, that's all just a myth Bands on bands in elastic bands Money don't fall, get slapped with that Barbies wanna get frassed with gang But the chat line going all nuts, it's mad I change my phone and I change my SIM I ain't tryna get caught up in the ting Boys in blue tryna do man grim So I change direction and move like the wind Trap hard in that hybrid, big bags on my eyelids Big drip, no stylist cause I pimp whores in the Ibis Hitting sales in my hi-vis, my young G's up in ISIS I tell my young G's "Don't try this", now he's banging for ISIS Bro's locked, send the mail out Ten years on the same route I've got a screw link in the jailhouse All my bros good till they bail out Bullets in it then wale out, you know we're spraying often If I see that pagan bopping, you know we spray him often
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