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I love Chris Rich

(Trizzlaa)
I don't grab girl's waist and whine (No way)
I grab samurai's and ride
Me and my knife that's Bonnie and Clyde
Cos any time I ching, I love when they cry (I love that)
I bored up Scopez and I chinged Jet Black
How can you say that is blade is dry? (How?)
I always got my knife on my hips and my thigh
Swing flings at your necks but this ain't no tie
And I guess that I must be buzzing
Cos we already put K on them
And gang done cheffed up dozens plus, we done slapped off them skengs (Bow, bow)
Ments, I ride with my brothers not friends
Got my latex on in paigon ends
Denz, remember that time that we cheffed up three different yutes try party in Pecks? (We ching dat)
Rambo knife in my drawers or drawers, they both didn't die from a natural cause (They didn't)
One got bun and the other got bored, we winning this game go check them scores
Lord, knows that I like that mop but I hate when my mum says do them chores (Ergh)
The keys was inside the yard, damn, I had to kick off that door

Oi, lean out the ride and pitch him
Came with the mop you'd think man's witches
Opp boys really some b*t*hes
Come like they don't blow smoke, just kisses (Some b*t*hes)
Throw up a B for Brixton
Them man throw up a B, we get them (Get them)
I don't wanna hear no disses
At a close range them man are missing (Some d**kheads)
Ay broski, sweep him, sweep him, grab him
Jook up his ra**clart body (Ching, ching)
Ay young bro's moving too sav
They even try do up a yute in colly (Too sav)
And an opp is an opp, you know I a**ist
Crossing the ball, I volley (I do)
And I got a linkie in Lee not Tommy
She's holdin' my stuff for me (My babes)
Give us the nicest drop, go get it done, no not probably (Rapid)
Them man thought that they got me
True, I came back like a f**king zombie
Attempted do it with a ching
Have a opp boy saying "Please don't chong me" (Chong me)
Bro just gave man a movie now the dumb yute's sayin' "Please don't rob me" (Rob me, rob me)
It's my fault that your guy bored
In fact it was me that bored him
And, I bored up my man too and his Bruce Lee says that I ain't been scorin' (Splash)
How many man have I given these chest shots?
Why the f**k do they keep restorin'?
Wet, wet, water pourin'
True say I can make your clothes look foreign
I hate when n***as chat sh*t like kids
Yeah I coulda said more but I bit my lip
No cap in my rap no f**kin' fibs (No cap, no cap)
Blade from my knee to my f**kin' hip
Leave man ripped like jeans not slit
Remember that day on Old Kent Road
Mayksi ran to the pigs so I think he's a snitch
Twenty five years in the whip
Can't stop for the pigs, that sh*t is a myth (Ay)
See blue lights, oh sh*t, oh sh*t
Should we decamp, dash or skrr and skid?
The opps don't ride for the ones in p*ss
Must be in their graves doin' turn and twist
Bill it, turn that rizz
You know who I see when I burn my spliff, ay, ay, ay

Me and bro in the beat-down dinger
Squeeze that trigger, catch that n***a
I don't like these thoughts that I'm thinking
Suttin' 'garn fry when I take man's dinner
No way can you touch my driller
Tell a man "don't like Bryson Tiller" (Don't)
No way can the corn get bigger
Two twin bells gonna change his figure
And he saw that light no filament
I don't even care who's innocent (I don't)
Friends of the opps same difference
Still get yinged, juice spillin' it (Man ying that)
Have you ever stepped out with savages?
If a man don't run, they're cabbages
Mark that yute and tackle him
No red card, that one's embarra**ing
Big arse, start backin' it up
No filter, I'm slappin' it up
Big man thinks he's chattin' it up
Next thing you know we're crashin' him up (Crash him)
My mans girl, I'm whackin' it up (Whack her)
Big man ting, he's actually f**ked
No lotion, I'm mashin' it up
Wheel it back, I'm jackin' it up (Dududu)

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