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Part 1: ZK, Dodgy
Ay, listen, listen (Yo)
I can't lie, man, my finger's itching
I tell broski "play your position"
Cah I don't really know 'bout aborting missions
Yo, punched up an opp in a cell
Made my hand break like my car went drifting (Skrr)
Put two hands on a Smithon
Uplift it, what's the chance they're sprinting? (What's the chance?)
I see my man from a distance
So I gripped it with my two eyes squinting
OT in the Second Division
Weren't doing revision, we're serving kittens
Brown one said my d**k is delicious
She lick on the tip like she suck on her fingers (Bad boy)
And if that's an opp in my vision
The public know I'ma hit with malicion
Give me a sеc, let me dice this pack (2 sеcs)
I'll deffo fly it
I just touched O and I lost my rica line
And I felt like crying (Aw man)
I'm a family guy, got dawgs like Bryan
It's frying, don't know why they're lying (Go ask)
'Nuff times seen mumzy crying
That's cases padding, I kept denying
I'm in the T house watching the news
Put the door on a latch while I chop me a 2s (Trap boy)
Silence, got the phone on mute
What's one razor? I need more than a few (Way more)
Cells come sharp like the end of the screws
This TT light, we don't rock dead food (Whip, whip)
If I drop that soft in a pot and let it boil in oil
In comes under and screw
That's an L that I can't let happen (I can't)
I asked bro, like, "Should man magic?" (What you think?)
I just stepped on a beat
Turned two into three
No lie, and it still was banging (Outstanding)
Slim fits when I walk 'round town
In my grandad hat, gotta keep my head down
This trap-giddy life's more than foul
Just unpack the pack, now there's pebs in my mouth (Yuck)
Come to think, I ain't never once sat 'round YK
And ain't had the hotline ring or vibrate
After shift at the trap get bored
Just to bang them tools and uplift that crime rate (Bu-bush)
Had to ching man down in the bright day
Civilians scared, so they scream "Oh my days" (Oh my days)
Or it's "Oh my God", but I'm on my job
And I do sh*t my way (Ching, ching)
All I see is red if you turn to a label (Spill that)
I'm in West Ten like Mabel
I'm able to go turn them table (Ay, spin it)
They said I got banned from drill (Why?)
Cah anytime man drilled was fatal (I'm banned)
I used to do call them guys
Until we cut ties, no Abel (Ay, come here)
Be grateful, didn't need them angels
The angels had families dressing up formal (They're dead and buried)
How awful, told bro "Gimme the light" like Sean Paul
And hit headlines like BT Torsal
Still wet guys, (Wet that check)
And bro so thoughtful (Wigging time)
Main road chingings
I wet at his chest while he stabbed in his torso (Ching, ching)
Slip, get got, little man stay humble (Calm down)
This clip come long (Long)
Like the hair on Rapunzel
Top that up like my Lyca bundle (Top that up)
Dial my plug, (What?)
Not no Niger uncle (Trap not [?])
Bish, bash, bosh
No hammer, had to use my knuckle (AY, fist that up)

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