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Brigades MKThePlug They tell lies on the internet, how many guys got dipped and cheffed? Talk is cheap, I walk with heat, spent 1.5 on this Smith & Wess' Loaded clip, go and corn him, blow man's wig, no respawning My paigons are so appalling, on the opp block, loads of touring Them man moist, why would I beef them? Scoreboard can't ever be even I won the Golden Boot this season, I might get 'round there for no reason Long pump in the car like I'm filling up pety I aim that wap and I close one eye, now I'm looking like Fetty I was in the jailhouse doing up free flow, fuck feds, they had to let me go Like Takeoff, Offset and Quavo My hittas ain't rolling with shanks no more, it's sliding doors and Dracos My young boys go when I say so Opp block was empty last night, tell them hit it in the morning like J Cole Passenger side of my best friend's ride, big fuck off skeng in the car If I get nicked with the heat, fuck a 'six, do three,' it's a terrorist charge Had a long pump in the side of the car but I weren't putting petrol in All the opp blocks have been overdosed, like I took too much medicine Even though I rap and I'm popular, still mash down packs with my Nokia Just got a box in, now I feel like Anthony Joshua Thirty sixers, I'm a heavyweight champ, came a long way from twenty eight grams If they ride, I'm stepping straight back, can't violate gang and think it's cool I'll grip this tool, put things in rides and go risk it all Letras de cancionesWon't think twice, just do it like Nike in the bag that I used to bring things to school In the field with my team doing bootings, but we ain't kicking ball Since I went and bought this chrome I never walk alone like Liverpool They tell lies on the internet, how many guys got dipped and cheffed? Talk is cheap, I walk with heat, spent 1.5 on this Smith & Wess' Loaded clip, go and corn him, blow man's wig, no respawning My paigons are so appalling, on the opp block, loads of touring Them man moist, why would I beef them? Scoreboard can't ever be even I won the Golden Boot this season, I might get 'round there for no reason Long pump in the car like I'm filling up pety I aim that wap and I close one eye, now I'm looking like Fetty They talk road on the internet, we give real smoke, they Nicorette Cross that line, gang intercept, no chings, kick and fist man's head Get 'round there then your whips or peds They got lucky when we got dumpy, aim weren't right when I gripped that skeng Don't get it twis', man'll do man dread If I step 'round there with this jammer I can get keys of the green but we got a crisp brown box like Rihanna Don't wanna be with a pig in a van cah their singing is bad, that's a X like Factor 9 gang on sight, ready to go if it's greeze, still get crashed on if you're amber From way back, step tryna slay rain there, tryna leave tops red like Santa We ain't into the banter, drama ain't nada, we into the passa How many rides have I hopped out the passy? That could've been time in the slammer Tryna buy a new yuks like Yankees, rips and bones ain't doing no fractures Anytime that they come and my guys stay at, they go on the net, do the type and chat Reaction ting, gotta fly straight back When we ride on sets, same guys do dash, you're on the end of the smoke like ash Long pump in the car and these tyres ain't flat, pellets garn' spread on your skin like a rash They tell lies on the internet, how many guys got dipped and cheffed? Talk is cheap, I walk with heat, spent 1.5 on this Smith & Wess' Loaded clip, go and corn him, blow man's wig, no respawning My paigons are so appalling, on the opp block, loads of touring Them man moist, why would I beef them? Scoreboard can't ever be even I won the Golden Boot this season, I might get 'round there for no reason Long pump in the car like I'm filling up pety I aim that wap and I close one eye, now I'm looking like Fetty From Letras Mania