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(M1OnTheBeat) Ooh, ooh (M1OnTheBeat) Dirty-ty, ba-da-bup-bup Mm-mm Listen, look The governors got my thugs in blang up Dirty two twos so a twenty-two banger Before trial, there was jakes at the gate Tryna separate me and my mate, that's mad up, mad up Jailhouse, me and my boy used to pattern the place, got ran up [?] Don't gang up I'm in the jailhouse, fresh on the wing The trident won't quit the arrest Tryna check if I filled up my [?] with cling Police hurt us 'cause they hate our skin Dickheads, free up my dargs in bin I love how it feels when you bust that case and you step out the court with a grin Bop diddy bop to my local ting Police hate me so they treat man badly, badly They had a nigga locked in the HMP No P's, just a shit grey trackie Don't approach me 'cause my broski back me Letras de cancionesMy head's fucked up and my hair's all nappy Swing my black fist on the wing, don't mad me I'm still mashin' that bread in the jail 'Cause there's rice and dubs on dappy They couldn't cuff me so the officers angry Why they forcing the evs on my friend? Tryna comprehend me and my friend, no shaggy I'm running freeflow with my bro from Hackney Trap me, me and my Kylian Mbappe Dodgy DL so the cops can't trap me You can never chat shit on my name What a shame, now nobody asked me Feds know I'm a star so the cops try trap me Locked up, on remand, I'm anti Had to spent twenty two hours on bang up Or get a bail bond, that's plan B Lord knows, I've got too much love for the family Pagan thots on my block, can't rock with me Too many foolish chicks like Ashanti Trust no bitch so the pigs can't grab me I'm in the jailhouse, fresh on the wing The trident won't quit the arrest Tryna check if I filled up my [?] with cling Police hurt us 'cause they hate our skin Dickheads, free up my dargs in bin I love how it feels when you bust that case and you step out the court with a grin Bop diddy bop to my local ting I'm in the jailhouse, fresh on the wing The trident won't quit the arrest Tryna check if I filled up my [?] with cling Police hurt us 'cause they hate our skin Dickheads, free up my dargs in bin I love how it feels when you bust that case and you step out the court with a grin Bop diddy bop to my local ting All my niggas on the wing (Free them) Free my dargs in the bin (Free them) I still speak to my darg on the mobile phone Every week on the regular ting Packs, he's getting them in (Brrt) P, he's getting it in (Brrt) And the screws and govs don't like him so the cell gets a regular spin (Pussyholes) One minute, they're shipping him out, next minute, they're shipping him in (Where you at?) Growing his beard, I heard my man's going the gym Everyday pump up, pump up, everyday, everyday, gym Next time when his dad sees him, he's gonna make his dad look thin (Trust me) It's not R'n'B when I say that none of my mandem sing Them man sing, with backing vocals and ting Just know that man are local and ting Just know that the goons are local and ting Man are ready to call your bluff Carry on thinking you're rough I'm in the jailhouse, fresh on the wing The trident won't quit the arrest Tryna check if I filled up my [?] with cling Police hurt us 'cause they hate our skin Dickheads, free up my dargs in bin I love how it feels when you bust that case and you step out the court with a grin Bop diddy bop to my local ting I'm in the jailhouse, fresh on the wing The trident won't quit the arrest Tryna check if I filled up my [?] with cling Police hurt us 'cause they hate our skin Dickheads, free up my dargs in bin I love how it feels when you bust that case and you step out the court with a grin Bop diddy bop to my local ting From Letras Mania