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How only now you start boasting bout gang, rudeboy I'll tell you bout ganging Where were you when gang done the baitest uhh, back then it was red bandanas Still pull up on a gang ting anywhere goes main road or do it in traffic Still creep with the headlights off, then jump out spazzing How only know you start boasting bout gang, rudeboy I'll tell you bout ganging Where were you when gang done the baitest uhh, back then it was red bandanas Still pull up on a gang ting anywhere goes main road or do it in traffic Still creep with the headlights off, then jump out spazzing I was in HM Durham with the geezers, and I ain't looking on the early They don't wanna release us, before May like Theresa Touch road [?] in the T-house with this white girl, Tulisa I just linked big bro for a picture, that's Mona Lisa My young boy done 14 days in the T and he ain't eaten nuttin but pizza I really come outta jail and I learnt how to handle this .44 easier I really come outta jail, finesse this bait face chinging, left man twiss up How many times was I doing up Serco- and they told me to hold my wrists up I done the wrong type of touring, association in the morning All the accents Northern, still man approach with caution Only now man a talk about gang, rudeboy I'll tell you bout ganging Me and RV done the baitest uhh, back then it was red bandanas How only now you start boasting bout gang, rudeboy I'll tell you bout ganging Where were you when gang done the baitest uhh, back then it was red bandanas Still pull up on a gang ting anywhere goes main road or do it in traffic Still creep with the headlights off, then jump out spazzing Letras de cancionesHow only know you start boasting bout gang, rudeboy I'll tell you bout ganging Where were you when gang done the baitest uhh, back then it was red bandanas Still pull up on a gang ting anywhere goes main road or do it in traffic Still creep with the headlights off, then jump out spazzing Me and Headz gonna win the league for Tottenham, you can have faith in us Them niggas there wouldn't make the subs, any opp block I'll tape it up I'm in the trap tryna count up these racks, until I get paper cuts Bad b's show man love, and opp boys just hate my guts I hit ave's on a casual day, go yum yums when I'm feeling peckish Opps love doing ten toes, them man must have a foot fetish Anything green get bun, went Five Guys in Wood Green and I told bossman just cool with the lettuce I used to go park and test it Now if ain't aimed at paigon's head then I ain't interested All of this dough we spent on smoke, Lord knows I coulda invested How many times have I touched them kids, the whole opp blocks been molested My girl puts it in her bag, cos I can't lack and I can't get arrested How only now you start boasting bout gang, rudeboy I'll tell you bout ganging Where were you when gang done the baitest uhh, back then it was red bandanas Still pull up on a gang ting anywhere goes main road or do it in traffic Still creep with the headlights off, then jump out spazzing How only know you start boasting bout gang, rudeboy I'll tell you bout ganging Where were you when gang done the baitest uhh, back then it was red bandanas Still pull up on a gang ting anywhere goes main road or do it in traffic Still creep with the headlights off, then jump out spazzing From Letras Mania