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Brigades MKThePlug Out here in the concrete jungle, gotta treat these opps like prey Just got a chase from jakes but I got away, sorry, not today I just got a chase, it's mad, it's a mad ting so I hide from jihadis Decamps from gang, .32 goes bang, grease it so the mash don't jam Me and S in the ride, two loaded waps, no flick shanks can’t get backed on man Car doors pop and the opps get prang, no cap, it's best for you to not lack Get sent south side, no Bagel, fuck a Bagel, slap corn at your Mac D's These dumb little opp boys can't at me, try Gun Lean and get shot from the back seat RV Bro was itching to get down my man but I told him, "leave him for me" That boy is mine like Monica and Brandy, I'll shave mans wig like Andy I called the new wap Patrick, cah I roll with the star like Sandy Shh got shh, held one in his leg and now he can't walk like Bambi Keep tools in the ride at all times, never know when they might come in handy I was in jail watching Hollyoaks, same time Darren was cheating with Mandy I don't feel them yutes so I spilled man's juice, shank game on cranberry Bad B wanna come to the nizz and off them panties, meet me at Tange Bando, I'll slap this gladly, on the back street, turn guys into athletes I'm in the nizz, .44, that's Tange with bad B backing it for a mad G Man slapped at your tracksuits, get round there and dash off two bad G's, mad greeze Man hide from jihadis, Ali's, get round there with Rambos and ballys Letras de cancionesBando, man's trappy, slappy, on the other hand tryna make mum happy My aunty's telling me I'm a bad breed, I'm a bad breed, spill juice like cranberry Boogie B gets splashy, free up my akhi, bro-bro weren't no patty The Niners too chatty, gang get tappy, gyal on my line too catty Everyday I wake and pray, thank God I ain't rubbed like them lot I do bits like Love Island, my line don't ring for no ten shot Red card, get him sent off, ching mans head, now he's looking like Lescott Just got new boots, I copped me a 9 but I never went to a crep shop Everyday I wake and pray, thank God I ain't rubbed like them lot I do bits like Love Island, my line don't ring for no ten shot Red card, get him sent off, ching mans head, now he's looking like Lescott Just got new boots, I copped me a 9 but I never went to a crep shop Three car doors get popped in the A, man lurk on the 2's like I'm from that place Catch me a opp, man cheffing that straight, shave man, dip him up and escape What you know 'bout big fat shank on your waist or a tinted dinger containing the gauge Slap this dots, shells fly in your face, back to the block, L2 get blazed Kway back then used to roll with the kitch', now it's same size as a walking stick Test me and bro then you're taking a risk, you'll see me in the late night patrolling the strip 'Till a black male get shot or chinged, it's straight opp boys, no innocent shit My yute run, you don't wanna get hit, that yute's quick but I made him drip I could've been on the pitch doing rainbow flicks but instead I'm in the trap with this Rambo I didn't choose this life, this life chose me, my marj hates it but my fans don’t This life is peak and I know it's the streets so let me tell you how my gang roll I'm in Southampton with this 15 inch, new jewels now we see man in Zandos If I could, I'll share my age but most of you would think that this kid is bluffing But let me tell you suttin', I done more things than most man in this ting, it's nuttin' But don't start judging, I'm just telling you about this shitty little life that I'm stuck in My friends in jail, my opps in hell and the verbal abuse keeps coming Everyday I wake and pray, thank God I ain't rubbed like them lot I do bits like Love Island, my line don't ring for no ten shot Red card, get him sent off, ching mans head, now he's looking like Lescott Just got new boots, I copped me a 9 but I never went to a crep shop Everyday I wake and pray, thank God I ain't rubbed like them lot I do bits like Love Island, my line don't ring for no ten shot Red card, get him sent off, ching mans head, now he's looking like Lescott Just got new boots, I copped me a 9 but I never went to a crep shop From Letras Mania