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Yo Fred, been dealin' with a few situations out 'ere man But, I'm just sorting it all out, that's why I've been a bit quiet And then... yeah, I'm active again You say One Headie, One Headie, One (One) Headie, One One Ballys and hoodies, not phones in the car Them man ain't on but they talk like they are Them man ain't really got no arms It come like they just been foldin' their arms It come like man been playin' Charades The way man talk with them arms One day, I'm in the hood tryna pattern up shh Next day, I'm recordin' in France They talk like they are (Turn, turn, turn Told me turn They told me turn) All I know is money and beef Don't think I left it all in the past How these opp boys say they want beef But they ain't got bread, that's all in their arse Letras de cancionesAll my young boys like ten or nine Guess they all wanna chart Skengs, Rambos, flickys We got them all in the car How many man have the gangdem got? How many time man do it all bait on the mains Go wish that man's not hot Still do it in the coat that Big Shaq got Just done it in my hoody Four doors swervin', no A Boogie (Turn-turn-turn-turn) I hope I ain't got 'bout the judge, no Judy Ballys and hoodies, not phones in the car Them man ain't on but they talk like they are Them man ain't really got no arms It come like they just been foldin' their arms It come like man been playin' Charades The way man talk with them arms One day, I'm in the hood tryna pattern up shh Next day, I'm recordin' in France Ballys and hoodies, not phones in the car Them man ain't on but they talk like they are Them man ain't really got no arms It come like they just been foldin' their arms It come like man been playin' Charades The way man talk with them arms One day, I'm in the hood tryna pattern up shh Next day, I'm recordin' in France All I know is money and beef Don't think I left it all in the past Them man there different to ours Couldn't see them, leave them to last My young boy was slackin' in the T I just gave him a kick up the arse Focus, workrate, progress Put in that work then he's up How many man have the gangdem got? How much residue in my pot? How much pressure did we put on opps? How many times did we out the lot? Feds tryna find my spot Man tryna right my wrongs So I just write a song Two bad B's in the seat, me in the middle Two Rambo's, symmetary, me in the middle Rose gold with the VV's in the middle D&G, had to throw me a jeans in the middle I know feds hate to see me winnin' They just wanna see me in the system All of those times it was [?], now we litty Cah my Laurent from [?] I be able to Two bad B's in the seat, me in the middle Two Rambo's, symmetary, me in the middle Rose gold with the VV's in the middle D&G, had to throw me a jeans in the middle I just done it in my hoody Four doors swervin', no A Boogie (Turn-turn-turn-turn) I hope I ain't got 'bout the judge, no Judy Ballys and hoodies, not phones in the car Them man ain't on but they talk like they are Them man ain't really got no arms It come like they just been foldin' their arms It come like man been playin' Charades The way man talk with them arms One day, I'm in the hood tryna pattern up shh Next day, I'm recordin' in France Talk like they are Foldin' their arms One Talk with them arms From Letras Mania