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SRB separation confirmed, coming up on staging the burnout of these twin solid rocket boosters at two minutes, five seconds Listen Fly out the whistle, hold it, hit him I told my darg, "Don't miss him" Lower the window slowly, point it Wrist and the clip at a victim 113 hit the walls, like, "Shit, then" My .9s in the ecosystem Flashbacks sittin' in Serco vans, I'm givin' the whole ends wisdom These [?] don't fit in the Lugers Bro try attack on any intruders I can't go on a stain hands-on, now, I got music consumers Play your role, it's best and don't be useless My homegirl was in Gallery Dept, I bought her [?] Same gyal, [?] Said thе G19 cost a few quick Look, my young boys stress, just on a bootin' Gotta get nail clippеrs, my jacket got jerked, discharge, no time for losin' Put on the [?], left detectives clueless, just keep it hush Look, nothin' ain't rap cap, we really do this We caught him, now, his best friend Judas Any sound of a opp boy, bootin' If there's no whip, then we do it on scooters I don't know how the opps keep losin', back your bredrin, stop givin' excuses Letras de canciones[?] like a dentist, back to the hand ting, toothless (Mhm-mhm) Hit a [?], now he won't stop, choose him Pick a name, quick man, no point in choosin' Put it back in the bag, gotta slap on my lever These shoes don't fit, real-life Cinderella Chat, then leave the machine with a Shirley, bills come fatter than Heather You off you mum's crib just like a homewrecker (Yo-yo-yo) Used to be on the pitch, now, I'm teachin' the squad, Arteta Told my YGs, "Roll with a presser" But, we ain't on smoke when we apply pressure Mission complete, now clean, now fling me the desser Paramedics at the scene 'cause there's eight on his top, Iniesta Three man, one bike, but who's on that Vespa? (Who's that?) One opp got ching up and ching up again, 'cause my darg's short-tempered Heard it was us, what? Free up my members New place, gang just got a Jaguar, this one's a [?] Counter attack with the blocka, still got defenders Awkward, heard a man tellin' gyal that we got agendas I only been Crown Court once in my life, we're different offenders Us man are grippin', them niggas pretenders (Look), this dotty should've been on EastEnders (Listen) Fly out the whistle, hold it, hit him I told my darg, "Don't miss him" Lower the window slowly, point it Wrist and the clip at a victim 113 hit the walls, like, "Shit, then" My .9s in the ecosystem Flashbacks sittin' in Serco vans, I'm givin' the whole ends wisdom Staging the burnout of these twin solid rocket boosters at two minutes, five seconds Mhm-mhm, listen Smoke is smoke, no, it can't be war We just shot back, now they all look awkward Detectives cockblockin' in [?] We try ride out, right now there's a shortage Fuck that, [?] I chase, let me sort it Ha-ta-ta, I might twig out in Shoreditch Old school days was a Ford Focus, we could barely afford it Now, it's different boots Like Ice Spice, she and her mian gyal pretty but rude Ha-ta-ta with my crew, go straight to the stu' Young Gs done a glide and they still cut through Them opps been droppin' like Baby T, why the fuck did they move brand new? Look, I know somethin' there got shot, but you still got nuance to shoot (Listen) We ain't on what? Leave the hood confused Only find out when they look on the news Seen it all, now it's déjà vu Pronounce that with your [?] [?] smoke, now they need tattoos Used to give [?] verble abuse (Walla-ooh) [?] night time, corn gets diffused on a Eastside yute (Look) Police love opperatin on my crew [?] [?] serve up the beef like stew Shotguns get wet down, split into two Me and Sadz don't do interviews We tap off the waps, the neighbours start singin', we call that rythem and blues Somethin' got— But, now, I gotta pack up and rotate hotel rooms [?] young [?] Labels see smoke when I bill up a spliff and Zoom Civils look shocked that there's gun powder in the room Make the wap pop like balloons (Baow) I don't showboat, but I still got smoke Had to cancel the date now she thinks I'm rude I tried to resechdule, she's not in the mood K-M-T, told her to move My next link got [?] and she got ink on her boobs Your good gyal want a badman, that's smooth Racks and waps in the backpack, ready for war, [?] for their crew Hit all the age groups, my niggas don't [?] (Listen) Smoke is smoke, no, it can't be war We just shot back, now they all look awkward Detectives cockblockin' in [?] We try ride out, right now there's a shortage Fuck that, [?] I chase, let me sort it Ha-ta-ta, I might twig out in Shoreditch Old school days was a Ford Focus, we could barely afford it Now, it's different boots Like Ice Spice, she and her mian gyal pretty but rude Ha-ta-ta with my crew, go straight to the stu' Young Gs done a glide and they still cut through Them opps been droppin' like Baby T, why the fuck did they move brand new? Look, I know somethin' there got shot, but you still got nuance to shoot From Letras Mania