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9th street - lightwork freestyle كلمات الأغنية

part 1

splash man down put blades in lungs, i think the opp boys must give brain the way they give chat chat they good with their tongues, 2 man deep on a bruckdown ped, sh-t gets ments when my 15s tucked, if not im in the bando whipping, got an ebony n brown rizz n i got a grey ting in my pyrex pot, feds caught me with the longest one, but still i can’t lack so i step with it even when im in yot, trust me i dont lack if i back my ramz im tryna put your bro ona top, man i smoke too much when i duck down opps i run out of breath n just can’t catch up, push in my shank n twist that i just ran man down in my air force p-ssed they creased now im feelin like digdat, anything grub man flip dat anything opp tell my broski wig dat, i got works on scales thats rocks on plates n a young g clinging, bad b-tch wanna f-ck with the gang so i tell her come bend your back n then dig it, what you know about spotting an opp hopping out with my rizzla im really tryna bill him, what you know about 1 man up i just ducked down my window n seen man sprinting, one thot just gave that drop selection of opps tell my bro who you picking, now were both in the back of the ride n its straight onsight if we see man slipping, but lemme not mention names, the newplates run into shops n i dun had your bro hopping cars on mains
and tell em dont lack on dates cos you can get cheffed in front of your bae, n they can’t compete with the kid cos my ye is different to your ye, i shouldn’t of hopped out bait, the feds recognise my face now im sitting in court tryna buss this case, and the ride looks way too hot confirm with bro if hes changed them plates, i might chef an opp in the face n then go d-ck down a paigons bae, i might chef an opp in the face n then go d-ck down a paigons bae, the jakes wanna bird this kid, jus stepped out of the cells n i had to tell bro backstrap that spliff, if the line dont ring in the ends then im putting out work on a paigon strip, the opps the feds think im sh-t, we score goals on goals on the pitch, tear your insides straight out with my 15 inch

(part 2)

why they gotta tell fibs, i still can’t belive that i beef these kids, still stuck on the pavement bit of the paigon strip n the 1-2-5s what i whizz, how many man got hit n they still wanna talk on the kid bruckbacks got waps fill it with t–th then we pattern the dinger and go on a trip, how much points are we scoring, the glide got boring now im pre rolling my lockblock touring late night glides when i couldve been snoring instead im wide awake tryna see blood pouring, but hold up a sec, ima aim for his chest he try run but his legs got swepped thats wet wet again and again, but lemme start with facts i put work on these council flats, 2trappy i might give dem dat cos shh got got hitting late night cats, n i hate when a man do chat doh, 2t done ran with his rambo stil do drills on the backroad skid up skrr grab man then its back home, fill the tank on my ped to the top then go lurk for the opps, thats blades in n out mans top they trip n then drop do legs for my squad, i do rap but its trap non stop in a local estate or a ot spot, kick down traps im taking mans prof opp block 2 step with the longest mop, more time i might move like headie, i let the wap go sou sou, and they say that im too loose so dont leave your friends when we cut tru, more time i might move like headie, i let the wap go sou sou, and they say that im too loose so don’t leave your friends when we cut tru

- 9th street

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