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ard adz - what's up doc exclusive كلمات الأغنية

[verse 1 – ard adz]
you’re shotting off your whatsapp lost
i’ve been eating carrots like what’s up doc?
a bag on your coat, two bags on your loubs
but you’re sitting at the bus stop lost
my £20 bougs i remember those
they had rips in the front and the tongue was torn
my £12 jacket, i remember bro
it was way too big but it kept me warm
and i’m tired of these cunch spots
i never slept, i used to hunt shots
i was stepping out in dunlop
i grew up on knife crime and gun shots
mummy thinks her son’s lost, real life
my brudda’s crop dropped twice
now he’s rolling in a drop-top iced
man talk greaze
until the pump make you hopscotch nice like
from an infant
learned to use my instincts
like for instance
sh-t’s not distant
me, my ting, my knife, always stay in sync
now let that sh-t sink in
i don’t do this four door, 4×4, four draw bullsh-t
me and heat, two door, black car, full clip
i don’t do this four door, 4×4 bullsh-t
me and heat, two door, black car, full clip

[verse 2 – little torment]
mama raised a k!ller and i’m p-ssed it went this way
smoking on that reefer helped them demons go away
rolling with my heater hoping this can keep me safe
i’ll k!ll for my n-gg- p, we played the hood like [?]
i swear my life changed on that day i got that brick and flake
i knew that day would change upon me looking at the stakes
all my people eating good and they ain’t got no steak, yo
i can’t wait to leave the hood cause i can feel the hate, yo
she just wanna f-ck me cause she know my paper straight, woah
people do the most, act like it’s love it’s really hate, woah
‘rally wanna catch me with that pole i’ve gotta stay low
i can’t be an angel, they’ll be shooting at my halo
so many times i’ve got it cracking on the main roads
let that smoke off and now we’re trapping in the same clothes
it looks good when it’s not my n-gg- [?] c-ke
but wallahi he’s in the dock, tell them f-cking jokes
cold world, don’t be thinking n-gg-s won’t tell
cause they will, haters hate it when it’s going well
4×4’s, four doors, hitting all these sales
still smile up in your face like all is well

[verse 3 – rm]
never been a follower i’ve always been a leader
my darg’s stressed out so he’s smoking on the ‘nesia
my uncle got cancer and i seen him have a seizure
we lit candles cause we had nothing on the metre
no electric so we had to light candles
man i’ll make the steel beat like the guy banglez
i’m a gorilla in the flesh, leave a guy mangled
she ain’t got a big batty that’s the side angle
gordon, chef man before they chef mine
i was screaming free my cousin remtrex ten times
on holiday i’m thinking of my next flight
fake g’s love banging through the websites
skrr skrr, bang bang then i peel off
even though i sin mum raised me with a clean heart
no grades from school but i’m street smart
grew up in the city where they stab man and beat corn
me, adz and tormz that’s three armed men
undercover feds trying to clock my vrn
i can’t sleep cause i ain’t got three yards yet
i love the fans cause they pay just to see rm
yg wanna trap, now he’s on a charge
f-ck security cause i’m my own bodyguard
speak through my actions, i don’t wanna talk
and i’ll fend for my g’s they ain’t gotta ask

- ard adz

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