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balistik (zt) - jenny lyrics
[intro]
sxbz beats, baby
[hook]
just got drunk at a rave
whitez went and lost their line (how?)
doing up stress they ain’t back up the contacts, now i gotta graft for a grand (ugh)
i know about urban books, the cartel’s p-ssing their time
me i was gonna ching [?], slap on the [?] dash that after the crime
what d’you mean my cell’s getting spun?
i’m whipping up mackerel, what have i done? (what have i done?)
four outside charges, how was i out before 21? (how?)
no incense sticks when i was doing up packs of amm
now my lighty looking like jenny from cookham wood and got future plans
just got drunk at a rave
whitez went and lost their line (how?)
doing up stress they ain’t back up the contacts, now i gotta graft for a grand (ugh)
i know about urban books, the cartel’s p-ssing their time
me i was gonna ching [?], slap on the [?] dash that after the crime
what d’you mean my cell’s getting spun?
i’m whipping up mackerel, what have i done? (what have i done?)
four outside charges, how was i out before 21? (how?)
no incense sticks when i was doing up packs of amm
now my lighty looking like jenny from cookham wood and got future plans
[verse 1]
skeet ’round there with the zts test that clip (test that clip)
i know that they can’t offend me, how many opps have bled and tripped? (d-ckheads)
tyson let that rip, opp girl egg that b-tch
zombie on me, [?] that ditch
do it like bro when he bent that wrist
i’m the one that done it on foot many times, dip dip fled that strip
grab that skeng, score that point, top of the prem, hear that pitch
zt’o, free my bros, bmoney, zino, 22 and switch (originals)
skeen, i was 13, when mum hid all the knives in the kitch’
i was in cream’s, 17, twice on the news, me and frisc (facts)
big wu-bu-bam go bam-bam chest get rubbed, hot like vicks
[?], fell off his [?], [?] with this, [?] at 7, splashed at 6 (sxbz beats, baby()
burnt my bally, burnt my ballies, they’re from [?]
zt’o i [?]
three zts six arms up paul bearer, undertaker and kane
mind when you’re mentioning names, frisco had a uz’ ’round neck on them mains
me and bro done a mazza with the dots, he got nicked on his way from spain (how?)
if i pick the lengthiest mop to burst i’ll go ballistic, insane
if i pick the furthest block to lurk, no one on the ride will complain
like he got drenched no sewers, four opp blocks in a day i’m drained
when i let it buss, there’s no coach, zt’o weren’t trained
skeng on single
paigons out, take ’em out, i don’t mingle
canerows in, take ’em out, get my singles (gang, gang)
original zt, jailhouse curtains were bed-sheets
now my team do snipes, wesley
was it c or was it shellz? (shellz)
we still do it like it’s ‘012 (‘012)
zt, zt, zero tolerance (zt)
only got numbers in cells
magic, spells
they panic, girls
if solo gets round there on his solo he won’t come back with the bells (bam)
went jail ‘015, third boy remand (how?)
there was no zts on the block anymore, i know them opp boys thought it was calm (how?)
[?] reading the psalms, for all the blood that i’ve had in my palms
while i was on my pedals, boris, you was in the party, carn
four outside charges, that was me nightingale to partridge
i was never lowkey i [?]
i go ballistic, put it to her lips quick like she ain’t had no b-m
i never had [?]
now i got three tings i’m charmed (big wu-bu-bam go bam)
ay
[hook]
just got drunk at a rave
whitez went and lost their line (how?)
doing up stress they ain’t back up the contacts, now i gotta graft for a grand (ugh)
i know about urban books, the cartel’s p-ssing their time
me i was gonna ching [?], slap on the [?] dash that after the crime
what d’you mean my cell’s getting spun?
i’m whipping up mackerel, what have i done? (what have i done?)
four outside charges, how was i out before 21? (how?)
no incense sticks when i was doing up packs of amm
now my lighty looking like jenny from cookham wood and got future plans
just got drunk at a rave
whitez went and lost their line (how?)
doing up stress they ain’t back up the contacts, now i gotta graft for a grand (ugh)
i know about urban books, the cartel’s p-ssing their time
me i was gonna ching [?], slap on the [?] dash that after the crime
what d’you mean my cell’s getting spun?
i’m whipping up mackerel, what have i done? (what have i done?)
four outside charges, how was i out before 21? (how?)
no incense sticks when i was doing up packs of amm
now my lighty looking like jenny from cookham wood and got future plans
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