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d-block europe - dennis the menace كلمات أغنية

[intro: dirtbike lb]
yeah, yeah, yeah
uh
yeah
call it

[chorus: dirtbike lb]
inside the urus, it’s black and red, now i’m feelin’ like dennis
i been on the field, i been in the court, now it’s feelin’ like tennis
she only keep f_ckin’ on him ’cause she young, hurt and just jealous
i put three hundred thou’ on the manor and lamb’ and it’s comin’ with extras

[verse 1: dirtbike lb]
broken planets in the back of my t but i think i need guidance (think i need guidance)
honda or ford when i go on a glide, now i’m sitting in silence (shh)
i spent fourty_two on the yacht but it could’ve been a block or isis (shh)
we’re at novikov but they couldn’t see a lot ’cause we sittin’ in diamonds (uh)
this winter cold, i need a winter coat (winter coat)
no petrol in the the lamb’, baby, go and take the rolls (take the rolls)
how you bad when you fully clothed? (fully clothed)
i call my brother’s strip, he good, he’s always got a pole (got it)

[chorus: dirtbike lb and young adz]
inside the urus, it’s black and red, now i’m feelin’ like dennis
i been on the field, i been in the court, now it’s feelin’ like tennis
she only keep f_ckin’ on him ’cause she young, hurt and just jealous
i put three hundred thou’ on the manor and lamb’ and it’s comin’ with extras (ski, ski)
[verse 2: young adz]
three_thirty on the lamb’, three_thirty in ‘dam, this summer two hundred in cannes
i sent postals out to the can, i sent baddies out to go and get tans
i’m in the ap showroom with my rams (yeah)
i parked up, chopper in the van (yeah)
i do what i want ’cause i can, the streets done turned to boys (brr)
i could tell, i could tell, i could tell she a ho from her grandma (ski, ski)
she suck it good, she like a twenty_five_year_old grandma (ski, ski)
on the pj, praying to the east, bad b_tch from harlem saying i’m unique
tell me what the f_ck you paying for your piece, tell me what the f_ck you paying for your piece
‘cah we flyin’ ’em, young, turnt, lit n_gga racked up in the car, drunk driving
if we beat this mini ak anywhere in the city, they ain’t sending out trident (bow, bow)
t charge for this bine, yeah, we don’t throw gang signs, yeah
not one chanel, five, yeah, she done lost her mind (yah)

[chorus: dirtbike lb]
inside the urus, it’s black and red, now i’m feelin’ like dennis
i been on the field, i been in the court, now it’s feelin’ like tennis
she only keep f_ckin’ on him ’cause she young, hurt and just jealous
i put three hundred thou’ on the manor and lamb’ and it’s comin’ with extras

- d block europe

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