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marky b & p110 - hoods hottest كلمات أغنية

[intro]
yeah
marky b ([?])
hoods hottest

[chorus]
from bradford
town full of shotters and robbers from bradford
town full of coppers and choppers from bradford
town full of robbers and tokkers from bradford
from bradford

[verse]
i_power, paddle shift, fl!ckin’ through the back roads
sendin’ in this golf r, i nearly hit the lamppost
rather rip a dinger, stack notes while i act broke
automatic sportbox, i don’t f_ck with lambo’s
used to have a graft phone, they were shottin’ crack stone
me, i never did, i made a k!llin’ from a fat grow
we was in the flat, bro, tryna make a stack, bro
parties every night, earned myself a f_ckin’ hasbro
and we’re baggin’ weed up with [?] jordan
we were in the flats, smokin’ max, sippin’ bourbon
joint after joint, we were smokin’ out of boredom
joe’s in the kitchen, cookin’ edibles like gordon
we were takin’ chase, nothin’ else was important
in the car, from the pool, [?]
f_ck the police, f_ck a judge, never bought ’em
but if i’m in court, i show grace and decorum
i wanna make me a stack and then i call it
call it a day, don’t wanna trap when i’m forty
wanna sit comfy in this m140
on the six_two and i be hittin’ one_forty
any kind of beef, one_ten, i want forty
keep stackin’ money till it’s hittin’ one_forty
[?] weed, uk’s one_forty
hit up jd, the nike set is one_forty
one_forty on my mind, they can never stop me, i’m stickin’ to my grind
tryna talk sh_t, i’ll put his b_tch in my ride
wanna make me a millie, puttin’ bits to the side
do i wanna trap? or do i wanna rhyme?
both make money, which one do i decide?
i’m a chilled_out man, but if you f_ck with my fam, i’ll ring t, he’ll come through a full clip and a .9
they could be the biggest, be the best one around
i could be the best, have ’em blessed with my sound
always move weed, now i’m stressed with an ounce
so i make new beats and i invest in my round
shout out to my new runner, best one i found
baggin’ up, weighin’ up the best of the loud
lost count of the whips that got up in the compound
city full of police, bringin’ neeks to my town
[chorus]
from bradford
town full of shotters and robbers from bradford
town full of coppers and choppers from bradford
town full of robbers and tokkers from bradford
town full of croppers and crossers from bradford
town full of shotters and robbers from bradford
town full of coppers and choppers from bradford
town full of robbers and tokkers from bradford
town full of croppers and crossers from bradford

[outro]
from bradford
from bradford
from bradford
from bradford
from bradford
from bradford
town full of croppers and crossers from bradford
from bradfo—

- marky b p110

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