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young dizz – metro boomin كلمات اغاني

[intro]
i used to eat breakfast, that was in school days
now i put the fork in the pyrex
put crack in the bowl, no cornflakes
white girl in the press, no foreplay
10_10 through, come bore mate
take risks and prosper
pray that i don’t catch a court case

[chorus: rv]
got the raphouse boomin’ like metro
fleek queuin’ up the hallway
wrappin’ up points and scores
got the table lookin’ like a board game
had the libids with heads and this
so i phoned my bruv for a four_way
got smoke comin’ off always
beef get seasoned like sorbet
traphouse boomin’ like metro
fleek queuin’ up the hallway
wrappin’ up points and scores
got the table lookin’ like a board game
had the libids with heads and this
so i phoned my bruv for a four_way
got smoke comin’ off always
beef get seasoned like sorbet

[verse 1: young dizz]
bro just slapped it in sports
just got the drop on an opp
bored him outside the court
i’m only 20
please don’t ask how many whips have i bought
i was like “huh, huh?”
man went quiet, that’s what i thought
got h_lla bands on my paigons
got h_lla plans for my enemies
if you ain’t a driller or a trapper don’t even bother stand next to me
do a drill and go sleep
wake up, spend couple bands
then it’s back to the opp block
zombie spurs in a tinted van
they say beckton man are all washed
and beckton man ain’t on job
but your boy got chinged, he got shot
and your young g’s car got robbed
do up the harlem flow
switch it up with a 6er bop
i can ten toe over dem sides there
cah the van went and crashed on a opp

[interlude]
for f_ck’s sake akh
why’d you crash on to my man like that fam?
well, is he alive?
what, the van’s not startin’, no?
aww, f_ck it

[verse 2: young dizz]
the van’s not startin’
we just done a mad ting here and sh_t got mad
and when you’re ridin’ you don’t bring your phone so you can’t really call them a cab
sh_t’s all ments
sh_t’s intense
hearin’ sirens gettin’ too close
every man’s hoppin’ over one fence
got my rambo, i ain’t tryna spar
man can’t question gang in the ends like they don’t really know who we are
like how many times have i bored a mad ting, man i just switch up my car
i bought how many foreigns, how many foreigns
gettin’ lit, had to insure my darrg
yo, look
like how many times have i went dem sides there
on my life, we all lost count
dem man hittin’ civilians
rushin’ kids like dash attacks
i got more dough than every single one of them
dem man got shooters
i made them run, i can’t rate none of them

[verse 3: headie one]
still p_ssed about all this jail time
pigs really done man wrong
me and z just a reed on the 9
or we don’t buy from opps
right, now we can’t let cord by the swine, that’s a lot
i still did him like “ooh, ooh”
how did his flow undermine that song?
me and big bro doin’ h_lla on the m_way
we about to dry this crop
my little bro on the block doin’ nuttin’
so i couldn’t find his spot
all the times i met him on the wrists like cufflinks
jail bakin’ custard
it gets with mustard
both colours in the bando jumpin’
movin’ like shannon tucker
bad b come to the nizz for the d don’t forget those dumplings
metro boomin’, ding_dong zoomin’
broad day bootin, four_door cruisin’
can’t speak if we ain’t talkin’ bankrolls
cah i’m speakin’ in fluent
z just lost two g_packs
the lord knows i’m fumin’ (p_ssed)
but it’s these losses and winnings
and i’m still winnin’ and losin’
i’ve been doin’ up trap from when i was young like scooter
now the cigars from cuba
cah i’m metro boomin’ like future

- young dizz

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