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Link up tv, Jamie music, behind bars Big up all my niggas, you get me? Liverpool Scousematic 2 out soon Know what the fuck it is, yeah They said A-Star bro, you soon to blow I said i know, if you've only just got onto that Route, boy, then you're slow Got niggas next to me that have already blew Like they're tryna mix paint, already blew I ain't tryna mix paint, look, I'm tryna mix metal Big rollie, big bezel Them man, they're a phony, kids settle They're tight to say they got the pen cushion And you get there and they be tryna show me this nettle Nigga, that's no holy grail Nigga, that's holy nettle I mean a no holy grail Comes a little bit straggly sometimes But fuckin' hell You can't sell man's shit, bud I'll take that shit, bud Then you won't get shit, blud You be standin' there pissed, blud Just fuck off with that shit, bud Look, we only smokin' flavours Weed so loud, I think I've woke the neighbours We only smokin' flavours Weed so loud, I think I've woke the neighbours Listen, you can't sell man's shit, bud I'll take that shit, bud Then you won't get shit, blud You be standin' there pissed, blud Just fuck off with that shit, bud We only smokin' flavours Weed so loud, I think I've woke the neighbours We only smokin' flavours Weed so loud, listen, yo, look Drivin' brown, doin' 60s in the 20s 80s in the 30s, 1ers in the 40s Nigga was straight naughty Not a nice over here If you'da seen the sprayer that man copped the other day Nigga, it's naughty Me nigga had it out on cam, I'm like, you mad? This shit looks like it holds about 40 I ain't tryna go to court, G I ain't tryna smell pork within a little nippy Somethin' say bye when I press sport Say bye when I press sport Real life go-karts, bet I get the best score Bet I get the best score I'm ready to die, what do I need a vest for? What do I need a vest for? When we see the weed supply, bet I get the best draw, why? Ha, you can't sell man shit, bud I'll take that shit, bud Then you won't get shit, blud You be standin' there pissed, blud Just fuck off with that shit, bud We only smokin' flavours Weed so loud, I think I've woke the neighbours We only smokin' flavours Weed so loud, I think I've woke the neighbours, nigga You can't sell man shit, bud I'll take that shit, bud Then you won't get shit You be standin' there pissed Just fuck off with that shit We only smokin' flavours Weed so loud, I think I've woke the neighbours We only smokin' flavours Weed so loud, listen, yo, look Recognition, it's all about repetition The Smith and Wesson sick, you should see the weapon glisten Where I'm from, niggas end up dead or in prison Niggas said I'm dead, but when you get a second, listen The bars that I'm spittin' are forbidden The bars that he's spittin', I'm just listenin' Like, nigga, is he kiddin'? Nigga, who's he kiddin'? Them man seein' the arse when they seein' who's he spittin' Catch me on a late-night bookie mission Or I might be with your bitch, I got her cookin' in the kitchen I ain't stupid, I ain't slippin' I got a shooter and a kitchen I got a shooter and a kitchen And if I shoot, then I ain't missin' If I shoot, then I ain't missin' If I hit man with the Ruger, this Ute man's gone missin' Jamie music
Writer(s): James Hoyland, Aaron Ferguson Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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