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letra de no chill - bd (wood green)

[intro: bd & crash22]
mazza, mob city, 22
shotgun specialist, if i can’t get a wap
then i’m bringing my chinger in, aye
this weren’t part of my plan, aye
free jigga j until he lands, and rip dipdat
big d

[verse 1: bd]
shotgun specialist, if i can’t get a wap
then i’m bringing my chinger in, aye
free r1, was a real life militant, done man bait in sandlings
them mobs, see, pull up on your estate
you better have it on your waist
because, you know it ain’t safe (no!)
they ain’t gonna tell you what gang do
they don’t wanna get exposed like hoes (no!)
shotgun season, no [?] leaking like crimelord’s face
rip neesha, but i’m in the hood still coolin’ with the shooter
and i don’t believe in luck (no!)
i’d rather put trust in a 44 long
i know the kickback’s strong
you can tell that i’ve been on the trizz, all day
ask gritz how my black blade tastes
i ain’t tryna go out like kay from the lane
just choking on my own blood
the opp block love talk tough on the net
in jail, man, they move like punks
the opp block love talk tough on the net
in jail, man, they move like punks (aye)
and baby girl, stop it, you know who run it?
you was like it’s night-night, screaming you lost him
three hours later, you linked with the suttin’
beef with them man there is not an option
sh-t then, who got got from the nizz then?
we was on the opp block, doing up touring
suttin’ got left in tangier leaking
now they’re on ig live still tweaking
urgh urgh, the whole opp block make man sick
frogz got smashed in, kash got smashed in
tell me who’s really on p-ss?
do a drill on the a, shoot up the lane, ofb k
(f-ck them, f-ck them)

[verse 2: crash22]
this weren’t part of my plan, aye
free jigga j until he lands, and rip dipdat
you know that i’m in love with my gang
big d went to the can
he just came back with 50 bandz
touched road, nearly dropped that top
no creps, bought a new glock
they locked the lots and now they’re still smiling
they can’t stop the clock (free ’em up!)
in the trap, i invest in waps
i ain’t got no time for no thot
rhylerz was beating gyal on their block
cheff him ’till his eyes go back
how that yute try tell me stop?
homicide raiding my mums
i ain’t tryna see her now, she gon’ tell me off
my girl just turnt me on but the phone call turned me off (i’m p-ssed!)
i’m blacked out in the back of this whip
now i’m really tryna load this dots
the only thing i wanted for christmas was a new round and thirty mop
tryna get round there and spray it up (brrra!)
get them gone, jigga held it down, for that
i’m tryna give him whatever he wants (my n-gga)
barrister looked at me, i dodged that ten, that’s a job well done
try link me to the m, looked at my [?]
i don’t know these dons
they got me on the wing, what hood?
this n-gga looking at me too long
pulled up my trousers, what’s good?
already on basic, i bussed man’s face, let me read my book
heard the whole wing’s on me, i’m stepping up to [?]
mind you, don’t get your mash just took, look
come like i don’t learn my lesson
i’m back on the glide, tryna catch that m
so i step with a loaded weapon
it’s defo a case with me on the ride with a loaded wesson
just caught this yute lacking, he needs it up
and he really thought i weren’t gonna slap him
lord, god, just bless him, look
we get a man down, then we ask, what happened?
jakes on my case, i don’t know who slapped it (i don’t know)
i just thought it was mad ting
they said he was dead, that’s a mad ting, sad ting (rip)
no comment, told me look at the victim
how you gonna show civilians that picture?
did you slap this fourty? nah, i was at home, watching rick and morty (it weren’t me)

- bd wood green

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