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letra de plrk - berna

[intro]
(ekali)
ayy, look

[verse 1]
i remember them days as kids (ah)
broke, man, we never had sh-t (had nothin’)
fist fights had my blazer ripped
probably catch me outside with the same old kicks (true)
more time, with the same old clique
more time, outside on the same old strip (free the bros)
f-ck one time with the same old b-tch
but the whip outside ain’t the same old whip (skrrt)
dodge blue lights, if i don’t, i’m p-ssed (p-ssed)
jakes want the whole gang nicked
truly miss my nig, free bro, jay rich
all thе l’s we took but the cake we flipped
that’s m way trips for more than a bit (skrrt)
uh, if i done it with six and the plug act up, probably jerk that pr-ck
no lies told, you know how it goes, none of them boys ain’t hurting sh-t
ran through thirty quid, i could really show you what worksy is
man spend loose change on drip, still turn gyal to a thirsty b-tch
but she just wanna ride it doggy, arch it properly, taste the tip
and broski slide like hockey, come ’round there and burst that clip
reload the clip and just burst it, food or squares, we all work it
twenty-four hours, we’re all working
if she got batty, i might work it
wife a chick? it’s not worth it (not worth it)
same on the net as in person, them man rap, they’re just vermin
told my young boy, “stay earning, not long till we all blow for certain”, ayy (blow for certain)

[chorus]
i was the man when i was a kid
look at me now, i’m poor little rich
still on the block, i’m still with the clique
still on the stage, they’re loving my sh-t (they love my sh-t)
all we do is win, man flex like i all ever do is gym (all i do is gym)
i’m in v.i.p, tell broski “go bring the groupies in” (woo)
no chat for a hater (no chat)
couldn’t care what they do or think
i hit a l!ck and bro made the drinks
to get to the top, had to double the figs
had to get to the top so we doubled it (doubled it)
that’s for all of my family struggling (struggling)
i tell mummy, “we’re cool, there’s no worrying” (worrying)
till the day that i die, i’ll be hustling

[verse 2]
look, i love my life (huh)
gyally said she love my pipe
kitkats coming like ku klux klan ’cause the only thing they love is— (shh)
me and gang came to the function, seven man up like i don’t like sprite
big back chocolate ting, back it up on a boy so sudden, kinder surprise (woi oi)
i don’t even whine at parties (i don’t), i just pass that one to my dargy
‘member back then, she wouldn’t off them pants, pants came off when she saw man’s car key (skrrt)
won’t take her for a nandos, portguese ting so i just want nani
and she’s from tottenham, my other’s in highbury, scored on both, north london derby
we don’t conversate with raleighs, r.i.p’s and frees to my dargys
i don’t know dookie, that ain’t my chargie but i know shorty, gyally, she nasty
gyal palm me, hardy, i’m classy, red leather seats, playboy like carti (skrrt, skrrt, skrrt, skrrt, skrrt)
i know they wan’ harm me but i got a hitter and he’s got a forty
definitely blast it, sh-t then, rahtid, double tap, cl!ck that target (bap)
f line do numbers, food in abundance, looking like dagenham market
i knew life was f-cked when i woke up and had to put bro in a casket (r.i.p)
all of that mourning, now i won’t stop till the whole team’s balling (ayy)

- berna

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