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letra de road rage pt.2 - deeze (uk)

[verse]
i’m next to d like bradford
big plans so i take care of the mandem
i’m at the top of the hill like stamford
f-ck around, send for the wolves like hampton
man get cheffed in the field when i clamp em’
bleed out bodies in a pool by hampstead
surrounded by swans and sea
if i go rhyl, go crank in the beach
or if i go chester i’m out for the p
mans from birmingham, capital b
for a new castle i’m stackin’ the p
link in leicester, trap in the east
can’t forget all of my nottingham g’s
large up luton and milton keynes
large up mb, willow and p
like all of my london g’s
like what, what, who are you?
can’t do nuttin’, ain’t heard of your crew
ain’t heard of your squad, ain’t heard of your goons
like big h man gimme’ sp-ce, gimme’ room
old school like banana, man the cartoon
go with a bag of badman, no dudes
no wasteman can’t fit in my calibre
none of them can’t fit in my platoon
if it ain’t p’s then we take no check
be careful, mana’ got waps on deck
if you’re hench, mana’ get napped, no steds
man are comin’ for the whole meal, suttin’ like bread
under the mattress, under the bed
comin’ for the brown, purples and red
any funny business, somebody dead
said any funny business, somebody dead
what, what, normal
man get technical, i get formal
shake anybody down quick, it’s awful
man are out here in the rain and snowfall
i go far, you man are local
in the station man are mute, no vocals
you man run up your mouth like phone calls
dry snitching, that’s what you’re known for
dats’ why i don’t do moves wid’ dem’
when i roll out my face stays hidden
i go hard like bars in prison
i’m long sight and you see my vision
i stay fly, nuttin’ like pigeon
war, hennessey black i’m sippin’
cranked in my yard with a gyal, i’m piffin’
but i love p’s fam, more than the chickens
that’s why alla’ man get caught slippin’
runnin’ down gyal when you ain’t got p’s
in the money action game you’re missin’
alla’ man are moisturiser like cream
you’re not a bad boy fam, who are you kiddin’?
alla’ man can’t go hard like me
girl mouth smells like old man sippers
dem’ man don’t ever count no p’s
steppin’ on the pace with the lyrics
alla’ man are moist, washed, gimmicks
grind now, good at my maths and digits
you can’t get wid’ it
mastered the flow, no limit
hold on think for a minute
what are you doin’ out ere’ for a livin’
you don’t wanna spend no time in the pen
trust me, so you better start t-r-appin’
i’m not lackin’, ahead, i’m lappin’
alla’ man are singers, so you need backin’
i’m silent, i don’t do yappin’
suttin’ like pitbulls, man start snappin’
[?] ain’t like my levels wid’ rappin’
[?] ain’t like my levels wid’ grime
do what i say, say what i like
and more time mana’ roll team, more time
more time man buss jugs but i still pack 9’s
i smoke haze, never sniff coke lines
thinkin’ of how to get rich
more time i’m focused, can’t waste anymore time
strong like never before in my life
gyal’ get bucked, no special fried rice
feelin’ the swagger, feelin’ the vibe
nah man don’t slip, nah man don’t slide

- deeze uk

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