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letra de lightwork - izzpot & pressplay

[intro]
creep, creep, creep
ill blu

ayy

[verse]
my lil’ bro got nicked for my drill (for my drill)
gbh with intention (aw)
i got nicked for a hom-aside, the feds pulled me for a question
step in the party, feel the aroma (oh yeah)
barbies wanna pree man for attention (oh yeah)
no, i don’t want love and affection
long, i just want different selections (baow, baow)
my bro spent 9k in a day
i just spent nine racks in a week (i did)
if i never went jail four times in a row then i would’ve been out in city, it’s peak
been out here for a week, no more receipts, bariis, and canteen sheets
we ain’t sortin’ sh-t, just pepper the beef
or i’ll wavе this wand with elegancy
them man can’t shoot, thеy aim at the sky first
i’m p-ssed at danny ‘cah all now, still ain’t done me a lightwork
but it weren’t his fault, i was in jail, so when i stepped out, man had to lay my verse (i had to)
so we sing and switch, it’s featured, they didn’t know that the kid was diverse, ayy, f-ck that
spot that, who’s that? fat joe, lean back
two car, six man, four shank, three waps
ain’t shot one drop, three fled, one lost
neighbours wake up, gunshot, alarm clock
live o, park up, one swing, red top
i put the dots at the top of his canerows
god said, “no”, so it didn’t dump off
the scars that i gave made a man jump off
i missed out on a hundred bags last august
this year, i missed out on one-five o
the label’s tellin’ bro that i’m gucci
i ain’t gon’ worry ’bout when i come home
see the man not make it home to his mother
but like b-lovee, if you know then you know
and i ain’t gotta say names on tracks
just go ask my opps how i do on a roll
i’m slidin’ school time, watch out for the infants
if it ain’t face shot, aim at his head back
zigzags lookin’ like lisa simpson
lord, have mercy, i need forgiveness
hands on hands, that’s funny
my bro has eyes all over the district
professor x, i ain’t gotta move this work, tryna hit a man’s chest from a distance
had to ask my man where he’s from
i’m still p-ssed ‘cah he never answered honestly
anywhere that i see these yutes
that’s front open like old school wallabies
a b-tch said that she needs some sp-ce
she must be talkin’ astronomy
izzpot, man, you’re always likin’ my pics
why can’t you just follow me?
i caught a case, came out, went in, came out
don’t you find i’m out of this world?
i’m stuck in this cell, this weather is warm
my dumb neighbour keeps pressin’ his bell, it’s long
been a year since my man’s gone
instead of ridin’, they were releasin’ songs
on god, me and amz had juice on our tops
it was two vers’ seven, he still got chopped
in the field, lost my fizz (lost my fizz)
i can’t lie, i was p-ssed
but i can’t complain, i could’ve been out and high like drizz
in the field, i got spun
i can’t lie, i was p-ssed
but i can’t complain, i could’ve been out and high like drizz
creep, creep, creep, creep

- izzpot pressplay

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