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letra de #rapattack - kb (uk)

[verse 1 – kb]
i can spit a sixty-four, f-ck it shall i add it on?
while i’ve still got bars, f-ck it i’ll carry on
listen i never done a shooting with no bally on
never had a chick that sucks d-ck and didn’t pass it on
if there’s a table full of straps i bet i’m grabbing one
and i ain’t kicking but i’m shooting like sessegnon
there ain’t a n-gga i would beef i wouldn’t press it on
i’m from a block where a whole heap of vets be on
and that’s b12 but shout out winson green
cause all my n-ggas touch skin like maybelline
they’re running fast, getting gassed, tryna chase a dream
while you chase dragons like a fiend, brudda how you mean?
this ain’t pool, boys k!ll ’em with no extra livеs
i’m tryna make the barrel shakе like it’s petrified
he might roll but he ain’t mandem unless he rides
i heard they want beef, started laughing until i cried
we ain’t playing like we roll the dice
take aim, turn you poltergeist
looney’s still locked but when he lands g he’s over nice
so if we can buy three then let me know the price
cause f-ck being in a cell, even overnight
and twenty bags wasn’t nothing, i made that overnight
i tell blakez “roll the weed cah the dank’s potent”
he’s got me screaming “f-ck n-ggas” like frank ocean
but sometimes it gets peak cah i drop the ting
wanna fight potter? this ain’t a pool but we’re jumping in
i tell a brudda suck his mum, thinks he’s running tings
and if your girl knows don, probably done a ting
turn around back shot, riding like ascot
treat that p-ssy like casino, tryna hit the jackpot
[verse 2 – potter payper]
i’m still eating with my family, nan let the dan free
i’m back up on my bullsh-t
this rap sh-t’s ben drew, sh-t i mean it’s plan b
had to get my head set, now i get it hands free
potter still tan a white girl like zante
dad’s algerian, grew up in a shanty
i was on the block side, running on the backstreets
posted on the wing, jailhouse canteen
anti, never let my nan sleep
don’s mum said i was a bad breed
used to rob with frankie
b-tches used to diss now i’m a bit of what they fancy
one finger have a jezzy screaming like banshee
mummy made my dad leave, money made my man scheme
trap don’t stop, i don’t sleep, i don’t have dreams
had to buck francine
hit her with the picture, the bobby and it ran clean
bonafide ess-x boy, potter i am that reem
f-ck fat joe, i’m fat p, i’ll make your back lean
i gotta get it, trap team
trapping out of five spots, i ain’t on crimewatch
but you can bet your life that the line pops
holla at my guy, six nil, get the white washed
them boys violate, i ride round there with the lights off
and i ain’t gotta say no more, it’s a write-off
i ain’t gotta say no more, now they wanna know what i’m on
who i robbed, what i done
me i’m on your iphone, your ipad, your ipod
fam i talk mulah, money in my dialogue
fam i talk mulah, money in my dialogue
but there ain’t no more weight or rosé in here
no papi chulo, no jose in here
[verse 3 – potter payper]
too much years in jail, they say i’ve gone mad
’08, i was running wild with my don strapped
that’s why they call me potter, n-ggas know where my wand’s at
forty for a long, i’ll have it kicking like ong-bak
jakes wan’ harass me so i take backstreets
pagans wanna catch me so i keep it b-llsed off
catch me, i’ll make you bullet boy like ashley
now i’m tryna mash p, push white smash b
tryna cop the drop top, two smoking barrels and a lock stock
line ringing nonstop, firing
grind like i grinded, the grind gets tiring
mummy said “you made your bed, son you gotta lie in it”
it got me flying o.t., eight-twelve force b
big spliff peng cheese, beema bentley benz p’s

- kb uk

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