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letra de 20 million views special - kemo

[verse 1: kemo]

is the street life worthy?
mum’s son looking at 30
just for the ends to know you’re certi
nigga it’s a jungle ain’t a wave when i turf b
name rings bells, got the newham girls thirsty but firstly
nude but was looking like hershey’s
trap line fire and my nigga from nursery
used to rock string belts
now it’s all hermès
paint scratching coupes like demolition derbies ya heard me
oh, say it’s beef from early
now i’m whipping white girls molly [?] charlie
my last [?] roberto cavalli
like i’m in the market with this fruit and this barley
my niggas sit on birds like armani
10 do 5 for my dargy
baby mother misses him hardly
gorilla smoking trees looking safari
stain a 150 to my mummy

[verse 2: mover]

aim true with my gun out
knocking on doors but we ain’t playing run outs
believe when i tun up, suttin’s getting tun out
dargy i’m arrogant your shootings when the sun out
buss out, tricks soon come out
and then it’s back to this money ting
couple man getting wrapped up sunny jim
like we was really getting money in
my jeweler baffed every week we used to get another in
and another thing, i’m really on this bang bang shit this trap van damme kicks
real mash man shit
sitting at his yard with a fire ting cah donny got a price on him
dumb thoughts in my head
like ‘why’d you stab him shoulda corned him instead?’
he tried hop out, jump out, creep up
and got stabbed from his knees up, eediat
012 it was knightsbridge daily
ripping off diamond ap’s
yeah, them watches paid
a g was searching up the crib i had the hostage laid out
crep ting clean no play dirty
[?] in the beams on the 8:13
then all other members a black and white move turned blue like [?]

[verse 3: kemo]

and i was fully in the trap with the fiends, with some white boy raps like potter 16s
ice in the kettle no you won’t see steam
i got dreams like nas cos my vision’s triple beam
feds got tricky and the team
i was riding with the rusty rubber [?] mister sheen
for the sneakbo, how ya mean?
cats want the stones in my jeans said the stones in my jeans
every bill man i’m folding my p
young savs holding my g
and he will blow your shoulder out your tee
which other rappers hold it down for east
and fam i rarely hold it in the streets
seen a real nigga go capisce cah the judge wanna send his team to weeks
trap line fire iphone on discreet
niggas [?] on my beats and a program the shotty and a g
if life’s a b-tch i’m in it b-lls deep
try’na get rich before i sleep cah the paigons wanna take me off my feet
a mum without a son that’s peak, or just think i move recky with the heat
and let it boo boo boo boo bang like fekky’s on the beat

- kemo

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