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letra de don’t get me started (remix) - ls (hoxton)

[intro]
(ayy, thomas, why the beat so cold?)
(recoil mixed this baby)
(ayo, sp-wn, go on)
huh, huh, huh

[lil slipz: verse 1]
don’t even get me started (what?)
when i walk through the block, i feel like the man, it feels like a n-gga just charted
my n-gga doubler will clart him (uh uh)
out on a ride, got the 9m dancin’
my bro got a bird like partridge (free him up)
but they got him locked in raven (free him up)
t slipz got nicked for the shavin’
eighteen years, but his lawyer just saved him (yeah)
watch out for the nosy neighbours (uh)
i can’t afford me a raid (nah)
i’m in the bando with tiny slipz, i’m in cunch, we’re far away (ay kway out)
i dashed that pack ’cause i just saw jakes (ay dash that)
i can’t afford to be in the cage
my block goes dead every time i’m away

[kwengface: verse 2]

i’m vietnamese
don’t get me started, slipz just mashed up a opp in thameside
had us in isis laughing
free st that’s my broski told him, these time ain’t lasting
man gave him a trim like dele [?]
nah he didn’t need no barbers
nah he didn’t need no
stepped onto the wing who’s onto the zone? no?
done me a drill was it me or bro?
man put my foot down 110 on the mots
stepped on the floors ain’t nuttin but volts
— took one to the throat, —- took one to the dome
fifteen hundred we been on smoke
[lil slipz: chorus]
huh, huh, don’t even get me started
i just flew off my bike cah i saw one yute, now the 9 millimetre dancin’
me and doubler locked down on the wing, couldn’t wait till the mandem’s chartin’
i just flew off my bike, cheffed up a opp, went back to the bando laughin’
huh, huh, don’t even get me started
i just flew off my bike cah i saw one yute, now the 9 millimetre dancin’
me and doubler locked down on the wing, couldn’t wait till the mandem’s chartin’
i just flew off my bike, cheffed up a opp, went back to the bando laughin’

[unknown t: verse 3]

don’t even get me started, them man held corn cah we started blasting
shank on hip but the 9 millimetre made the yardman der scream what the rhated
don’t loose or lack in a whip cah suttin got put in a casket
best back your mash cah my n-ggas gon aim and bark it man how your talking
this beef ain’t done yeah bring all the surrons out near hoxton market
my homerton niners still tryna free all the lifers, who hit the target?

- ls hoxton

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