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letra de violent members - mylo (uk)

[intro: blocka]
put on my mask and gloves, i’m riding
he best hope i don’t find him
talking all this wass on the net
like gang won’t pull up and slice him

[verse 1: blocka]
i ain’t gotta lie on none of these beats
my whole hood can vouch for me
when shh start speaking, talking sh-t
the whole of the gang had to hide o.t
my girl don’t like when i’m holding the whoosh
but she knows what’s good
i’ll get down numerous guys with my rambo
don’t test me, i’ll get it back in blood
i’m surrounded by violent members
and we got f-cking tempers
violate one of my brothers
we’ll get round there with bad intentions
i’m in the bando, i’m heating up
none of these dons can beef with us
and if you got a problem, speak it up
we got big mash with sweets in ’em
what you know bout breaking opps
and taking crops? don’t think you’re ready
i ran into my man’s yard
he had ten bands there right under the settee
let’s talk about drillings and points
or let’s talk about making bands
shh got shot in his neck, stabbed in his leg
i think he ain’t making plans
they try claim i got stabbed in my neck
and i died on snap, are they f-cking crazy?
they try claim i got stabbed in my neck
and i died on snap, are they f-cking crazy?
[chorus: blocka & mylo]
ayo mylo
ayo blocka
f-ck the feds and the soca
free my k!llers out the wocka
wanna get my hands on the chopper
i been shooting but i’m a shotta
when i ride out, do it proper
get duppied, i’m a rock blocker

[verse 2: mylo]
try dead me, are you cray?
stabbings, bootings broad day
push it in on four plates
big dinners and they’re gourmet
whip, whip, i whip that
straight drop with no mixture
that’s no maj and no liquor
take a z my boy, f-ck a picture
i can’t hear no sh-t on my name
now i come to sh-t on the game
good prices for a brick of the flake
i want money, not a bit of the fame
they’re fugazi, don’t show your face
i hit l!cks and don’t leave a trace
bally on me, i don’t leave a case
f-ck the four-four, i detonate
i got beef round there and there
i go strapped up anywhere
i phone bro, he’s nowhere near
like “i need more corn, you got any there?”
i rob shottas all over the gaff
back-to-back stash yards and flats
no run backs, why you calling man?
n0body’s here, i’m schooling man
duppied him, told him suck his mum
everyone knows what the f-ck we on
first burner was a hand-me-down
it was cherished but it was a rusty one
war is war and time will tell
if bro glides, i glide as well
got big dot-dots and smoky bells
make money, i’m smoking l’s
[pre-chorus: blocka]
put on my mask and gloves, i’m riding
he best hope i don’t find him
talking all this wass on the net
like gang won’t pull up and slice him

[chorus: blocka & mylo]
ayo mylo
ayo blocka
f-ck the feds and the soca
free my k!llers out the wocka
wanna get my hands on the chopper
i been shooting but i’m a shotta
when i ride out, do it proper
get duppied, i’m a rock blocker

- mylo uk

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