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letra de g17 - one records (uk)

[intro: dezzie]
galore
you know, you know
kalani, i hate you
uh, uh
viper
yo

[chorus: dezzie & dz]
g17, of course i’m protected (you know, you know)
gang slide through unexpected (whoosh)
bro swung his blade and eject him (ayy, wet that)
luckily my man resurrected
stick on me, little stiff in my pants, uh (rise it, rise it)
of course it’s erecting
bad boy from the nizzy estate
buckin’ to opps, no way am i selectin’ (how?)
g17, of course i’m protected (you know, you know)
gang slide through unexpected (whoosh)
bro swung his blade and eject him (ayy, wet that)
luckily my man resurrected
stick on me, little stiff in my pants, uh (rise it, rise it)
of course it’s erecting
bad boy from the nizzy estate
buckin’ to opps, no way am i selectin’ (how?)
[verse 1: yf]
i made the heatwave, burn them and it’s kinda chingy (bun that)
i want two-pack, no biggie, but i’m still makin’ this p like diddy
and she knows i’m a bad boy, so this bad b-tch wanna get jiggy
jiggy on deck, got back and chest, won’t forget that her face is pretty (leng, leng, leng, leng)
won’t forget that her face is pretty, ’cause the gyaldem off this lizzy
ya zimme? (blu’) gotta get back to the trizzy
i’m gettin’ busy, they talk like siri, still get chilly
best go low when i bang this glizzy (baow, baow)
pop that sh-t, they know i’m fizzy
come correct, me step in nizzy (come correct, ya-yaow)

[verse 2: lowkey]
bill up, i bill me a spliff and light that (burn)
any pump man whip, i fly that
we k!lly them, in-out the four-door hatchback (bullet)
don’t have to tap that, man, i fly through, snap backs (bullet, bullet, bullet, bullet)
kung-fu chop that, brought the bruck back
[?] (trap)
big .44, no russian roulette, add six in the spinta
man stealth like ninja (stealth)
cuttin’ up your hands like splinter (grip)
no bruck, no ding dong
press the gas fast and we’re gone like sprinter (skrrt)
and we’re gone like, “zoom,” sweep them up with this [?] (bullet, bullet)
cl!ck-clack, mind your head upon [?] (bullet, bullet, bullet)
[chorus: dezzie & dz]
g17, of course i’m protected (you know, you know)
gang slide through unexpected (whoosh)
bro swung his blade and eject him (ayy, wet that)
luckily my man resurrected
stick on me, little stiff in my pants, uh (rise it, rise it)
of course it’s erecting
bad boy from the nizzy estate
buckin’ to opps, no way am i selectin’ (how?)
g17, of course i’m protected (you know, you know)
gang slide through unexpected (whoosh)
bro swung his blade and eject him (ayy, wet that)
luckily my man resurrected
stick on me, little stiff in my pants, uh (rise it, rise it)
of course it’s erecting
bad boy from the nizzy estate
buckin’ to opps, no way am i selectin’ (how?)

[verse 3: headie one]
(one) basic a hundred days and counting (turn, turn, turn, turn)
skip me a ten and took street like downing
racks full of yola, wrist full of diamonds (turn)
i shh on a moped, straight from the sirens (told me turn)
how many times did the corn get outed?
bro clutched up from far and hit him
dun’ already told ’em, “faith moves mountains” (oh my god)
i was poor like chowdhry
nowadays pound signs give me a hard on
g31, i’m on a moon like alfie (told me turn)
didn’t wanna get chipped out by the stardom (one)
that four and a half for the bando really had me feelin’ like narcos (narcos)
me and loose done lockdown
still thought bread was just on a road in harlow
[verse 4: bradz]
well the boss’ callin’ shots like marlow
m11 trips with brand new cargo
chop it, got it, flip that parcel (skrr, skrr, skrr)
i trap for the bread, yeah, i know about hard dough (trap, trap, trap, trap)
in the bando with socks out, [?]
i ain’t got numbers, not like barcode (nah, nah)
bent always used to fl!ck seven (fl!ck, fl!ck)
but now i do deals, score nine like ronaldo, dark mode
first time i slapped at man, put two hot ones in his back while he ran (grrt, baow, baow)
and before that? i first lined my shank with [?], came three in a back
d-mn, still got spread like jam (baow)
sleep it off, rise up, hold a medi
crick man down, pour henny (skrr, skrr)
g17, full cl!ck, man’s steady
free smoke in a three litre jeep, full pety (baow, baow)

- one records uk

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