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letra de p110 - k2, tana, rd, bigkay, redd & ceejay #djbiggosshot92 - p110media

[verse 1 – k2]
whipping up the food, yeah the room’s looking dusty
olders whipping food and then the youngers flying country
fifty pound a day, ten days, that’s a monkey
sleeping in a bruck down house with a junkie
olders send the younger up, i need me some more b
i don’t need the r’s, just bring me up fourteen
the wizzies moving calm but the bees are bringing more p
the nitty’s on drop-offs, i give him a score free
can’t ask for more, no nitty can extort me
in school i used to bang out the draws g
stretched out a q, f-ck seven, i make more g
used to sell sweets so that gave mе more p
but f-ck that, that’s a next story
hustle so hard all thе girls adore me
rubbing on the cl-t, i’ve got the b-tch moving naughty
older girls naughty, they’re f-cking with a shortie
trapping out the bendo
olders trimmed the crops and we’re just serving out the benzo
them o.t. trips, got beats up in my headphones
so probably on the phone to a pretty little redbone
plugging up, the food’s stamped on, no step stones
weekdays hitting cunch, two packs of z’s bro
your olders ain’t got a cunch line, that’s dead bro
pictures with my verses, ain’t using no stencil
on a yardie vibe, i’m mixing vodka with my red bull
pouring up a likkle likkle chaser, i done said bro
tana that’s my said bro, been with me since the get-go
love him like a brother, i don’t love him like no step bro
and ceejay, he don’t really drive slow
p-ssed, i dropped my zoot, i told him “park up on the sideroad”
kick back, spark the zoot and then i let my eyes close
smelling like issey miyake on the high road
kicks like mr miyagi, i’m fly bro
but f-ck the fame, i just wanna live nice though
with the ap’s, cartier’s and that white gold
have your main b-tch turn into a side ho
[verse 2 – tana]
‘010, i had a good year
i was chilling, rolling round with them hood brehs
robbing and shotting, never stingy cause we would share
little bad youts, never catch us paying bus fare
youngest in my group, if it’s beef then i’m stood there
bad mind frame, if i die then i won’t care
came a long way from sitting in my pushchair
ain’t wigged a n-gga but my older g’s have touched hair
violation family, hood safe from birth
family was first, never robbing out my mom’s purse
always on dirt, from an age i was a monster
didn’t know about the gucci or the moncler
knew about tracksuits with them dumpers
so don’t tell me bout road, i’ve been road since a young sperm
feds had my g’s in the bin doing long terms
four do two and my g on some long bird
heaven had a telephone
i’d ring my g’s, tell ’em that i miss ’em loads
my heart’s done broke, turning locc, turn ’em on my own
reminiscing on the past, got me in a different zone
there for your fam cah they’re thinking when’s he coming home?
not gonna lie i’m still thinking when it’s coming home
keep a place there for me, i dunno where imma go
reminiscing on the times we was up in studio
made couple bangers, my dargs dem are due to blow
depz told me “keep at it”, knows that i’m soon to blow
shamz told me “when we blow, every day we’re gonna smoke”
every day we’re sh-gging hoes, yeah no stacking bro
listen, ‘012 it was a madness
can you picture it like a canvas?
blazing bare bud, feeling high like a lantern
standard, robbing man’s wraps, getting flake like dandruff
up to no good, no n-ggas here are b-st-rds
beef ting, enemies would bounce like a mattress
beef ting, eating n-ggas up like an angus
when i lost kai fam i swear it was a sad death

- p110media

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