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letra de walthamstow - ridla (malistrip)

[intro]
ay young swisher, roll up

[verse 1]
yeah we’re haunted
my n-gga lost it, don’t taunt him
stay humble rude boy don’t flaunt
cah now i’m at your home and it’s oh so awkward
the plug came short, nah this ain’t what i ordered
[?] allow the recording
bodies drop like leaves it’s red autumn
take your spot all the catties dem draw dem
it’s a warning
just like a whopper how one patty got bun two times
yo my man looks just like a opper
we’re cruising i got my seat on recline
my n-gga h moves just like a bomber
[?] and risked his life
my other n-gga a a master choppеr, if he finds your crop ain’t sh-t getting left bеhind
all these [?] you know it’s f-cking [?]
this ain’t drip this runs like hoes
but really i couldn’t give a f-ck ’bout clothes
the knife on my hip 2 ft like [?]
how many pr-cks been touched, who knows?
if you ask gang, no we ain’t involved
one thing that i know, it will never be solved
we’ll send you quick to the sky like jones
two man four knives, my n-ggas love swinging and aiming for eyes
me, i just act like i’m blind my broski’s wrong but to me he’s right
we have lonely nights, all alone just me and my phone
the plug didn’t lower his price so i took whats his and made it my own
you will get touched up in walthamstow
[hook]
let me tell you where my heart is
it’s in walthamstow
you don’t wanna get flagged up as a target
the hoods small, got the tightest roads
my town got the longest market
[?] run don’t slip up, no
he got laid out flat like carpet, he’d be grateful to make it home

[verse 2]
he’d be grateful to make it home
the king of drilling?
then give my n-gga the throne, does it all on his own
in my pouch it ain’t fitting so i stand with an awkward pose
only time i’m grinning is when i see shillings
being broke nah i won’t condone
the [?] weren’t with him, the opps ain’t living
my towns small no saftey it’s long
we got opps either side of the borough, and they’re both as washed as each other
two different sets try ride on us, how funny, they both got grieving mothers
we’re the mali’s take your cover, hide your crop and hide your b-tch
keep an eye on them undercovers, late night hiding behind these tints
do you know that greed can get you bored
i spend my own prof with you and you’ve got the cheek to ask for more
[?] galore t-shirts get torn
it’s [?] in the winter, it’s warm
keep an eye on them uniforms
i keep my knife on me cah i’d rather get bagged than have my mother mourn
them man some gems, market bop just me and my friend
that’s either a baby fl!cky or a rambo knife with length
if i hate khanzir, i’m dodging piggies
glasses on disguise i blend
i ain’t never seen no one so busy, [?] tapped he ain’t got no sense only aims at heads
[hook]
let me tell you where my heart is
it’s in walthamstow
you don’t wanna get flagged up as a target
the hoods small, got the tightest roads
my town got the longest market
[?] run don’t slip up, no
he got laid out flat like carpet, he’d be grateful to make it home
let me tell you where my heart is
it’s in walthamstow
you don’t wanna get flagged up as a target
the hoods small, got the tightest roads
my town got the longest market
[?] run don’t slip up, no
he got laid out flat like carpet, he’d be grateful to make it home

- ridla malistrip

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