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letra de tim westwood crib session freestyle - sl

song #1: sl – gentleman]

[verse 1]
he said that’s ammi
that is ammi, but my amnes’ way more potent
i wanna fly away for a moment
i wanna say i dropped four bricks in the ocean
kit-kats forever phoning
they take a toke, and start zoning
they look at me, eyes chinese
and say “bring me in on your potion”
like, i was in demon bits
with some demon shanks, billing demon spliffs
and i was with a demon b-tch
doing demon sh-t on a demon d-ck
like manna move evil wid it
throw a pack over there, i wouldn’t leave it with him
i’m tryna be peaceful with it
got a couple problems, but i’m dealing with it
mum said i’ve lost the plot, at least i never lost my crop
last chick she p-ssed me off, yeah she love b-tch a lot
but she does the job, i bruk it out then send it off
i don’t trust a lot, there’s more than what they’re letting on
nuff times i’ve had the cops force me to park it off
nuff times i’ve seen a don, i do my dirt and laugh it off
ha, half hearted dons, finish what you started off
h-lla chitter-chatter when i back it you’ll be darting off
mum said “back by 10:00, there’s somewhere we need to go”
it’s 9:30 and i’m on the m-way, i doubt i’mma make it home
oh no, here we go, but i’m busy bagging my cro
gotta go to my drum, but i got buds
so let me just have a quick smoke
manna need a b-tch in my bedsheets
fling her the twi, tell her build something hefty
dead front, but the back came deadly
but don’t watch that a n-gga still done plenty
i knew this goon, way before you
now i hear this yute wan’ test me
asked bro “should i do what i do?”
he said “roll thru”, bro shoulda never let me

[hook]
i tell a b-tch be gentle
i’m tryna get the w-lly wonka special
i know i ain’t no gentleman
pull up crash, and i’m wetting ’em
dip, splash when i’m getting ’em
i’m valley bopping with elegance
ching, chang, i’m a veteran
your b-tch bad? that’s irrelevant

[verse 2]
like h-llo, you can call me s
you’ve probably heard of me
i got the pengest peng on the ends
i probably slang it out to your friends
i put in mad work for that bread
even civilians nearly got kweffed
weren’t tryna break chip off the r-ssclart blem
stepped in with the fluffiest food
your n-gga came in with his pack on mute
tell him put your hands in the air
put your packs in the air, let me rob that food
fresh home, i warned my goon
bout time man do up a few good moves
and you don’t even know that yute
don’t watch that, me and him soon hit booth
custard darling, just p-ssed it
asked bro how could he be so foolish
but the money keep calling
you got a bag of kwengs but your stack’s appalling
no love for an informant, i still swim deep in the opp boy waters
no love for an informant, i still swim deep in the opp boy waters

song #2: recky – never ft. sl prod. by yamaicaproductions

[intro]
never, like i don’t remember
loud to the brain (brain, brain)
all the talking got me all fed up
like, get ya bread up
like stepped in smooth not leather
like velvet shoes and sweaters
man’ll still step with the crew in whatever
like, never, like i don’t remember
loud to the brain (brain, brain)
all the talking got me all fed up
like, get ya bread up
like stepped in smooth not leather
like velvet shoes and sweaters
man’ll still step with the crew in whatever

[verse 1 – recky]
like what wetter
like man get drenched
like any weather
like screaming out sh-t he hench
hmm, it don’t matter
like bro got sh-t for the blaggers
nuff talking, ain’t got no manners
try come round here with no hammers
like f-ck that tho man get paid and i’ll do it on the back roads, nuff pack yo
like think about stam when i re on the pack tho
free el chapo
i got pain in my chest and pain in my back yo, tryna relax bro
but i can’t cos man is just re-ing a bag load
tryna get bank rolls
young n-gga talking, like, talking that cr-p so man just swing them, swing them to [?], like fling em in crack smokes
see what he does
like her better not run
i’m getting paid from that so
i’m so craven
like i’m so fat tryna get all my cakes in

[chorus – recky]
ayy, never, like i don’t remember
loud to the brain (brain, brain)
all the talking got me all fed up
like, get ya bread up
like stepped in smooth not leather
like velvet shoes and sweaters
man’ll still step with the crew in whatever
like, never, like i don’t remember
loud to the brain (brain, brain)
all the talking got me all fed up
like, get ya bread up
like stepped in smooth not leather
like velvet shoes and sweaters
man’ll still step with the crew in whatever

[verse 2 – sl]
long nights so cold
you wouldn’t know doing up roads in some cheesy toes
i’m the man with the am but i do roads with some cheesy crows
i bang and i bang, i bang and i bang and i bang for my bros
like wait, h-hold up a second
lemme talk this lemon
i wanna fly to another dimension
my buds dem glowing
you can see the reflection
i’m valley bopping but cellys my section
ayy, stepped in the party looking all cl-ssy now i gotta woof up a darky
now i got his mommy getting all barky, man say it weren’t me auntie
shoulda left the shh at the sharlys
had her on to me i said hardly
h-lla chitty chat he too talky
now i’m at war with a bengali

[chorus]
never, like i don’t remember
loud to the brain, (brain, brain)
all the talking got me all fed up
like, get ya bread up
like stepped in smooth not leather
like velvet shoes and sweaters
man’ll still step with the crew in whatever
like, never like i don’t remember
loud to the brain (brain, brain)
all the talking got me all fed up
like, get ya bread up
like stepped in smooth not leather
like velvet shoes and sweaters
man’ll still step with the crew in whatever

song #3 – tiggz (unknown t-tle) prod. by swavybeats

we ride out on your block
i rake it in on my block
we take rich we don’t stop
we disrespectin’ your block
we disrespectin’ your thots
can’t no man come back from his watch
where’s this grub i don’t give a toss
please don’t be stupid, i don’t fall in love i ain’t cupid
we see the road i abuse it
i ain’t got skeng but don’t use it
come to the woods then you’re stupid
man get the work then i move it
i’m runnin’ to the riches, you don’t wanna see my hitters
n-ggas f-ckin’ know me, [?] if you didn’t
for takin a loss, but my n-ggas f-ckin’ winnin’
we keep sinnin’, you keep singin’
i might judge his b-tch like i love takin’ women
my bro’s missin’, the clock’s tickin’
though you must be mad if you think that i’m tickin’
[?} has a lot, big dotties what he’s dingin’
though i get the pack, turn on my phone and make a k!llin’
them man love to chat they do not bang they move like women
man trap trap cos i love cash
that b-tch said she loves man
bake off while i smoke am’
why you here if you’re not gang?
trap trap that’s mishmash, back it out and watch man dash
slippery..look, leave me, your b-tch on me, and she just want the gg
pack on me, that sh-t gone by 3, g
and kodak b, i’m smokin’ on that broccoli
ey migos b, ey got your b-tch to jeer for me
sweep man cause he try run, love a b-tch with a nice bum
out ere it ain’t fun, …when jakes come
i stash my pack when i bake off, recksy got it taped off
do the road tryna make lots…low loss
i keep it simple, burst man like a pimple
your b-tch is like a trap house, we just in and out get a new b-tch
man just get a pack in, flip the pack out and get new chips
on who? not on me, man buggin’ out or he stupid
strapped up like bungees, man might go buy new sh-t
b-tches, they love me, can’t love hoes i ain’t stupid
ey, i’m actually out here you n-ggas actin’ up
sad enough, catch ’em and lap ’em and they stab him up, slash him up
rappin’ and trappin’ to get my money up, addin’ up
never be lackin’ you need to pattern up

song #4: yt (unknown t-tle)

(inaudible)

song #5: recky – tryna get cake

song #6: sl – them boyz

[hook]
them boy there talk
them boy there nerds
ain’t done no dirt
watch where you walk
my hooters lurk
they’ll back it first
them boy they’re fools
i flood the curb
i f-cked his bird
gimme a call
i still flip this work
i’m made to serve

[verse 1]
sitting in the trap just me and you
said you a bad one baby roll through (come over)
she loving what we do me and my goons
i got cotton mouth b-tch gimme a juice
f-cks sake b-tch give me your food
what happens when you ain’t got jimmy’s in your room?
f-cks sake b-tch give me your food
what happens when you ain’t got jimmy’s in your room?

[verse 2]
can’t tell me about paigons, my waigons really get got
dat yute ain’t been touched, cos i’ve never seen that don
i be linkin out shots all day, but i still find time for my block
said they came to the ends, nah they went ten pin, half hearted opps
b-tch gave me slops in the cemetery, that was some devilish blows
my kitty just called my phone, said that was some devilish crow but now i’m in a devilish mood, f-ck that i’m in a devilish zone
cah n-ggas want lie on the goons, don’t worry, i’ll soon get the devilish chrome
grimmer want do it in cunch, me and camz shot shop on the road
you know me i do road with the longest, in squad with the ting that folds

- sl

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