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letra de robbie fowler - smokey l8

[chorus]
i said i was gonna be minutes but you know i might be hours
and we don’t borrow no straps my darg cause the 9 is ours
i’ve been up all night, out at the time so the wifey’s sour, yeah
but she don’t know someone’s gonna get bunned like a 5g tower
bro, we’s there on the opp block with the dot-dot, dem man are like “‘low us”
n-ggas ain’t selling no bud nah n-ggas ain’t cutting no powder
and if you f-ck with the pound then the n-ggas in your back yard f-cking up flowers
make a man know about scousers, two shotguns in the trousers

[verse 1]
yeah, man just aim where your scalp is
set man alight like douse him
i leave mans head like a dolphin, thought i was gonna say fountain
mac 10 shoot off surroundings, smoke like bob if you’re clowning
and if man want the clout get to clouting
hop out the whip, stop frowning
yeah, been on the modes with the ounces
weave in and out like brownings
yeah, been in and out them houses dreaming about them thousands
man get robbed like fowler, send man off like a fouler
i swear the ends got fouler
man marios like bowser
yeah, marios like bowser
got more food than salsa
when i fly them birds like marlow
yeah i had the trap spot in harlow
i see man drop them counters
if i see man’s girl i’ll shout her
clout her
tryna know more about her, ayy
[chorus]
i said i was gonna be minutes but you know i might be hours
and we don’t borrow no straps my darg cause the 9 is ours
i’ve been up all night, out at the time so the wifey’s sour, yeah
but she don’t know someone’s gonna get bunned like a 5g tower
bro, we’s there on the opp block with the dot-dot, dem man are like “‘low us”
n-ggas ain’t selling no bud nah n-ggas ain’t cutting no powder
and if you f-ck with the pound then the n-ggas in your back yard f-cking up flowers
make a man know about scousers, two shotguns in the trousers

[verse 2]
yeah, bring it, man will swing it
take off your head like bin lids
i done bare time in the sin bin
bro’s got metal like tintin
all i do is grin and win
man are old school like shindigs
yo i got clippers that trim wigs
did you really think to begin with
yeah, move right to get left
man i grab him by his neck and swing him
young bucks in love with the chinging
n-gga, t-line keeps on ringing
i stepped in the t, all minging
got that beer, homer simpson
n-gga f-ck the cid
put man in a spliff and billed them
l8 thugs just stepped in the building
l8 thugs we’re the sickest of children
from toxteth to kilburn
we done popped them blocks and k!lled them
we done got them socks and filled them
we done got them locks and peeled them
i’ll rock man’s head
[?]
ayy, step to the left, get cheffed
got a big boy ting, if i aim this ting bare man’ll get queffed
n-gga on the field with no ref
front line strip, no bench
i come out the pen, wasn’t hench
but i still leave bare man’s t-shirt drenched
l8 n-gga that’s ending
talking 10s when we’re copping bends
n-gga done got your friends
had man tripping, hopping the fence
tripping off of the lem
if it don’t make dough then it don’t make sense
ayy. if you don’t make dough then you don’t make sense

- smokey l8

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