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letra de next up - s4-e26 - young ls

[verse]
aggressive with the fist, little knuckle on the wrist
do a fl!ck, gets p-ssed if i pull up with the stick
i’m born to take a risk, and you know i never miss
and we hate, never rate, but you know they never diss
and i’ll always reminisce, yeah me brothers, oh i’m p-ssed
so i’m f-cked and i’m tapped, but i’m blessed he gave me this
now i’m rappin’ with me spliff, and me life’s took a twist
and i do it for me mum, for me ring and me sis
but i’m f-cking with resist, bipolar proper swiff
flip a block, spend a quid, then it’s back to being p-ssed
goin’ sick, write a list, all the kids i wanna kick
then i think once again, triple six talkin’ this
so i’m slow to show ’em bliss, i’m a flow just want a twist
like mike i’m proper swiff, throw-a right now he’s kipped
and i’m laughing ’cause we sick, a tap little kid
i wanna go to bank, but i can’t ’cause i’m skinned
so i’m rollin’ with a mask, no cash, an a spliff
i’m totin’ on the fritz, that’s the apple pass the mitz
’cause the apple, yeah, it hits, like a fighter yeah it kicks
few tokes now i’m whiffed, now i’m up like a l!ck
caught a jam now a strip, job done, that’s the strip
get it solved, get a quid, another day in the mix
i want a rollie on the wrist, so i’m smokey, like i miss
got gucci on the list, want prada as me kicks
valentino lookin’ sick, and the fendi lookin’ lit
i’ma write till i’m rich, in the light, on the pitch
on the snipe like i’m swish, and i’m live like i’m twitch
another guy, another b-tch, another lie, another snitch
that mouth keep it zipped, loose lips sink ships
i’m the captain of the slip, i got waps on me hip
cali pack build a spliff, blue zushi in a whip
got the henny, take a sip, mix the benny that’s a pip
stay switch never slip, see plot so we dip
blue lights like a crip, got the weed from the snip
treat the weed like its drip, smoke the weed since a kid
so i read like i’m mid, and i’m centred ’cause i’m lit
i’m the captain on the pitch, roy keem, when i’m p-ssed
i’m an angry little sh-t, got me bally with me, equipped
call me stally on the shift, now i’m rappin’ it’s a gift
little milly hits a quiff, in the boof talk the mic
just spin it like a brick, and i bang it like a chick
and i fight it with me fists, yeah, the p-ssy weggie fl!ck
so i’m off ’cause i’m sick, and i’ll see ya in a bit
’cause i’m young and f-cking lit, and i’m sticking like i’m spit

- young ls

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