Bro wanna step Can’t think twice, put rap on holding, get in that ride Don't swing no arms, like Kimbo Slice Online they're bad, real life they shy Mention C30 we did him up twice Snow got all in his head like lice We show man about demon time Suttin’ turned ghost on a Halloween night If it's up, then stuck, what we talking about? Creep through the bush, we ain't walking around 6 man dead we the talk of the town My old ting's light, new ting's brown If I catch up, saucing it down Anything K, we ain't sorting it out I can't take no lip from Clapham, cah you taking the piss Gang walked it down Step and step 'till our feet feel sore They trynna say, that they winning the beef The cheek is peak, go check that score Everyone knows this war We put loads of em’ yutes in morgues Slip - get clicked or your t-shirt torn And bro got the hammer like Thor New Park Road that’s hammers got law Home or away, either way gang's scoring I ain’t even had no shows on thoughts But gang still doing up touring Spin and spin till the wheels get nauseous Pause it, have many man went snorkeling We the reason them man keep mourning You can't tell me a block we ain't sorted Bro just put him in the air like Jordan Don't pull no stunts, cah we ain’t on stunting Bro just hit him with a car Then I see from far, so I creeped and plunged him Them two man step watch N1 stuff it Hop out, bet I see bareman running Of course he's cutting, he knows I'll cut him Step back let me load this suttin' One wrong move and we'll press that button 3 in a year, gangs takin' the piss We get bored and we're taking a trip Pattern my phone, pattern my clothes Last not least man pattern them things He ain't scored no points I ain't takin' him in Bars sound good but he's faking the ting He ain't ever put blade in the skin Let alone let it the rain or shake in the 6 Get a drop, roll up, let's catch him Solly tried run - no way, so we packed him How many man have we got from Clapham Spin this coupe, no way I'm on chattings I'll just hop out the ride and splash it Back to the block and burn my fabric I know NutNut's having a tantrum No more Perm at the family gatherings
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Bro wanna step
Can’t think twice, put rap on holding, get in that ride
Don't swing no arms, like Kimbo Slice
Online they're bad, real life they shy
Mention C30 we did him up twice
Snow got all in his head like lice
We show man about demon time
Suttin’ turned ghost on a Halloween night
If it's up, then stuck, what we talking about?
Creep through the bush, we ain't walking around
6 man dead we the talk of the town
My old ting's light, new ting's brown
If I catch up, saucing it down
Anything K, we ain't sorting it out
I can't take no lip from Clapham, cah you taking the piss
Gang walked it down
Step and step 'till our feet feel sore
They trynna say, that they winning the beef
The cheek is peak, go check that score
Everyone knows this war
We put loads of em’ yutes in morgues
Slip - get clicked or your t-shirt torn
And bro got the hammer like Thor
New Park Road that’s hammers got law
Home or away, either way gang's scoring
I ain’t even had no shows on thoughts
But gang still doing up touring
Spin and spin till the wheels get nauseous
Pause it, have many man went snorkeling
We the reason them man keep mourning
You can't tell me a block we ain't sorted
Bro just put him in the air like Jordan
Don't pull no stunts, cah we ain’t on stunting
Bro just hit him with a car
Then I see from far, so I creeped and plunged him
Them two man step watch N1 stuff it
Hop out, bet I see bareman running
Of course he's cutting, he knows I'll cut him
Step back let me load this suttin'
One wrong move and we'll press that button
3 in a year, gangs takin' the piss
We get bored and we're taking a trip
Pattern my phone, pattern my clothes
Last not least man pattern them things
He ain't scored no points I ain't takin' him in
Bars sound good but he's faking the ting
He ain't ever put blade in the skin
Let alone let it the rain or shake in the 6
Get a drop, roll up, let's catch him
Solly tried run - no way, so we packed him
How many man have we got from Clapham
Spin this coupe, no way I'm on chattings
I'll just hop out the ride and splash it
Back to the block and burn my fabric
I know NutNut's having a tantrum
No more Perm at the family gatherings
Bn
Find out who you are
Are you a friend or foe to AI
l describe myself with a native eye
That covers everything including the dye
l just dip my toe in like hasselhoff
Dont cross dumbledore or gorbachev
You've lost your pie
lnvesting in restaurants