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lirik lagu c1 & lower tulse hill (lth) - slums (remix)

[intro: ma]
moneyevery on the track
pull up on your’ block, what’s goodie?
pull up on your’ block, what’s goodie?

[verse 1: c1]
free the hill, that’s real sh~t (word)
long time, man been round here
where the faces drop
when we pull up in the brix’ (when we pull up)
that day, suttin’ coulda gotta fished
if only the feds weren’t nosy pigs (weren’t nosy)
man’s been on the opp block lurking
2 peds up, tryna splash these pr~cks (trynna’ splash them)
did you see what tulse done?
jump out the ride in the raq and shh got whigged (shh, shh)
that’s some dangerous sh~t
it is what it is
25 stuffed to the brim (just full up)
know things out here happening
why is the hill such a heated strip (too hot)
2 bells on the dots just roasting
ready to blast and bite out skin (ay, do him)
my guys ain’t nuttin like them boy
and them boy ain’t nuttin like man (they ain’t)
i’m beefing guys that pree we
see we in flesh and drop their shanks (fassies)
and how many man have ran (how many?)
i got rusts that work with wrays
and i got rusts that work with amm’
these man weren’t out from early
i dont even know how they’re screaming gang (how?)
them man there do it for the gyal
reality check, who have you shanked? (no~one)
them man there won’t fly o
reality check is the pack even banked (it’s not)
do 4s for the price of 1
live corn round here
we ain’t throwing no blanks
got shots spinning round like a yo~yo
past tense that spinner done span
[verse 2: b1]
it’s cold out ‘ere on the streets (freezing)
so [?] i’m outta’ here serving tt to the fiends (that’s peng)
i just got a call on the phone
merlin sayin’ the buj was clean (smooth)
one call, man rise up
that’s whole lotta’ redrum on the scene (bow)
ding~whip 2.3
pull up, handbrake turn on your’ g~s (skrr)
yeah i’m really down for the cause
just ching~ching~ching, yeah i wanna’ see him bleed
sweet one’s on me, she wanna’ do me cah’ i’m an lt
sweet one’s on me, she wanna’ do me cah’ i’m an lt
it’s all mad my g (nuts)

[verse 3: bonsam]
who’s on who? (who?)
who’s on us?
we bang and we trap
we serve to the fiends then we add it all up (f~ck the feds)
with the [?] (come on)
my hand’s all dirt, from doin’ this dirt
and bangin’ that dust (from work)
i’m trynna’ get [?] off this rust
in the raq trynna’ hit ’em with the rust (bow)
my mom thinks i’m nuts
for all the times she seen me in cuffs (crazy)
these n~ggas, they’re b~tches
they roll with their’ fishers and run with their’ dippers (wagwan for these yutes?)
we~we rap non~fiction, them man talk fiction
cuz they have no wisdom (they’re washed, they’re washed)
[verse 4: g41]
come to the party (come)
man come armed (armed)
step with a vest, that [?] your’ chest
you get chinged with this anglo~arms (ching)
this dotts might take off his arm (boom)
step with stainless, trynna’ turn you famous
might get you chinged out your’ trainers
still catch 7 up for the neighbours (neighbours)
cut thru’, smelling like flavours
gelati i still spray that fragrance (lati)
me, two l~s, lurk two 12~s
red tape blocks with sh~lls
anything green i see
4~s out trynna’ crash that scene (.44)
lurk with this bruck, no beam
no bally on so they know it’s me (they know)
young boys doin’ bank in kway
eatin’ nothing but takeaway
in the field we can fence today
no~one there to save the day
put 6 in the vvs
you couldn’t put a [?]
but you wan’ act for gyal and impress
splash on me still get man drenched
15~s out, best make that fence
loads of the savages missing
they ain’t gonna see this summer (listen)
in the field still keep it one hunna’ (facts)
still get around with this six~shot pumper
lack on the curb, put man on a shirt (boom)
put like six in his jumper
trynna’ put man six under
[verse 5: ma]
pics on tops when i lurk with bro
calling her bae? she the local hoe
skeet in her face, send her home
15 inch and an ancient pole
f~ck with the opps? guaranteed smoke
trap 24~s, i’m down for the cause
no way i’m tryna’ be poor
i got the best of both and they know
i don’t text him, it just goes
that’s more money, more poles
never spend that on a hoe
i learned that sh~t from big bro
that’s sy you should know
wise man with this smoke
won’t think twice to let go
bd, yeah that’s bro
i love him, and he knows (fam’)
that’s a question, he just froze
cuz he knows how the lt~s step
dilligent set, head, back, belly or neck
no way that we doin’ up legs (no)
not me or any of my friends
lt, man really run the ends
crash peds, can’t tell me i’m a gem
gunshot, i’ll aim for his head (bow)
send him off, i don’t need no ref’
bad b, all i want is head
put on clothes about s~x instead
free up bros locked up in pen
fl!ck knives, get more than drenched
that’s [?] stab when i dig his head
lth what i f~cking rep
don’t talk ’bout smoke, five bells to the pole
and you still couldn’t rise that, p~ssy
young boys on bikes, trynna’ take lives
you know i don’t f~ck with no rookies
dont be bright, play your’ cards right
that’s more than holes in your’ hoodie
pull up on your’ block, what’s goodie?

[outro: ma]
pull up on your’ block, what’s goodie?
pull up~pull up on your’ block, what’s goodie?
pull up on your’ block, what’s goodie?
pull up~pull up on your’ block, what’s goodie?

- lirik lagu c1 lower tulse hill lth

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