lirik lagu headie one & 36 (uk) - different sorts
[intro: 36]
(ayy, madenka)
(shh, shh, shh, shh, shh)
(tut, tut, tut, tut)
bow
[verse 1: 36]
i remember when i brought that shotty
it f~cked up my re and i’ll do it again
i had it on top in my grandma’s shed
i got a .38 live in fernlodge and i got a .32 in my x
with the trappin’, it gets me vexed
‘cah i hate when cats ain’t loyal, my hair went back, he’s the argyle oils
come ’round wheelin’, lettin’ off men
bap, bap, bow
recoil it then do it again, bap, bap, bow
i got loads of ammunition, got a shoe box filled with lead
tell my young g’s “mind who you bring ’round here, if he’s funny, i’ll pepper your friend”
my first bootin’ i done, i shot my man in [?]
made ~~~~ move off m’s, we’ll run man down with one in thе head
then we linеd up ~~~~ in streatham, back that trap and took man’s zeds
i could talk ’bout ~~~~, but it gets intense
now f~ck that, shot my man in his back and ran
little old me was a mess, i shot my man and i thought he was dead
paid fifty pound per corn, no way, would’ve waste that sh~t on a leg
as a little me but i’m grown now, still tell boss man “give me the legs”
had six on me and i was live, walkin’ around like i ain’t got sense
[interlude: headie one]
(ayy, madenka)
yo, turnt, yo
[verse 2: headie one]
extended clip, i don’t know how to trust
we’re out here playin’ real life snakes and ladders
it’s been long time man’s been rappin’, stole me an s and they saw what’s happenin’
i could do them walks on the hills, but in the trench i’m tapped in
my young boys want what the darg on the opp block [?]
ot [?] if i done better with the seagulls
but i never played for brighton
live with the bine, what they know ’bout rebels?
full clips like charlie chaplain
they was out hidin’, one got flapped in
ever seen a man turn typhon?
i’m tryna get hyped up, bossman dlow, could you put on a deal though?
shotgun was my first, bro i swear i was callin’ it brooklyn beckham
gotta thank god for progression, shaved up ~~~~ but i could’ve just left him
really put a two point five for a hand ting, that was really for brexit
back then we ain’t had much bread but oils, need some pallets
yo, really thought all the conspiracies all we would need is some credit
and way before all of the german ding~dongs, all we would need is an engine
and way before bro got the .20 wreckin’, induction way we was doin’ up [?]
ever had jake’s give all of the smokes
they ain’t got no chest but could do some fencin’
[outro]
(ayy, madenka)
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