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23 unofficial - day 2 lyrics

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didn’t think he would but he musta
cah the ye go but nothing like costa
still out here from dark till sunny
still screaming 3 p but i weren’t giving out money
f-ck the govs man they labelled him a k!ller
exchange went wrong but we weren’t listening to tiller
see them boy they a bag a gas
red eye but they hope i blew like fabregas
i didn’t think he did but he done it then i came to his strip and he blew like sonic
them boy don’t want it, i came to your block and screamed out who’s on it
but f-ck them little characters,what you know about grinding just for them barristers
coz we never wanted legal aid tryna go private just to make sure that he’s free again
f-ck a 1 on 1, coz mums can get diluted when i start robbing sons
coz this is real life no fiction
dumb wh-r-s wanna hold me but i ain’t egyptian
bring it to your door like argos
no celebrity if i ever make the star pop
oops i meant popstar
rips in the denim got me looking like a rockstar
and hopefully the scene pops
tell em don’t watch me i’ll get your g shocked
you know me never lacking
no hair shops when i say we get the packs in
work slowed down copped remix
and now we get paid when another fiend hits
don’t know a don that ain’t tryna b-mp man
but i’ll end his future if i get a chance to jump man
t-house coming like my sanctuary, sell something like january
dammy made me back that, but the clip only held 10 like a snapchat
money meetings up in nandos, rang the plug i said darg i need some blanco
he said i got you mi amigo now i’m sitting in the trap with some blanco and some negro
f-ck a z fam i need some kilos
i ain’t satisfied until they let my bro p home
hags just came out they let stiggs in
so i’m tryna bake more cakes than kipling
my cousin 32 and he ain’t touched 20
when he lands roads i swear to god i’ll put him in the bentley
sitting with my feet up, sipping out a tea cup
never have to go and worry bout another re-up
see we was known as the youngers
but now we run the hood like we was sprinting in some jumpers
and i put it on my mother
this year i swear to god i’m gunna be eating with my brothers
new year new money new problems
if it gets peak i’ll back the iron then rob em
and f-ck your cash flow
we keep our cash in the town but nothing like asco
f-ck the opposition
i never had a pot to p-ss in
think man ever fell off i’ll still send corn for the flakes like kellogs
getting money now don’t you know boo
f-ck novikov we’re hitting n-bu
shouts to the girl with the tattoo
for her i’ll draw sticks but it’s nothing like a bamboo
my brother need a bag i told him hold that
bro you don’t even know that
saving all the memories something like the kodak
shout my brother s that’s my bro if you know that
see i’m the hardest my age
i tell a girl go find a man on my wage
didn’t think she will but she probably might
saw me in the future but its nothing like a dirty sprite
kicking it to ds2
while i’m in some ds2
sitting here thinking if i ever blew
what i’m gunna do with the money yeah i’m making moves

- 23 unofficial lyrics

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