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ab - blackwall tunnel lyrics

[intro]
(that’s chucks)

[chorus]
yo, ay
i see feds when i’m out with my b+tch so i give her the stick, we’re dangerous couple (ay, take that, hmm)
i’m uptown with a .32 spin, it’s subtle
and these hammers ain’t blowin’ no bubble
it’s corn, it buss, get put in the rubble (baow)
i just got a smg with a muzzle
and every piece is part of a puzzle (grr)
stupid drip like i stood in a puddle (hmm)
if you ever see a lamb’ in a blackwall tunnel
it’s me with a b+tch undoin’ my buckle
stackin’ up racks, you was out doin’ f+ck all (jokeman)
scrum wanna f+ck cah my name’s got a muscle
you funny little yutes just make man chuckle

[verse 1]
we’re both in jail, but they’re gеttin’ pressured
my ting sepеrate (i’m comfy)
duh, in my lv sliders patternin’ breakfast (yum)
i feel at home on the wing like saka at emirates
i can tell you about dapper and r1, they was on volvo ridin’ it endless (d+ckheads)
all the work that i did don’t need a reference
ride like chessington love the adventures
let the paigon say i ain’t slapped my weapon (are you high?)
you must be high, what you smokin’, your bredrin?
who got bit with the star 9 dentures?
hope that taught you a valuable lesson (shame)
(where we goin’?) with a s+xy b+tch in s+xy fish
parked outside is a hefty whip, in the back of the whip, she’s lettin’ me hit
can’t gey caught for the things i did
if i do then somebody snitched
these sweaty pigs tryna get me nicked
oi, s+xy b+tch, pattern my sh+t
[chorus]
i see feds when i’m out with my b+tch so i give her the stick, we’re dangerous couple (ay, take that, hmm)
i’m uptown with a .32 spin, it’s subtle
and these hammers ain’t blowin’ no bubble
it’s corn, it buss, get put in the rubble (baow)
i just got a smg with a muzzle
and every piece is part of a puzzle (grr)
stupid drip like i stood in a puddle (hmm)
if you ever see a lamb’ in a blackwall tunnel
it’s me with a b+tch undoin’ my buckle
stackin’ up racks, you was out doin’ f+ck all (jokeman)
scrum wanna f+ck cah my name’s got a muscle
you funny little yutes just make man chuckle (hmm)

[verse 2]
if it’s dress to k!ll then i’m overdressed
b22 my amiri jeans and a matchin’ top with a pole on deck
blow this tech at your solar plex
make you soul eject, so slowly step
i ain’t know for threats, i’m makin’ it rain on whoever the smoke detects
i got clocked by fed, and he broke his neck, put the lamb’ in sport, and over rev
it’s straight to the bando yard, she ain’t gettin’ the shard, it’s sofa s+x
which strip should we go to next? he knows that sh+t that results in death
i went shoppin’ for brand new poles, and we’re takin’ souls like cl!ck and collect (baow)
if they knew what i had in this lv bag, they’re callin’ police on entry
i don’t wanna do suttin’ up in berkley square, but you know that i will if you tempt me (try me)
i’m in and out of the t with a bag like tetley
if you think you’re gonna run up and get me, mind you don’t get left there in the debris
[chorus]
i see feds when i’m out with my b+tch so i give her the stick, we’re dangerous couple (ay, take that, hmm)
i’m uptown with a .32 spin, it’s subtle
and these hammers ain’t blowin’ no bubble
it’s corn, it buss, get put in the rubble (baow)
i just got a smg with a muzzle
and every piece is part of a puzzle (grr)
stupid drip like i stood in a puddle (hmm)
if you ever see a lamb’ in a blackwall tunnel
it’s me with a b+tch undoin’ my buckle
stackin’ up racks, you was out doin’ f+ck all (jokeman)
scrum wanna f+ck cah my name’s got a muscle
you funny little yutes just make man chuckle

- ab lyrics

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