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b side (785) - ic3 lyrics

[chorus: 30]
smokes not cheap
step with bro and i might just squeeze
where those neeks?
on a lurk tryna fry me an ic3
we run the b
when i back that mash don’t run from me
they lie on beats
how can these puppy’s give man so much cheek?

smokes not cheap
step with bro and i might just squeeze
where those neeks?
on a lurk tryna fry me an ic3
we run the b
when i back that mash don’t run from me
they lie on beats
how can these puppy’s give man so much cheek?

[verse 1: 30]
free up them g’s they locked inside
hop off gang crash corn on sight
splash up who, why you love tell lies
never in my life have you touched my guys
bsidek but dem man don’t ride
mans got guns, still roll with knives
18 times slide that inside
still skid round there 2 rusty 9’s
i don’t know why i’m beefing dem
free k1 and my young boy tempz
run man down watch him jump that fence
bside gang stuff slugs in skengs
that’s straight m’s in the temps for the gang
move like shhh push bike with the scrams
dem boy lucky that the ting did jam
said he slapped off nearly bunned mans nan
stick jam just throw dat hammer
new ting that blow like hannah
man roll that pack up
loud boy get smoked for chatter
15 still grip that dagger
hit cells go get my grams up
sh-t smells not glitz and glamour
slapped corn for dizz and blacker
we taped off roads and pavements
i saw dem n-gg-s statements
man smoke on opps that’s flavours
gunshots wake up the neighbours
hand tings, don’t f-ck with tazers
live corn for any paigon
stretch man go burn my trainers
den go bake off in [?]

[verse 2]
temp man give me a reason
man come round there start squeezing
do man just risk my freedom
get caught no mans not speaking
undies blue lights man swerve from
these streets where man do dirt on
(all da opp block mans lurked on
b-tch boys with heels and skirts on)

[verse 3: dizz]
why so rude?
dishing bare verbal abuse
like my guy run from who?
man will just hop off a bike and shoot
peng b-tch thick and cute
she says i’m a violent goon
the opps dem know what we do
man apply pressure on all of them yutes
like run, run? me run? mhm-mhm, not from you
samurai swords, the biggest of ones
dip-dip spill some juice
make sure the blade go through
no spartan ish we kuku
get cash, buy guns and food
do road and distribute
phone lines got the money there coming
i be kicking back corn with a russian
like n-gg- i ain’t worried about nuttin’
any opposition i’mma bun him
let me not talk about taze
with a bat man i had a n-gg- running
now they wanna talk about bludclart
madmax i’ll bludclart done him

[chorus: 30]
smokes not cheap
step with bro and i might just squeeze
where those neeks?
on the lurk tryna fry me an ic3
we run the b
when i back that mash don’t run from me
they lie on beats
how can these puppy’s give man so much cheek?

- b side 785 lyrics

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