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b side (785) - no questions lyrics

[verse 1: django]
i made bills of the bird never look back
made bands from bujj and i push crack
i stuff food in my -rs- crack
why? money is the reason, don’t ask that
se6 is where my heart’s at
you come round you hold 6 where ya hearts at
i swear the ls like baghdad
it’s got me rolling with things in my manbag
i’m praying that the jakes don’t bag man
cause i’m tired of [?]
i still lurk i’m a cab man
in a all black suit like batman
i’m getting trackie in a track cause of the best grub
hair’s looking nappy yeah so what
smiling trap happy when you phone up
and you’re a real one never switch your phone off
i’m tryna cop a mac not a desktop
right now rambo stab vests up
i just dabbed don’t fester
still gotta leave b ones [?]
trapping in a hurry, kits be bunny
soon be bare blood tester
i’m chilling with bujj, and we’re tryna cook
make it look like i’m chilling with wrestlers

[verse 2: pistol]
i put trust in these girls like i never put trust in a b-tch
man got banned from the ends
can’t come back that boy is a snitch
opps them know what we done
i ain’t gotta talk ‘bout the work that we did
niggas getting cheffed, getting m’d
and all that and they ain’t done a thing
if i chat to this b-tch, she better hold this beater
can’t fuck with a b-tch if she can’t suck d-ck like tulisa
man put his hand on my geezer
man got his head back beat up
just holla at bro for the nina
just tell him that price can’t get no cheaper
bando sitting watching jeremy kyle
put tt on a phone line so the cats ring down
i’ll dip man down on the pave
i’ll dip man down, i’ll do it with a smile
got my young boy doing ot
and he’s doing me proud
that tt bujj had the cunch spot banging
pull up at tango’s block
wand in my hand, watch everyone vanish
got a long nose ting and the brown ain’t playing in position
i didn’t want to know back then
now i walk past gyal and their hair they’re fixing

[hook: django] x2
fam i used to slide on a cat like take this tester
feds locked me down, i was in the jailhouse chilling in leicster
more time in the gym with the ching
but you know i that was tryna get hencher
and if you think i’m not with the shits
gone in just test my temper

[verse 3: 30]
family come first
money then b-tches come after
lord running for them bands though
fam i need millis like carter
step out in my lonies
or i do road in my partner
i rob so many man
i put my trust in a skeng for the karma
business important
need to make sure my income stable
still ride for the gang doe
try me and it could end up fatal
no love for a b-tch bro
but i think this one’s faithful
i never loved someone so much
i swear queen lizzie’s my angel
fuck all these pussio cops
the jakes want me back in the box
nigga i back my gs
you’re the type to stand there and watch
need to make sure my family are good
before i stand back in them dots
so first we gon getting this money
and then we gon bang on the opps
‘member days i was humble
that shit never done no justice
then i stepped out on a new flex
like anyone can get it man fuck this
man i don’t dish out verbals
hop out and show man a subject
man ride with illegals
2 step with the hammer in public

- b side 785 lyrics

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