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big zuu & capo lee - girona riddim lyrics

i don’t trust, so i move digital
way that i walked out of court was a miracle
phone line numbers, written on papers
needing favours, could have been cynical
d+mn i’m not online but i do physical
first tent bag on the street was spiritual
ain’t on one day of grime or cereal
man get bun still without material
all that murdering music 1g check you ain’t got the equipment
step on the road you be losing pigment
tryna get bread up that’s why i’m distant
man get fed up and leave the game now
calling a package following shipment
boss at eminem made no difference
caught another and he got 30
money on mine, i get subbed early
gonna grind till the gates are pearly
you think you’re swaggy, your jeans are baggy
you’re way too catty, them man are nerdy
trap in life and i started with it
could have got recalled outside barclays
uncle gave me a parking ticket
i make bread and i harvest with it

them man thought they was levelling
you would think they’re homeless
cause they’re begging it big zoo, i get uber eats
i see money from my wheels but i ain’t on pedalling
came in the game you could say that i’m sh+gging it
cause of that 100ms i ain’t settling
top is the only place that man’s heading in
also top from your girl is chung
family that one gives me adrenaline
my boy’s grimy with the white like devlin
and your boy looks like a snitch to ferdinand
if they hatin’ his backhand’s like federer
you ain’t on smoke real life like you said you are
that mix from a phoney guy, no cellular
ring, ring, it’s me, if you see me with lee then
that’s charles on the regular
paid for my bars but i don’t run pubs
and i’m with the top strikers, i ain’t on clubs
they don’t want beef, i can swear on my mums
cause it ain’t no snare, bass, kick
high hat when i run up in drums
man are from west london where it’s rough
you think i’s posh but man are from slums
your wifey’s got no back, you’re a bum
low+key stepper, tracky and hoody
jug and boogie, tookie’s cousins pack our hoodie
ends up boring, uptown touring
disturbing london like dumi
yardie party, i dig get shrubby
smoke in the air, that’s maggie and zuby

i don’t tap but the wrist is juggy
your girl got scottish, she gave me the cookie
i’m making rental, leave the room
try it better, i’m a down fool, come out the bookies
them on the rookies and i’m a pro
always on goal, something that you should be
believe it or not, yeah, like ripley’s big z
i don’t tap but i’m with it

got a step of the brothers with me
know it’s a banger, capo and big zuu
know it’s a banger, zuu and capo
us man are big fish, them man are capo
think you got swag cause your car goes camo
i got swag and my dance is ramo

i got the belly and it’s way too blamo
show it for your head top, constant ammo
constant pressure, i got pzazz, pagans can’t measure
leave it on, gucci is leather
living my life, movie endeavour
man are upset cause the flows are better
you ain’t got bread, that’s a real home wrecker
your birds on wood, you’re a real good p+ck+r
money on mine, i’m a serious stepper

- big zuu capo lee lyrics

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