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blazer boccle - told on me lyrics

[chorus]
i got a call with another woman sitting in my passenger side
who told on me?
now i’m thinking who it coulda been and it’s really blagging my mind
taking its toll on me
i think i might hit this old flame
old dogs but their tricks just won’t change
their gyally wanna hold on me
but they’ll never take control of me
i make a baddie touch her toes
i’m a baddie to the foes
got a bally for the cold
now i’m happily unknown
cause i’m married to the roads
i get trappy with the snow
you’re not a bad yute, you only do daft moves
so you can say you trap too, yeah that’s you
they’re never gonna roll on me
feds wanna get a hold of me

[verse]
you man don’t drill, no banging from your tеam
and your man an’t filled no baggy for a fiend
i be in thе shire like bilbo baggins
find your big grow hanging then i run in with my g
climbing up your stalks like jack
i be kicking off the door from the latch like daddy’s home
then it’s back to the spot where i count my chickens
you know what i’m on, yeah i’m bout my business
i finished with my missus, she’s a miserable c+nt
blow racks in the club, that’s a typical stunt
talk hard on the net, that’s a visible front
if i swing with the whoosh, that’s a clinical cut
cut off portions
remix a pack, that’s a drug contortion
i was in the club tryna jugg
then the bouncer tried chuck me out
so we had to punch up a doorman
plus my bud stinks
you man have got big shanks cause they look sick
my n+gga’s got a little shank and it cuts skin
in this game you get out what you put in
so i want money from music, a legal grind
big fat buds but the weed will grind
i be in the club with a diesel line
and my ex ting’s giving me the evil eyes
yeah i stepped on the stage with the shottas
every day chase guappas
take chase, gear droppers
make mates with your oppers
you man are blatant t+ss+rs
you man try but you’re not us
you man try too hard
you think you can write two bars
but you lie to farce
all you man are b+tches that like to bark
but man throw jabs but they can’t spar
me, i’m ronda on the beat
cause we got h+lla ra+ta’s, that’s an arm+bar
man said they don’t speak to the feds
so how come they know everything like nardwuar
but i never had a father figure
i just had a dream of living larger
with a bimma and a yard car
wait for karma to repay me
that’s why i’m on the streets daily
[chorus]
i got a call with another woman sitting in my passenger side
who told on me?
now i’m thinking who it coulda been and it’s really blagging my mind
taking its toll on me
i think i might hit this old flame
old dogs but their tricks just won’t change
their gyally wanna hold on me
but they’ll never take control of me
i make a baddie touch her toes
i’m a baddie to the foes
got a bally for the cold
now i’m happily unknown
cause i’m married to the roads
i get trappy with the snow
you’re not a bad yute, you only do daft moves
so you can say you trap too, yeah that’s you
they’re never gonna roll on me
feds wanna get a hold of me

- blazer boccle lyrics

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