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c1, dt & g41 - wtf lyrics

[verse 1: c1]
lt
since solly what have they done?
i don’t even mix that n+gga with runtz (no)
jump out, hope you don’t run, please don’t run i got smokers lungs (please, please)
please tell me what axel done, man stop smoking skunk
feds on the gang ‘cah we’re well known tugs (lt)
but won’t everyone act dumb (ay)
round here we hit chest and up, i hear dem man aim for legs and stuff (ay, ay)
done it on peds and stuff, the drive ain’t live watch your headback cuz
yo, spin it on heathbrook too, anyone remember the treetop yutes? (safe)
if i was them i’d hate me too, deep down i know they rate me too (yo, yo)
[verse 2: dt]
++++ got done in his nike tech fleece (woi, woi)
mind out ‘cah you might get glee’d (boy)
bine out, lights out when we sight dem neeks
they ain’t tryna ride out so they ride on beats (love)
they’re rubbed, he got left in a box like crust
they don’t ride so they kick up a fuss
don’t gamble your life like william, come to the hill and then run out of luck (don’t do it)
man, i don’t wanna hear they’re active (no)
see ’nuff do the mannequin challenge (p+ssies)
we’re the most hated in lambeth (yeah we are)
why you think they’re causing a tantrum? (love)
[?] no banking, stab it
[?] like a dance all bad b+tch (boy)
roll with the tools that’s nails and the hammers (boy, boy)
like wenger the opps can’t manage

[verse 3: g41]
can’t get back if dem man are hidin’
they only snap when they see dem sirens
++++, got ask the opps ’bout my ting
chef down yutes or it’s corn man’s firin’
++++ road where he got cl!cked
you shot a b+tch, why you not ridin’? (and again)
anywhere ++++ fryin’, five got cl!cked same day it’s fryin’
striker was tellin’ man come (safe), den he got bun (safe)
++++ ain’t spilt no blood, your blade ain’t wet, you smoked no one
++++ ++++ ++++ got bun, stabber got slapped and ain’t slapped no one (love)
++++ got bored in front of his babymum (safe)

- c1 dt g41 lyrics

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