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cgm - 100 man #intro lyrics

-pa beats-

[chorus/intro]

100 man in your vids, when i slide to your block
can’t see no body (no body)
how many times i lurked on opps?
i treat the opp block like a hobby (i love it)
things and stuff when i ride
mask on my face, and a stick like hockey (bow)
things and stuff when i ride
mask on my face, and a stick like hockey

[verse 1]

dem man go put the word in
but they don’t apply no pressure (none at all)
them man they come like english weather
we just damp and sweaters (ching)
lil bro way too wild had to hang up the phone
he was talking pepper (the f-ck)
heard they wanna get down mumsy’s son
so i stepped, so i stepped with the cheffer (splash)
free j’sav and dappz in the can
that’s michael carrick and fletcher (3′ them)
try run away, he was way too slow
so i caught up, and did him like evra (who?)
hunch on the wing like carlos vela (true)
canteen and sweaters
no sign of the opps lets slide back round
there must, there must be and error

[chorus]

[verse 2]

now let me get straight to the facts
they’re bad on tracks, them boy’s some actors (cs)
bet, mobos and baftas
some f-cking smack heads (goons)
how many times i lurked on opps, and
prayed something there gets captured? (how many?)
how many times i backed my splash and
an opp boy ran so rapid?
how many, how many times i sent out a text?
like can’t we just go and get it? (come and get it)
won’t stop ’till i’m up in cuffs, infront of the judge
or on the wing with my bredders
them man get left on the bench
i’ve been, i’ve been up front like tevez (hmm)
really tryna score that goal
attack and score with my gunners like peres

[chorus]

[verse 3]

any friend of an opp is and opp, ching i ain’t giving no warning (ching)
used to be young and dumb
posted in the slums ’till that got boring
put myself around funds
and invested in guns
cah you can’t be broke and warring
coming like barca, real madrid
my team just can’t stop scoring
give me that drop on an opp
bow, take man out like smalling (bow)
long trips in the 6×2
trust me that hashtag touring
make blood spill like juice and wine
oh sh-t, why’s my man pouring? (why?)
man just did him, ramz went in
next thing he’s just laid out on the flooring

[chorus]

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