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cr7 (glane) - dash lyrics

[intro: yl]
uh+uh
uh+uh
yl, grinner
glane
gang ting
yeah, they dashed
they don’t wanna hold no smoke

[chorus: yl, grinner]
yeah, they dashed
they don’t wanna hold no smoke when the glane crash
we ain’t still gonna do lurk
tryna get an opp boy splashed
they don’t wanna hold no smoke when the glane crash
ayy, ayy, see h+lla man dash
them man dash and leave their friends
bare man run when i bring out the skeng
yeah, she’s cute, but i want her friend
talk about poles, you ain’t got no skeng
them man dash and leave their friends
bare man run when i bring out the skeng
yeah, she’s cute, but i want her friend
talk about poles, you ain’t got no skeng
[verse 1: grinner]
them man dash and leave their friends
kickback strong, coming like kung fu panda
i pull up in a whip and they spotted the car from afar
them man ain’t got no heart
man just done up their clart
put that sh+t in the past
them man [?] won’t pass, say that i’m hidin’
i’m in the booth, doing up bars
i’m on the phone like triple h
coming like ice, the opps all skate
most of the opps, they walk past late
like, them man don’t wanna get paid
pull up on your block
get hit in your back like ricky from boyz in the hood
my bally’s onto my hood
cally on me and she wants that wood
talk about cats, the only cat you got is a pet
f+ck that b+tch, kick my girl out the crib
now she feeling upset
them man there, they know i’m next
i just want head, i don’t want no s+x
them man dash and leave their friends
you ain’t got bands, rude boy, don’t flex
you ain’t got bands, rude boy, don’t flex
why you love jerkin’ peds?
like rude boy, what’s wrong with this yute?
all these never hold
like y, he’s always got food
i was in the cut with yl
or we hit the booth
feds asked me if i whacked that yute
i don’t have a clue
diss glane, i dare
throw up a k, i dare
i’m a nightmare, like freddy n’ jason
you ain’t gonna go nowhere
diss glane, i dare
throw up a k, i dare
i’m a nightmare, like freddy n’ jason
you ain’t gonna go nowhere
[chorus: yl, grinner]
yeah, they dashed
they don’t wanna hold no smoke when the glane crash
we ain’t still gonna do lurk
tryna get an opp boy splashed
they don’t wanna hold no smoke when the glane crash
ayy, ayy, see h+lla man dash
them man dash and leave their friends
bare man run when i bring out the skeng
yeah, she’s cute, but i want her friend
talk about poles, you ain’t got no skeng
them man dash and leave their friends
bare man run when i bring out the skeng
yeah, she’s cute, but i want her friend
talk about poles, you ain’t got no skeng

[verse 2: d2]
chat chatty, get kweffy
lil’ sammy looking like jeffery
come ’round with gang and get cheffy
man splash and run off like jet li
gyal cat for man, they all love me
told her, “fold backward and f+ckery”
leave me alone if you’re not tryna bun me
imma cuffman, look after the money
ching, [?] through skin
big rambo go straight through his ribs
opps hide and talk the most sh+t
but live in the flesh, they ain’t really on p+ss
they don’t want war, just stuntin’ on tracks
like, gang come ’round to where they chill at
ching, splash, go straight through his back
rude man drench, i never look back
out there, rackin’ in dough
[?] with fees, if you know, then you know
lead yourself a young [?], i’m home
[?] grant to rackin’ this dough
tell [?], “go n’ crash at a paigon”
i don’t want war, the opps hesitating
shh, no comment in the station
don’t say a word, we’re not [?] operating
f+ck, feds they try take the gang
free adot, free s, free max in the can
can’t wait til’ the day that my brodem land
and bang on the curb and show them who bad
been out ‘ere, rackin’ in racks
been in the road, bussin’ out packs
ching in a yute that try n’ talk smack
and i wish a man down for givin’ backchat
[verse 3: yl]
this a [?] living general, but it’s not a general, nearly sold ya
man can get slap up like blue attack
havin’ him hang from a poster
mission report, get the briefin’ from an older
take your weapon like sheath in
dip+dip man til’ he’s bleedin’
i don’t wanna hear no screamin’
my young boy’s pleadin’
he’s itchy to catch you
if you stood like a statue, no mannequin challenge
i stay trappy in tracksuits
gettin’ money is where man didn’t follow the fashion
break man like a cashew, let it sneeze like a+choo
no, you can’t hack it
best defence is attackin’, still scorin’ in practice
i was gettin’ patterned
mb and md, two twins, two swords, never lackin’
one man, one shank in trust
this heat like jet, we all know what happened
they’re disowning their friends
and the hollow they talk of
ain’t been in much action
that’s all of the guys i got links there around
that’s from heath up to catford
grinner stay militant marchin’
no talking, no bargain
if gang pull up, like, are you gonna run through the market?
reekz get mad or r+t+rded
splash man down, he’s the fastest
like, i got the aim from afar
big [?] gettin’ close to his target

- cr7 glane lyrics

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