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csg (uk) - count it lyrics

[intro: dama]
bnizz, you crazy for this one
zero tolerance
badder than enough man

[chorus: dama]
stally got bun out his clothes (bow)
rash got bun out his clothes
dottz got ripped out his clothes
jwavey got ripped out his clothes (ripped)
sheggz got ripped out his clothes (ripped)
jdot got ripped out his clothes (ripped)
cutz got ripped out his clothes (ripped)
packman got ripped out his clothes (ripped)
target got ripped out his clothes (ripped)
rackz got ripped out his clothes (ripped)
datch got ripped out his clothes
ares got ripped out his clothes (ripped)
shottz got ripped out his clothes (rippеd)
smallz got ripped out his clothes (ripped)
rico got rippеd out his clothes (mm)
a+man got ripped out his clothes

[verse 1: dama]
this savage in me never gon’ leave (savage)
unless they put this kid in a box
masked up when we’re scoring points
it’s gruesome when we circle blocks
all of this jail time made man wise
but at the same time i could’ve lost the plot (lucky)
and if i ride this one no erection
squeeze it off then it’s drill on flock (bow)
buss that corn make it dig no build
if i twist this blade it’s dread no locks
for the social days they’re f+cking gangsters
live in the flesh they’re f+cking not (they’re not)
i ain’t in to the wass and chatting
grab and stab him, write him off
i was masked up way before the virus
black on black and we looking all goth
yutes can never try chat for mine (could never)
i was in jail getting nickies
you was at home chatting sh+t online
last time one had verbal abuse
then lurk for the yutes, he got bun in the 9 (bow)
no cap this badman slaps
on the opp block we glide and slide
on the opp block we ride and ride
in the back of this whip or pedal bike (where they at)
circle till my head’s all dizzy
p+ssed, can’t see no one in the 9 (can’t)
but i ain’t statisfied, shake my head, kiss my t++th (mm)
and true say m1’s lame
f+ck it, let’s circle holly street (f+ck)
[verse 2: blacka]
so to the handle brake, (brake)
and i’m not down for a chase, (ah?)
so i really don’t blow like a c4
i really don’t blow like my burner’s fate (they know)
t’s rambo got used in the 9
my hand ting got used in the 8 (98)
back shot if you try do skippy
chest shot if you try act brave (ah?)
gunner got bun in his wisdom
and no cross but he’s mad that we chinged him
try come on some tna
i’mma leave your dna on my kitchen (kitchen)
on shanks, before i was doing bootings
but them bootings just got addictive, (they did)
gash wrote a statement snitching
i couldn’t stop thinking, what was he thinking? (ah?)
still leather winter season, (i do)
that’s a hoodie and mask for skiing
pack got chinged for beefing the z
and got chinged again, for the same reason
they gave ps and 80 life, (ah?)
like to say jmoney don’t need it
the last booting that i done was decent
slim try cut and he got cut like keenan (dumb)
no rest for the wicked
we’re alive and kicking my opps are dead (yes)
still slide round on a ped
let something get pressed and end up on the press (ah?)
shout out +++++ she’s hand tings smoke
she knows that we done rash and his m+u+m
gash got stitches in front of his missus
she needs to find a new m+c+m
[verse 3: scratch]
you can get ripped out your clothes that’s standard (ripped)
that’s where the birds got handed
now they got gang doing drills on landing
but i still k!ll till the mandem landed (come on)
ask them who started badness
from young been doing up madness, madness (go ask)
that’s why two of them vanished
man smoke on them like cabbage, green
nuff’ of them got stabbed and screamed (mm)
couple man been done more than once
like “how could we be so mean?” (how?)
bnb ain’t playing no games
or we’ll come round spraying like mr sheen (hah)
send the young boys round there
tel them boy come back, “make sure your blade ain’t clean” (mm)
no man as do as i please
yoshi do nuttin’ but squeeze
dabz’s soul will slap it and leave (bow)
tryna make sure a man don’t breathe (mm)
you better hope that the gang don’t skeam
tryna turn that count there free (yeah)
tryna turn that count there free

[chorus: dama]
stally got bun out his clothes (bow)
rash got bun out his clothes
dottz got ripped out his clothes
jwavey got ripped out his clothes (ripped)
sheggz got ripped out his clothes (ripped)
jdot got ripped out his clothes (ripped)
cutz got ripped out his clothes (ripped)
packman got ripped out his clothes (ripped)
target got ripped out his clothes (ripped)
rackz got ripped out his clothes (ripped)
datch got ripped out his clothes
ares got ripped out his clothes (ripped)
shottz got ripped out his clothes (ripped)
smallz got ripped out his clothes (ripped)
rico got ripped out his clothes (mm)
a+man got ripped out his clothes

- csg uk lyrics

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