d-block europe - number 29 lyrics
[intro: young adz]
wow, he’s playing me
i’m in traffic, look, let me pull up on this n-gga, he playing me
[beep] hey, man like
wagwan? you good, yeah? i’m out ’ere
good, yeah? i’m good, i’m good
what you saying?
nah man, look, i got my darg in the back, ya narsayee?
mad, man, i was just playing large amounts
i can hear it, that’s why i pulled up on you
yeah, roll safe brudda
yeah, mad, f-ckin- (haha)
[verse: young adz]
trapping out the bando like my daily ch0r-
all these vv’s on my neck, it make her hate me more
what the f-ck you think they pay me for?
my n-gga chilling right now with the burner, got the safety on
murder, murder, murder, that’s a case that we ain’t tryna catch
d-block europe, n-ggas know i’ll do or die for that
dolce & gabbana, i’m designer man
we designer gang, pull up in designer swag
k!ll him, k!ll him, k!ll him, this a murder, would you die for that?
see that big head on his shoulders, you gon’ fly it back
if you love me, why you crying, ah?
ate the p-ssy from the back i got her crying “aah!”
yeah, caught the case
yeah, like nicholas cage (like nicholas cage)
mommy said “when will you change?”
told them nitties “i take notes, i don’t take change” (ah)
made her sniff a line of cocaine in the wraith
made him take that cocaine straight to the office
if you see me, then i’m stunting you could say
(beep) was the case but i got nfa
girl, what you reckon?
what d’you really, really reckon?
i don’t leave my house without my f-cking weapon
prometh and h-lla racks when i’m steppin’ (codeine)
i said “baby, stop stressing”
you my darling girl and i’ma show you suttin’ nice
told her “no photos”, she ain’t even asked me why
see this lifestyle, yeah, it comes with a big price
and most of them n-ggas out there, they cannot pay it twice
gang, gang, gang, she like the way i whip the white
if you can’t pay in money, then we will get your life
girl, i’ll take your p-ssy, i would f-ck you [?]
took it out the packet, i just buss it out the [?]
cali weed is standard, i’m just waiting on the flight
f-ck a jimmy, she ain’t fishy, buss inside her twice
gang gang, she in love with twenty nine
and i might eat that p-ssy one more time
and my daughter just turned one, she got a roley
she ain’t even old enough to tell the time
yeah, 6am up in the morning and it’s summer
and i’m tryna eat her p-ssy
but the sun, it keep on peeping through the blinds
thumb up in her -ss and i might change my mind
weed and lean, i want both, combine
n-ggas tryna get some relevance
the jakes told me that “we know it’s you but we ain’t got no evidence”
show them how to make a song on my instagram live
every rapper in the uk sounding like me, i might get my time (hmm)
ate the p-ssy and i put my finger up in her inside
i just came in five minutes
darling, i ain’t embarr-ssed, your p-ssy’s nice
thumb up in her p-ssy and her a hole
number 29, first left off of the main road (yeah)
i told her “ride my d-ck how you ride my face, yo”
on the main road, tryna dodge the plain clothes
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