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da (holly street) - ftb (freestyle) lyrics

[intro]
(hopping out my whip and i’m parked up)
look, look, look

[verse]
the way i’ve been livin’, i feel like a villain, don’t know when the madness stops
hold up, i just cracked this pot
my phone’s goin’ off and i still gotta tag this rock
i was on blocks with my toaster tucked
window ching, get your chauffeur f+cked (ching that)
get ready we’re rollin’ up
bro try slap, but his holster’s stuck
brandish, sat down and planned it, turned into full+time bandits (full+time bandits)
and the avenue’s just expanded i (just expanded)
she never ran, but her man did (hoo)
real g’s never sing, but your man’s did (no)
can’t be on the frontline chattin’ to smackheads if you’re id ain’t valid (chеck that)
from kway, we had bando’s smellin’ all rancid (yuck), putrefyin’ (hoo)
two sausagеs stuck in the top of the iron and now i got two of them fryin’
i was tapin’ the opp block before i even thought about sign in (no)
used to pedal away from sirens
shanks on waist, still smilin’ (skrrt)
one shoulder says, “stick to rhymin'”, the other one tellin’ me, “d, get violent” (d, get violent)
i ain’t ever been a good listener (no)
glee got a loud mouth rate, a whistler (baow)
have the stick wavin’ like a villager (grrah)
i gotta look out for the nosey neighbours whenever i’m ringin’ up (baow)
this one got a beam, not like what you see on screen at a cinema (grrt)
if we’re the kings of the 8, doesn’t that make them inferior? (gang)
sk got twenty+five bodies in syria tryna plus one every time that we trespass (add that)
on the pitch, get down and dirty, aim up high, put a shot through your headscarf (slap that)
chauffer don’t need no navigation, let him tek charge (take control)
they want me to go, man, they want it so bad (uh+huh)
that ain’t part of the program (hoo)
mum said, “son, put trust in no man, put on your mask and go bang” (go bang)
grease it, so it don’t bang (baow)
i can tell you ’bout bump n’ grind, i ain’t talkin’ ’bout slow jam (no)
talkin’ ’bout flyin’ them humps for hours on each opp block
two dot+dots tryna go
yo, i keep me a blade for my shooters assistance
need us a pack, true, the gangdem addicted
need one dead, so the pain inflicted might leave one of them lifted (yo)
clutch or i’m burnin’ the gears, been shiftin’ so much, still gotta do more circles (laps)
outside tryna turn out internals
don’t indulge in verbals (never)
in bulk get bundles, tag it and fly it (tag that)
i’m on the opp block movin’ like trident
ever heard d.a., dodgy and silent (ever heard)
couple man see me as a pirate
a couple man see me and take off, pilot (hoo)
tryna dodge indictments, they’re tryna dodge nine million sizes
do it for my 8 and my 9iners (gang)
[outro]
do it for my 8 and my 9iners

- da holly street lyrics

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