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daff - half lyrics

(cees, hit em with that visual artz [?])
(chit)
(square i see you)
if daff l!ck ten then i give mum five
if daff l!ck twenty then i give ten
if daff l!ck thirty then i give mum half
that’s how a n+gga feels for the grief in the past
didn’t mean to stress you
had to get mined
{?}
who will bless me
heart is empty
roads just tempts me
if daff l!ck forty and i give mum twenty
f+ck the five+o
driving five+o’s
bun the five+o
can’t stop my grind
i’ve got five goals
money times 5
can’t be broke need money in my life
if i l!ck five+o give mum two five
give mum my love
enemies i give them my slugs
risky anytime feds could roll up
shift me
give mummy thirty that means i l!cked sixty
i l!cked sixty
born in the eighties far from the sixties

(chit)
i want the lock pixy i want the chips dixy
index finger feelin kinda itchy
let me see my enemies
make a mandem pour hennesey
i’ve been around i’m old school like hennesey
(chit)
your girl phones me up cos i got energy
hardest out the roads keep

give mum thirty five that means i l!ck 70
no bronze silver that fake 7p
straight gold out ere
straight road out ere
drugs got sold out ere
n+ggas got scarred from mouth to ear dat’s naughty
l!ck 80 bags and i give a mummy 40
i would laugh if i [?] tried stalk me
i’m on task on my job of course g
i don’t go ot with the horsies
i’m a hood boy you catch me in your hood
cos i g’ed up
from the feet up
g in my hood
g outta town
g everywhere das how a g get down
have to like me
why dislike me
l!ck 90 give mummy 4 5
roads done will get done with the 4 5
lights fun
age 4 5
just a bit older
say 8 9
just a bit older
say 10 11
call it 15 and after that you’re just reckless

london city always got a mum stressing
cos a little boy died from a fire weapon
was a little boy who fired the fire weapon
one arrested the other left resting
(chit)

tried to be good but bank i just messed with
circle f+cked up and nuttin can’t mend this
(chit)
cut down the numbers
it’s all f+cked up cos all of dem dere ma dawgies
now it’s all booky amongst us
my mentality stays london
break mummy 50 that means i l!ck 100
tiger on the streets dawg i always stay hungry
out for the next meal
out for the next bill
out for the next grand
make the grand expand
tryna make a million
put mummy on a hillion
settle down nicely
with the buff wifey
with all my dons too and all of dem are icey
all lookin pricey
ten whips out on the motorway highspeed
bunnin the high cheese
eyes lookin chinese
on the way to west end
snakes in the grass g
feel it in the air i get a slight breeze
some don’t clock they walk past me
if it’s real beef you can never walk past me
it will get nasty
suttin like your local boss
you can get blasted
outside your local shop
don’t underestimate…
don’t ever think he’s soft…
(don’t ever fam)

cos you got workers
don’t ever think your boss
i don’t class myself as a gangster
out to the sun goes up to get the grands up
still kick the door down n+gga keep your hands up
tell me where the grands are
leave a stack bankrupt
risk myself getting handcuffed
for the queen’s face is the queen’s face that buff?
just a piece of paper
that’ll bring a hater
make your life greater
get your house paid for
chop it bag it that’s what i get paid for
invest in profits and me i gotta make more
dope behind the door and me i gotta break doors
hungry season and me i gotta take yours

(take yours)

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