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doroad - thoughts to drill (ttd) lyrics

[intro]
traphouse mob
jermz made this
huh

[chorus: doroad]
real gun man ting i’ll clip my stick in his jetz (i’ll clip my stick, i’ll clip my)
how had he survived my ting, i used to flip my ting in the rex
i’ll whip my wizz (whip, whip)
uptown sauce got spilled with the k!lly dem
’course he got sauced on spill (course we got sauce on spill)
i gotta run out of my thoughts of a one little [?]
cah i still got thoughts to drill (thoughts to drill)

[verse: doroad]
i’ve been out here, been wrepping
i wa seeing man getting run down, when i was playing tekken (run)
[?] i spin around, kweffed him
ever since then i’ve been close to smith & wesson (haha)
blast that dotty on sunday, i’ll blast that rotty at man dem
i’ll show a man’s gunplay+
i’ve never been no d+ckhеad, my strap get really with it (really, wick)
i’vе never been no d+ckhead, my strap get really with it (really with it)
it was your boy that got hit when you heard that gun sound
i know you think [?]
huh, i love being sporty, my man got hit late night with the .40
my man got hit with the .40, he shouldn’t be out there late night being naughty
i’ma go here on his doorstep, and make it sound like he never had [?]
i couldn’t believe in your gun+chat
astraughfurillah for the pokeys
i cannot believe that you done that
spoking on your works, come show me
…
[chorus: doroad]
real gun man ting i’ll clip my stick in his jetz (i’ll clip my stick, i’ll clip my)
how had he survived my ting, i used to flip my ting in the rex
i’ll whip my wizz (whip, whip)
uptown sauce got spilled with the k!lly dem
’course he got sauced on spill (course we got sauce on spill)
i gotta run out of my thoughts of a one little [?]
cah i still got thoughts to drill (thoughts to drill)
real gun man ting i’ll clip my stick in his jetz (i’ll clip my stick, i’ll clip my)
how had he survived my ting, i used to flip my ting in the rex
i’ll whip my wizz (whip, whip)
uptown sauce got spilled with the k!lly dem
‘course he got sauced on spill (course we got sauce on spill)
i gotta run out of my thoughts of a one little [?]
cah i still got thoughts to drill (thoughts to drill)

[verse 2: monkey]
they want fame, that’s played out
i’m tryna invest in watch then play out
run with that then watch him fade out
wanna take it there, let’s go
add a k to the gang, it’s dumped till you lay down
they was inside when the gangdem stayed out
i told [?] these pounds and make your way out
yo, i still got thoughts to drill
i’m on the block with f+cking hammers
and bro stepped in, it gave me chills
i mean kway back me and scro had the mac
and bruck that country [?]
they know my block it’s brixton hill
we cause the lambeth map’s un[?]
you know my ting drips on spill
g17, make him run like usain bolt
i was at home when my man died
i billed some cali and sipped [?]
i got a thick brown ting from penge
just swallowed my kids all down in her throat
way back i did go [?], make money from towns
yeah, coast to coast (make money from towns, yeah, coast to coast)
[verse 3: sj]
when there’s an issue, we don’t go round here
i know a man’s out on the outings
saw that man and he couldn’t go round here
that’s how we know he’s the wildest
g17, is the livest, .44 sounding the loudest (baow, baow, baow)
they ain’t got no description, but he got done up the foulest
listen, why’s everyone in houses, i beg man come back housed
.40 see with them hillside demons, don’t like, don’t be that guy
[?]
i ain’t gotta vomit, i’m more then able
hot in the room got bruce’s unflavoured
glee got popped and his heart stopped
next glee with the whistle, send man up
broski came thru, shh, shh, shh + [?] don’t send them shots
i was outside when they was indoors
you was at college, i was in war
my son saw the .40s on my bedroom floors
[?]

[verse 4: doroad, sj, monkey]
real gun man ting i’ll clip my stick in his jetz (i’ll clip my stick, i’ll clip my)
huh, how much opps you think got pumped in the jetz
how much yola you think that i dropped in the rex
how much mashes you think i copped with this racks
my mom should have named me wetz
always gonna think he’s on his way for pecks
he got whacked in a week, i didn’t [?]
i had two hand tings on me in the party, i’m the owner of the cluba
i had a g19 in the yard, one in the head and i started my counter
i had a .32 live in clapham blocks, the civils thought i was a plumber
i swear i need to chill when i move in loose
cah i f+cked crose’s bm with a rubber

- doroad lyrics

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