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g41 - ebk lyrics

[intro]
did sin make this? cause it sounds wavy

[verse]
step for the m but i caught an attempt
heli gang so i gotta shout light and death
tape for the top we did it again
jordan screamed when he ate my z
me and muj try fry man’s egg, did it on a drive on a 1+2’s ped
solly gets put in my zeg shout double s he’s a chestshot spesh
don’t let me hear ’bout spesh, he ain’t done sh+t since he got cheffed
stabber got bun in his head, no getback he’s tryna blow on the net
man can’t talk on my set, wе really turnt up lambeth
strikes got hit with thе (yeah), he was sk+nking
scratched off on da notch, nutnut you was planking
veli got smoked with some crutches
stuttz got smoked i call dem the cramp twins
don’t let me talk ’bout clapham, their friends are dead and no one’s banging
lil jaysav held a bang to the face, you had your nank, why’s man chattin?
i’m ebk i splashed jazzy as well, about come outside, you’re hammered
tog where, that’s us, do it like my gi’s and get that done
we bined c30, i don’t know why they lied, they’re rubbed
neenz got smoked by the tugs, waps got smoked, they both got fried and denied it
squeeze got his ting squeezed, no gb, dem 1+7 yutes keep denying it
man can’t talk on my ting, prolific offender, countless knifings
stegz got smoked, thought he was linkin’ scrum it was catfish gang that lined him
lurk over there and there, got nicked for the (yeah), no wonder i’m known to trident
bruck this dotts might fill it with two, anyone in sights tryna tek man light it
lt’s on a glide that’s frightening, rise dem waps tryna fry man’s eyelids
man can’t cut thru my hill, juice gets spilt, no you won’t revive him
solly done went out wrong, died for a steak, can’t swing my shank like him
t1 died for a [?], now i’m going backstrap to the riz tryna light him
spot and drop with my sad’s but i still get it done with my gid’s
on a lurk for an ic3, tryna put you on the news, that’s itv
man try say we get bined for free, five got cl!cked one drill it’s peak
four got caught, three waps it’s peak, craze got smoked that’s outta his sneaks
konez got bun, try lie to the streets
slapit got slapped my man try skeet
chino lane where he got squeezed
apparently we don’t mash work in the beef, go check the ratio in the streets
cl!cked on the 10 so four got squeezed, i don’t know was it skid or me
i don’t know was it skid or me

- g41 lyrics

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