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ghetts - flee version lyrics

[chorus: mercston]
clothes, i got clothes
i got kreps, i got loads
i got cake and infos
that’s why man are running the roads
what do you know about flee?
yeah, i keep it flee
everyday, i’m flee
your girl knows i’m flee

[verse 1: mercston]
aye, cut the music
the e3 paper, [?] 365, yeah i got a label, man
five bills on a tracky, three something on trainers
i still look better on a lazy one
when i dress up, they look messer
clothes all baggy, shirt all tacky
i told ’em drop it out brother, we don’t live in cali
me and clothes married
a little sp-ce, tight but no [?]
when i go shopping, i return the [?]
my wardrobe’s are mad, i got like a thousand angles
i think i’m done with london, let me go to paris
from there, take a plane to italy
yeah, i’ll exceed in italy
it’s the truth brother, you ain’t gotta agree
and if you wanna talk whips, just run

[verse 2: ghetts]
what’s the topic?
[?], stop it
all black winter is gothic
paper in and out my pocket, office
i’ve been doing this for years, i’m no novice
shopping, yeah, i went and bought more clothes
but really, i should’ve bought more wardrobes
also, two chests of draws, you all know
i was well dressed before e.t, cool off
my jeans ain’t leggings
not me, never that
which means, this type disease ain’t spreading
well, it isn’t, it’s getting out of hand
[?] ain’t clothes, they could’ve wore at 11
and they think they’re fly, not one of them are propelling
somebody talk to mercston
what can you do? except try and tell ’em

[outro]
oi, oi g, you tried to send though
nah but you did try and send first
because obviously, the baggy bit, you know
bruv, bruv you can’t wear jeans
but you can have your tracksuit bottoms under
i’m trying to tell you, you see you
do you get breathing sp-ce in your jeans?
i know, i know but this is the point (get fresh, innit)
you know, look
when you go and buy jeans (question is)
not everyone’s the same size, so you have to tailor your sh-t
know what i’m saying? (i get it, i get it and you, you went jail and got a bit big) my sh-t, my sh-t’s tailored, b
(you’re wearing smaller stuff)
see when i go out, i look slick, darg
(nah, listen) ask the gyaldem who looks slick and that
it gets, gets frush, do you know about frush?
because your jeans are too tight
aye, cus, i don’t visit this limit but
my [?] don’t, know what i mean?
i ain’t, i ain’t got no frush
i’m f-cking straight, you know what i mean?

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