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headie one - jugg lyrics

[hook: headie one]
you fell in love with the puss
i fell in love with the jugg
28 grams all in buj
i heard when nitties say mush
only now you start boasting about ching
we done it when it was swoosh
only now your trap phones start ringing
you know how many pictures we took?
these cases it ain’t a good look
my n-gg-rs think i do juj’
and i got love for my bros
the same love that blittz has for kush
see all of this money haffi’ make
and all of this work just haffi’ get push
bad b come to the nizz for the d but i can’t mix business with scrum

[verse 1: headie one]
i done 8 jails on my lonelies i was on tour while u was in noomz
that’s me in a cell full of strangers, but thats still ofb in the room
i had to give up on early that was in march, but now were in june
and these feds had me down for 3
i swear the judge just told me a two
broad day cheffing at noon
i can’t roll with tugg, cah he loose
i can’t roll with spess, cah he loose
i can’t roll with frog, cah he loose
i can’t roll with rv, cah he loose
two thirds of the gs on license they wanna see us on the rear bagging up screws
like barcelona attack him
thats me, rv, doing one twos, or we doing close range headers
i had a .32 in my bag, on my back, same time as tevez
anything green get bun
i had the ygs billing it
four and a half in the bandoe, headie one got a drug dealership

[verse 2: rv]
headie one my bro, dont even need the same blood
my n-gg-s really do road
them bushwheat n-gg-s just rubbed
can’t put pressure on uss
countless times they have been touched
half of your teams been injured
think its time you done a few slugs
score points on the field
how much blood have i spilled
if us lot didn’t go jail 012 then f-ckboys would’ve got k!lled
man can’t tell me about drils
hand on my shank with sk!lls
pop gold teeth with the swammy
i dont need to go and buy grills
rv ain’t taking no l’s
rv ain’t chasing no girls
got four and a half of each in the bando, really put weight on those scales
i was in jail doing porridge
spent three on wayne and mel
never walk alone like sturridge
mac holds 25 bells

- headie one lyrics

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