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headie one – welcome to the party freestyle lyrics

[intro]
yo
shout out tim
music and road, order that now
free up gang
ayy

[hook]
i was dead br-ss, badding up cats
‘cah i got shotted by thirty p
bad b give hat, ’cah i’m in hats
and i just blew about 30 gs
finesse up the works then leave
that blade was black, now it’s burgundy
now i got blood on my burberry
crep, trackie and bally, i burnt all three

i was dead br-ss, badding up cats
‘cah i got shotted by thirty p
bad b give hat, ‘cah i’m in hats
and i just blew about 30 gs
finesse up the works then leave
that blade was black, now it’s burgundy
now i got blood on my burberry
crep, trackie and bally, i burnt all three

[verse 1]
i used to pray for a change
until i had dirty knees
fresh home and it made me a change
for the press i provide for them dirty fiends
heard these opps want to murder me
four long come wedge like hercules
done out this batch, come back proper
i ain’t trying to burn two whips this week
two opp blocks, both got taped
gang done burnt two pr-cks that week
feltham days, opps got weighed
done it like a two and a blue of each
but then these strips ain’t new to me
what you know about a q on a, q on a –

10 on the m, straight to the town
that’s everybody getting food for free
halve a b, get it, stretch it
i don’t really care about gluten free
half that dots, metal, pebbles
tryna turn man to a human tree
wap get locked but my corn [?] ting
so i could have put a few in my cuban link
make sure the opps can’t come ’round here
like i ain’t tryna let them see p-b-rty

[hook]
i was dead br-ss, badding up cats
‘cah i got shotted by thirty p
bad b give hat, ‘cah i’m in hats
and i just blew about 30 gs
finesse up the works then leave
that blade was black, now it’s burgundy
now i got blood on my burberry
crep, trackie and bally, i burnt all three

[verse 2]
yo, man can’t tell me about blocker
how many times did i camp on the corner
and i didn’t even like the yogurt
i spent six hundred pound on a shotgun
go and make it sneeze like i don’t like pollen
cheap and cheerful
opps can’t come around here
no werewolf, who’s got problems
tryna drill nine to five on the option
aj gs, no boxing
crack cocaine, i’m a play for this band i’m –
n-gg- i don’t know about foxtons
yo
and four quid to last me all week
when i pulled that certi he wouldn’t free up the pack
that’s when i backed that tune and conked him

- headie one lyrics

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