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#hrb lil dotz x #agb broadday – roll up lyrics

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[verse 1: lil dotz]
hrb g you know the pattern
if i ain’t sh+lling the 6 im rambo gripping with fred in hattons
i’ve seen man run and trip, the 9 or the dots leave your headback splattered
most of my opps are azzis, i dont really care about black lives matter
spin the coupe demons in traffic
know my agb’s will bang it
them man try laugh and diss but i swear t boy just got damaged
spin through p+block watch them vanish, b1 hop out try turn man cabbage
im hurt but rest up bd why? cah my broski was a savage

[verse 2: broadday]
yo
remember conning a halfie now my pyrex just filled up with charlie
lighties ain’t feeling this mali, i stay making bread with my chargie wallahi
i went jail came home, grabbed my gun and bells
turned my phone on but a brick on the scale
regular check ups i can’t take a l
get nicked with this re+up i ain’t getting bail
got man in the ends cuffing fat tings, just to have a yard to lock waps in
man can’t tell me about hand tings [?] nearly had sus and t.scam baking off on the landing
catch me in the trap, breaking down a 4
or helping [?] put a box in the draw
cats say i take long, take 4 for a score
big 45 im ready for way
[bridge: lil dotz, broadday]
them man get hurt when we speak on works cuh we put guys on the news
hrb, agb turn man pack [?]
try diss we will roll on you, 2 guns up like denzel who
try run tell broski shoot
back to the zart let me roll up gucc
drillings on drillings, god d+mn they must be kidding
we got down half their batch in the flats, how dare they call us victims
buck into opps and turn them flavours
them man sh+t with their shavers
nuff of them got done with the stainless
we tarnish them now its back to the papers

[verse 4: lil dotz]
i pull up take off and skid
they know where im from red bricks
no i do not f+ck with the 6, 6 6 got all of them pr+cks
demons devils my youngers are sick
rambo gripping in harvey nichs
lord knows i dont lack
ld keeps a stick, i know its not right but its wrong if i slip
free the gang causing h+ll on the block
them n+ggas ain’t crips they’re washed
you chat about leaving your right hand, but you ran when zk got chopped
i dont know why these patties are lost lost lost these patties are lost
2 hands im spinning their block, i walk with the smoke so dont get popped
[verse 5: broadday]
chop down a dotty, load up the hand ting
free hitman making racks on the landing
bagged up a 4 and a half while standing
patterned the ends now i started expanding
i done my time, they let me go
ar got birded i feel it for bro
press the bujj, whip up the snow
if you’re talking about guns i let mine go
im agb why you asking questions
i need me a glock with a long extention
been through things that i cannot mention
trap till i die i dont need a pension
they took bd and that left man hurting
so the ding dong still be swerving
stay at home, me and [?] be lurking
sweep up the cells so the young g’s working

[bridge: lil dotz, broadday]
them man get hurt when we speak on works cuh we put guys on the news
hrb, agb turn man pack [?]
try diss we will roll on you, 2 guns up like denzel who
try run tell broski shoot
back to the zart let me roll up gucc
drillings on drillings, god d+mn they must be kidding
we got down half their batch in the flats, how dare they call us victims
buck into opps and turn them flavours
them man sh+t with their shavers
nuff of them got done with the stainless
we tarnish them now its back to the papers

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