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izzie gibbs - lava lamp lyrics

raised in gully, move 8 for money
your his 25 8’s ’till it ate a monkey
how you wearing giuseppe’s
and you ‘ain’t paid your mumzy
livin’ in h-ll, i’m a slave to f-ckery
demons in my sleep that were made to love me
it’s a shame i’m ugly
man feel a pablo coulda made a few papes in country

there’s so many fools in the universe
fam you’re a d-ck i know that the truth does hurt (aye)
f-ck rules, i put in stupid work
got mother nature up in a pack i guess that i’m moving earth
dem man ain’t got no bottle, they don’t know about f-ck all
i got a ting and she looks like a model
man’ll f-ck that in my goggles
i make her splash like puddles
dem boy won’t bring trouble
see you and your dargs get muzzled
when them arms come round, no cuddles

see my bro with a stick like mordor
that sh-t longer than a floorboard
and it’s mad ‘cos he’s got about four more
keep talkin’ ’bout bricks we’ll be kickin’ off your door
bits, we come for all yours
dem boy ‘der love [?] (aye)
see me pull up in a four door
that’s another point on the scoreboard

aye, man’s way too icy
thc in my cup, i’m drinking an eyepiece
get high and watch time freeze
been a bad boy since the 90s
f-ck red bottoms, i flex nike’s
they’re dead common, they’re not like me
nah, not even a might-be
that sh-t is way too unlikely

at me, don’t wanna answer my phone
free bro, can’t wait till my darg is home
said they’re out here but they’re hardly involved
dem boy ‘dere in a party with hoes
i’m on the block with my squad like i’m nadia rose

just seen feds in a ford focus
still hit the block i got more potent
in the trap with the goons i got no jokers
mana hearing all these jiggas and they all hopeless
she give me top till her jaw swollen
we still pushing keys but the door’s open
got pebble on street- i move boulders
same chicken for a week i was so homeless

it’s not what we do for the mula
yeah, them man ain’t super
tell them boy there to cool off
dem man, they need to woosa
oscar got the juice brah
aye rude boy you’re a loser
fam don’t talk about shooter
cos that’s suicide boy like pouya

my man said he’s got loud
but i can’t hear that sh-t
i’m in your bm’s house and i’m eating food out the fridge
man are like izzie you’re way too sick
my girl’s like izz let me hold that d-ck
i make her strip, then it’s back to the strip
[?] and dizz, wanna hit a l1ck
bin bag full of that crow
get dashed in a whip
then it’s back on the road
man head back to the bits

said he ran me down but it never happened
i was up in the trap, nittys chasing dragons
they said they’re active but them boys actors, instagrammers
you was on the set, tryna get a jack em

but man don’t care ’bout [?]
tell them boy there ease up
keep talkin’ bout food
i’ll run in your trap then clean up
i got a ting and her bum is huge
dunkno it has to get feel up
sippin’ six plus one up
now man’s feeling all lean up

- izzie gibbs lyrics

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