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k1 (n15) - designer drip lyrics

[hook]
lay low from jakes
me and bro made him taste this blade
i need some designer drip so i cop a t+shirt with kelvin’s face
on the wing, didn’t have no shank
we had to fist fight like tma
we’ll be okay
your friends get bored and relocate
lay low from jakes
me and bro made him taste this blade
i need some designer drip so i cop a t+shirt with kelvin’s face
on the wing, didn’t have no shank
we had to fist fight like tma
we’ll be okay
your friends get bored and relocate

[verse 1]
i ain’t got no love for my opp, so i’ll find where he’s laying, i’ll p+ss on his grave
or do it like +
back that blade and push it in face
+ jumps on tracks, pulled up on him and he ran away
come taste this blade
don’t you forget we bully green lanes
this rambo gave him six or seven, lampz got bun and got sent to heaven
don’t need no weapons, punch man out like a game of tekken
went jail i never learnt my lesson, i’m back in the field like david beckham
or aaron lennon, i’ve been a bad kid from the age of seven
they ain’t slapped their wap, it’s celibate
like a baby, man get rid of it
can’t f+ck that girl, she hideous
only f+ck her if she brown like cinnamon
can’t f+ck that girl, she hideous
only f+ck her if she brown like cinnamon
[hook]
lay low from jakes
me and bro made him taste this blade
i need some designer drip so i cop a t+shirt with kelvin’s face
on the wing, didn’t have no shank
we had to fist fight like tma
we’ll be okay
your friends get bored and relocate
lay low from jakes
me and bro made him taste this blade
i need some designer drip so i cop a t+shirt with kelvin’s face
on the wing, didn’t have no shank
we had to fist fight like tma
we’ll be okay
your friends get bored and relocate

[verse 2]
said i’m feeling oldschool
get round there on my peddlebike
when i’m tapped like sansh or bob
it was me and my zk knife
3 in the back and 2 in the front
i’m in the aves trynna chase man’s knife
skengs, skengs get beat like alesha
so you better just run for your life
i hope man don’t hop that fence
i’m trynna leave tshirts red
slap that corn, aim straight for your head
don’t move right, you will get left
like cupid aim for your chest, i’m trynna put man in my f+cking splegs
yep, all of their friends are dead
lampa lampa, get put in my benz
and ever since your boss got shot
who have you+ who have you f+cking dropped?
i wait ten minutes, like take that loss
i swear kelvin got put in a coffin
and we even got his head back box
line man up for a couple crops
stop, stop, i’m in the bando just chopping down rocks
[?]’s just chilling with god
three of them are chilling in pots
and my rambo’s coming like frost
stutter, murmur, i hear him cough
[?]’s just chilling with god
three of them are chilling in pots
and this b+tch just does her job
i like how she gets all the paigon drops
[hook]
lay low from jakes
me and bro made him taste this blade
i need some designer drip so i cop a t+shirt with kelvin’s face
on the wing, didn’t have no shank
we had to fist fight like tma
we’ll be okay
your friends get bored and relocate
lay low from jakes
me and bro made him taste this blade
i need some designer drip so i cop a t+shirt with kelvin’s face
on the wing, didn’t have no shank
we had to fist fight like tma
we’ll be okay
your friends get bored and relocate

- k1 n15 lyrics

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