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kennington - intro lyrics

[verse 1: jmash]
telling girls that you’re onto the mandem, fan behaviour
marge wants me in church but i feel like my rambo’s my only saviour
we score them goals on the pitch, them man snitch, commentator
stain man’s re up, don’t beg for mercy, i ain’t no negotiator
the brix is very local, there’s no need for a navigator
i need me an [?] that wants me good be my instigator
t++th of the rambo sharp, aim for humans, bite, alligator
i was in jail and the jakes felt good that they took me off the radar
don’t run out of breath that’s dangerous, take your time, use a respirator
all them trips round major, n+ggas signed out can’t lie that’s a failurе (done out ‘ere)
thеy know what happened when we bucked them live, coming like a simulator
cats feel sh+t when take that light, i need a translator
twenty two inch on my waist, no case, i feel like a gladiator
run when you see two man on a ped, accelerator
talk on things they don’t know, i never knew my opps were exaggerators
we chinged like half their batch, that’s a quick disclaimer
leave man in sauce like peri peri tamer

[verse 2:]
stay with my blade cos i have no choice
but i might lack, cos i’ve got beef with little boys
should’ve crept up, i started screaming out “oi”
the opp boys broke can’t invest in toys
i’m getting annoyed, they should come off the roads and get employed
asav got chinged in his face like woi
skully got it and his youngers are moist
[?] and asav don’t care about age
cs got chinged right next to his mate
and a china yute got put on a blade
when i bored up cambs didn’t learn my mistake
so when i see kadz imma ching his face
got that drop but we got there late
free all mates, rip cj
buss them lights don’t care if it’s flames
gang done did it on the back and the mains
[verse 3: jmash]
i hate all my opps, same way man hate the police
don’t get burst like wrays & nephew and crawl on the floor like someone’s niece
gyally belong to the streets, won’t get on her knees, still get this piece
these man are rubbed, like an air force crease
they know man’s live like insta
plug get jerked if he don’t send a picture
check out the score like a fixture
man got both in wraps that’s a mixture
i’m tired of banging
broski told me stick to the rapping
i was 14, i was cocaine wrapping
my opps are bad, psych
on the opp block that’s ped or bike
free double m, free mad mike
t++th on rambo hurt like spike
i’m tryna get my pees no veg
125, no plates, no reg
stain mans food, ain’t talking greggs
packs comes fat like a gyal that’s preggs

[verse 4: lil s]
first things first i ain’t into the speaking
it’s only blood not tracks that i’m leaking
complete that wetting, touch bit, and bleach it
just skipped a fed chase now my heart’s all speeding
not into the shouting more into the [?]
fall down to your knees, no way that we’re jeeting
bro gave me a lesson, told me lean when i beat it
125 or my tyres are screeching
skully wanted food but he left there bleeding
i bussed that gbh
it was the craziest feeling, the feeling better than letting off s+m+n
i bussed that gbh
it was the craziest feeling, the feeling better than letting off s+m+n

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