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len (uk) - junkieskallin lyrics

[intro]
grah, grah, grah (mm)
grah (ayy, yo turn me up bally), grah, grah (mm, mm, mm)
once i scr+pe the pot, i hear them junkies calling (grah, grah, grah)
mm, hold on, hold on (grah, grah, grah)

[chorus]
once i scr+pe the pot, i hear them junkies calling (junkies calling)
got a sprinter van, why don’t you fill these baddies all in?
them mandem man really chat like gyal, i think that sh+t is appalling
it’s awkward
you make me sick, nauseous
bad b+tch hand on my stick, she gorgeous (oh, yeah)
trapstar redline, n+ggas don’t know about redline (n+ggas don’t know about)
me i just bruk down food, enzyme (yes)
i only, hol’ up
i only know how to win (yes)
a win is foreign to them (woah)
pop pills i can’t stop grinnin’ (no way)
addicted to money and women (c’mon)
got a .38 spеsh, in my 30 waist adwoa denim (hold on, hold on)

[verse 1]
they say i’m the bеst, it ain’t a surprise, they buy what i’m sellin’
it’s strawberry haze, not lemon
i get paid for forming a sentence
she gets laid every day of the week, i’m in love with the melons
she took this banana wide
today she letting her man go
[?], adwoa
adwoa, lost boys
lost boys, trapstar
everywhere i go
everywhere i go, i glow
bad ho, sierra leone
got [henna?] gems
these convos here, gotta turn off your phone
these convos here like five, six [?]
these numbers here, gonna fry off your dome
[chorus]
once i scr+pe the pot, i hear them junkies calling (junkies calling, c’mon)
got a sprinter van, why don’t you fill these baddies all in? (fill these baddies all in)
them mandem man really chat like gyal, i think that sh+t is appalling (yes)
it’s awkward (yes)
you make me sick, nauseous (yes)
bad b+tch hand on my stick, she gorgeous (leh go, leh go)
trapstar redline, n+ggas don’t know about redline (n+ggas don’t know about)
me i just bruk down food, enzyme
i only, hol’ up (i only)
i only know how to win (i only know how to win)
a win is foreign to them (huh, yes)
pop pills i can’t stop grinnin’ (no way, hol’ on)
addicted to money and women (hol’ on)
got a .38 spesh, in my 30 waist adwoa denim

[verse 2]
double cup, double cup
she see i’m comin’ up
she tryna’ come with us
she got a dumper truck
she tellin’ me that i ain’t come in her
boyfriend a fan, he tryna be one of us
who even cares ’bout my man? none of us
different show, i need five bands run it up
wrong of you dissing’ my right hand, f+ck him up (yes, yes, yes)
[chorus]
once i scr+pe the pot, i hear them junkies calling (junkies calling, i do, i do)
got a sprinter van, why don’t you fill these baddies all in? (watchman, watchman)
them mandem man really chat like gyal, i think that sh+t is appalling (hol’ on, hol’ on)
it’s awkward
you make me sick, nauseous (uh, uh, uh)
bad b+tch hand on my stick, she gorgeous
trapstar redline, n+ggas don’t know about redline (n+ggas don’t know about)
me i just bruk down food, enzyme
i only, hol’ up (i only)
i only know how to win (i only know)
a win is foreign to them (it’s foreign, yes)
pop pills i can’t stop grinnin’ (hol’ on)
addicted to money and women (yes)
got a .38 spesh, in my 30 waist adwoa denim (boo, boo, grah)

- len uk lyrics

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