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lower tulse hill (lth) – wray and nephew* lyrics

[intro: c1]
ay mobz, that sounds wavey
sk’s moving mad you know?
i was with wray and this nephew drunk
(drunk, drunk, drunk, drunk)
catch me an opp and i’m shavin’ one
(one, one, one, one)
i wanna’ know if she’s bad like blitz
(blitz, blitz, blitz, blitz)
hands in the air like you’re callin’ miss
(miss, miss, miss)

[hook: c1]
i was with wray and this nephew drunk
twin barrel ting can’t get touched once (bow)
out on my kojo, making funds (come on)
catch me an opp and i’m shavin’ one (shave it)
i wanna’ know if she’s bad like blitz (like blitz)
if she’s down for a bits like skid (like skid)
like how boy dying to live? (come on)
hands in the air like you’re callin’ miss
i was with wray and this nephew drunk
twin barrel ting can’t get touched once (bow)
out on my kojo, making funds
catch me an opp and i’m shavin’ one (shave it)
i wanna’ know if she’s bad like blitz (like blitz)
if she’s down for a bits like skid (like skid)
like how boy dying to live? (come on)
hands in the air like you’re callin’ miss
[verse 1: ma]
if i got one in the head
why the f+ck would i aim for a leg?
i’m known for the rides, aim up high
and i shot that head
no way can i shoot at legs
no way can i buy them trainers
and they don’t even come with laces (laces)
and how can i call her boo?
when i’m out here chasin’ papers (papers)
when i’m out here stainin’ pavements
wet man down, serious facelift
you know that the lt+s dangerous
how can he claim it’s fibs?
when everbody knows i did
jump out the ride, shot my man outside of his hoya’s crib
should’ve died that night, i was p+ssed
now it’s back to the strip
bill up a zeg and smoke that down to the brim
and i got big reckz in my rizz
gunshot to the chest, you’re p+ssed (p+ssed)
anytime they shot, they missed (missed)
shotgun can’t chase when it hits
wheels in the ride go ’round and ’round
just like that .40
young boys and they all look naughty
like badders (badders)
.44 corn it’s hits the mind
it’s breaking bones and window shattered
p+ssed that he just got [?]
he should’ve just turned to a package
i can’t end up on the landing (landing)
[hook: c1]
i was with wray and this nephew drunk
twin barrel ting can’t get touched once (bow)
out on my kojo, making funds (come on)
catch me an opp and i’m shavin’ one (shave it)
i wanna’ know if she’s bad like blitz (like blitz)
if she’s down for a bits like skid (like skid)
like how boy dying to live? (come on)
hands in the air like you’re callin’ miss
i was with wray and this nephew drunk
twin barrel ting can’t get touched once (bow)
out on my kojo, making funds
catch me an opp and i’m shavin’ one (shave it)
i wanna’ know if she’s bad like blitz (like blitz)
if she’s down for a bits like skid (like skid)
like how boy dying to live? (come on)
hands in the air like you’re callin’ miss

[verse 2: ma]
i can’t end up on the landing
burn them clothes and ditch them phones
send that text and get that dough (dough)
shout me for the best of both (both)
and i don’t do testers, no
and i f+cked your’ hoe in the throat (throat)
my kids in her mouth she choked (choke)
swallow that no mess then go
only thing that i love is my pole
and my mother, and my brothers
couldn’t show no love to the chuckers
only time i love is when i f+ck it
put trust in your hoe, you’re buggin’
i can’t even trust my friends
only put trust in skengs (skengs)
double tap that’s holes in heads
all know he should’ve ‘been dead (dead)
oh well, let’s do it again
2 hunting knives and a p.r
and skid got 6 in the bonnet
anytime they slid we slide (slide)
i’m prayin’ that the paigons drop (drop, drop, drop, drop)
i’m prayin’ that the paigons drop
(drop, drop, drop, drop)

- lower tulse hill lth lyrics

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