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mazza l20 - jaily duppy lyrics

[verse]
whys my man talkin’ sh+t?
i called his bluff, he called it quits
come try my shoes, they might not fit
tryna do it like richie, tryna get rich
but i’m still cat+b, high risk
seen my man turn to a snitch
seen my man snitch like white boy rick
everybody hates me like chris
got nicked with a john but it’s not john wick
seen clarky smokin’ fish on a carton of milk with a wick
me and sharky got man wigged
what you know bout that, what you know bout this
got nicked with a john but it’s not john wick
i don’t wanna hear bout takin’ a risk cos you’re takin’ the p+ss
you was at home, loved up with a b+tch
i was in the cell, cat+b, high risk
got a nvt for smokin’ spliff, are they takin’ the p+ss?
how many of them man snitched
still riding along til’ i went and got nicked
got seen in a thong, [?] is a b+tch
s got wigged with the back of the stick
no sweets for the stick, got done with the fl!ck
m tried run and got done like rick
adam got nickеd and he turned to a snitch
louie got nickеd ad he turned to a snitch
m got nicked and his face got wigged
+++++ got done with the john, not wick
tried jumpin’ the gate and his air max ripped
coulda’ caught me an m but it jammed and cl!cked
i smoke rats, not random kids
that’s not suttin’ to gamble with
still got beef like paddy and nidge
out with the broom but i’m not no witch
got suttin’ to do but i don’t know which
got suttin’ to do but i don’t know what
put faith in spinners and hope in god
i told mum that i won’t get shot
tryna get me a clip with a hundred shots
i told mum that i won’t get locked
i won’t get life, i hope to god
me and [?] smoked a chase
we could’ve got nicked for smokin’ plod
in the whip with the stick like bro don’t stop
free our kid, my bros on job
they said they’ve got opps
he sold his soul by sellin’ his glock
you ready or not, ha
tell a man get him a job
i’ve got xl’s, i’ll get him a dog
in the field like messi with 10 on me top
told mum that i’d get her a villa
am’ f+ckin’ up beats like bryson tiller
the white mike tyson, not mike skinner
you’re not gonna eat if you don’t buy dinner
seven years in jail, i feel like a virgin
but i’m not your average person
get it off packs, the wraps not workin’
she bring packs, i’ll buy her a birkin
i’m at war with rats like german
strap from russia, the shank looks persian
didn’t ever wanna get captured
never again like when i got blasted
givin’ out beats like german b+st+rds
two in a day, we’re way too active
me broski done it like salah and scored a hattrick
i put hands on the star like patrick
i was in jail when i dropped that mixtape
should’ve put it on mixtape madness, why? cah’ the mixtape madness
you listen to fake ass rappers that don’t do nuttin’, they’re fake like plastic
should get bafta’s, roll up a zuggy and twist it backwards
my b+tch who’s come on a visit lookin’ attractive
look i’m majestic, mazza then maverick

- mazza l20 lyrics

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