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milez - jadon sancho lyrics

1.verse:
shoot top bins now i double that score line
name on the map like jadon sancho (bang)
quick feat, i ain’t talking bout ballers
hop on a track no face, m huncho (no cap)
t95s on my feet, more time it’s peak for dem man, don’t come close
10 on my back in dat 1v1 and i do him like prime gianfranco (what?)
do him like prime del piero, repping my city, we getting dinero
if i’m doing my ting don’t stare tho, proud of my town, dei miei frate so fiero, (uh)
how many times was i destined to shine, it went over my head like sombreros
over my head brasileiro, tricks and fl!cks, but brudda i’m here tho

2.verse:
yo, i’m here tho (ay)
few setbacks, i’m here still (yuh)
90th minute you back off (yuh yuh)
chat p+ss on a pitch get done by me two feet when i hop inna tackle
no red card ‘av a word w the ref, i’m calm, their whole team rattled (calm)
me i don’t play no games when i tell man straight you get smoked like camel (+inhale+)
p+ssy you back out the 1v1, full kit when i run into battle, (get smoked)
when you run into battle issa shocker (man)
i see you run past like kaka, singing that song like waka (waka, waka)
young on the scene like saka, tryna get mills like lagga, (lagga, lagga)
finesse man score like salah
time keep ticking the 90th minute
my team getting spinach not stuck in a slammer (uh)
better figure it out, you see first come the ps then come:
donnies, caught offside like prolly, can’t chat to me properly (krrt pow)
vision foggy, make em f+ckin sorry, kick mans face like volley
you’re not real, (real)
where was you on em weekly bars i ain’t seen respect from you still, (none of that)
only a few i can trust, drip and finesse is my circle still
3.verse:
me and my mandem are coming like patrick viera
bossin the park, dal mattino alla sera (graaah)
tricks in the bag like lamela, bun up the place widda single travela weight on my back i got h+lla, but this ain’t new there’s a few in my era
any contest get (brrrap) fam i come thru can i make it clearer? (what can i say?)
never trade souls, with devils, and mans on top for the rest of the season (what can i do?)
the bag is secured (brap pow)
and no i ain’t leaving (leaving)
i need to double the score, (double that score line)
then i start breathing (+inhale+)
me i do box to box, the stamina shocks, they keep on peeping, (looking)
petr čech yourself, i’m keeping, track of all ya d+ckheads creeping

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