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mischief - again lyrics

[intro]
(brigade)
(come on, sapphire beatsz)
(gotti)
there block intention’s clear, went with that broom, ain’t came to sweep
response to empty threats, that’s me ’round there just tryna meet
ain’t experienced no heartbreak but my heart might get me hurt
done me wrong, i ain’t forgotten, for minor stuff, get done up worst

[chorus]
talk’s cheap, get with the actions, what’s all the chat (chattings)
spot and drop, opps went out sad, still slide that block, lurk for a pack (grr, bow)
it’s loyalty over love, i’m not the type to make amеnds
recap works, we done up rеcent, couldn’t care bout latest trends
three six i’m with the fiends, my trap phone ripping like some paper
thousand eights a thousand times, i’ll do the maths no calculator
trap mash, that money’s certain, put dope on the block again
dismissals and acquittals, bros come home and spin again

[verse]
it’s me that chings these rappers, ain’t no rapper that’s chinged me
don’t care bout any rumours, leave the badness on the streets
in the trenches you’ll get tested, better practise what you preach
catch him in that drip, i’ll rip that, bet l stain his clothes, no bleach (stain it)
put rackets on these boots before these rackets went on trainers
bi+metal rose and stainless and buy metal for my pagans (two tone)
done dodged a bird, no raven
thought l’d get bail at the station
make drinks more time, no magic, coke and soda in the basin
sold lines before the lines, saw stacks before the streams
heard that’s where my man’s resting, now l’m parked up on that street
i own this foreign whizzer so it’s that time if it’s stolen
young like ashley, i got steppy, teen years on the pitch like foden
[chorus]
talk’s cheap get with the actions, what’s all the chat (chattings)
spot and drop, opps went out sad, still slide that block, lurk for a pack (grr,bow)
it’s loyalty over love, i’m not the type to make amends
recap works, we done up recent, couldn’t care bout latest trends
three six i’m with the fiends, my trap phone ripping like some paper
thousand eights a thousand times, i’ll do the maths no calculator
trap mash, that money’s certain, put dope on the block again
dismissals and acquittals, bros come home and spin again

- mischief lyrics

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