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moscow17 – arson lyrics

[hook + loosescrew & rizzy rampz]
them man don’t wanna chance it
still blastin’, still moscow marching
violate turn to a target, my tracksuit’s dirty
i’m doing up arson

tracksuit dirty i’m doing up arson
we dont bury our tools in the garden
back the spin spins show man about marksman
see bro didn’t get no pardon, pardon
come talk to me darlin’

[verse 1 + rizzy rampz]
splash him, splash him
with a passion, passion, uh
rest up latz, facts
don’t make two wetters a fashion
the pagans them passive
they talk on their tunes
but ain’t really been banging
shotty just oso long, hazard
got me on ballards
if you say that i talk to myself
don’t talk to myself i talk with dem
they move tat they tell a man “drill it”
they think that i’m kiddin’
[?], they went through my vision
he claims he’s on drills
how can he be when bro’s in that prison
swing shanks in rhythm, angle different
now he’s all squirty, worksy
the scene is all dirty
baby girl love my rhyming like nursery
golden one from pecks, greatest s+x
you know she my percy
i keep, keep it on deck
in case them man step and think they can hurt me
two got splashed in a day, uh uh
that’s synchronised swimming
jb scored him a 9/10 for the way that he dived
when the dots hit him
my russians on drillin’
free ted, free loose, free tiny
free jb they gave them all pigeons
free intent too been bagged up in o
since then he’s been chillin’
[verse 2 + m2times]
yola cookin’, pyrex whippin’
bring it back over, do it and flip it
t+house sittin’, cunch like rippin’
two in a dots, three in a migit
turned him […] now little man’s kippin’
took a loss this week i was livin’
double it back i’m king of the kitchen
twin see opps on the block go spinnin’, aye
nearly broke my hand when i dug all in him
i left him swimmin’
keeps chingin’, beyblade ting bro bro go rip it
pyrex whippin’, i said it already
scored on the opps, we did it already
one eye bling with a wap like fetty
we’re playing footy
do up your chest, leave t+shirts messy
did you get it tt grub
grab me a chef do jugg on the ends without no credit
open the pack, the bando’s smellin’
we’re whippin’ up work, we’re known as chemists
lil’ man’s still stuck in the […]
we put him in a […], roll and bun him
point too long, chop it chop it
bro’s in o we’re stackin’ up off it
wine and dine with a smoke i love it
bae’s too in now she keeps on cussin’
we’re going on date, she’s holding a rocket, aye
we get bands and mash it
step with the tools clank him wratch it
russian ragers scored a mic
we do it for […], splash and brag it
splash and brag it
[verse 3 + loosescrew]
grip shanks and guns we investin’
you can hold corn from the dots or wesson
i’m a badman straight from the ends
you best just mind whose gangs you’re testin’
before we put hands on dots used to get ’round there, pedalbikes and cheffings
friday nights dont do no message
step for the k!ll that’s cheffing
infested peckham, we’re moscow veterans, teach them a lesson
war is war tell a boy don’t lack
i lost my bro so now we’re ridin’ attack
i’m tryna do more than just scratch man’s back
blow man’s head off we send man off
that’s the sh+t man’s on for the gang
the man talk sh+t like they’re gone
then they go home like loose is out ‘ere
best hide when i put on that bike gauge
drop on the opps so you know a man’s slidin’
can’t slide on the block, gotta slide on the area
guys still sh+t when they know that they heard of us
m to the spin ting lookin’ all circular
got sh+t for the low come [?] with us

[hook + loosescrew & rizzy rampz]
them man don’t wanna chance it
still blastin’, still moscow marching
violate turn to a target my tracksuit’s dirty
i’m doing up arson
tracksuit dirty i’m doing up arson
we dont bury our tools in the garden
back the spin spins show man about marksman
see bro didn’t get no pardon, pardon
come talk to me darlin’

- moscow17 lyrics

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