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nitonb, local, madmax, kd, sixty & abzsav - lies down lyrics

[intro: diana ross]
am i really hard to please?
perhaps i have such special needs
i wondered what was wrong with me
my friends all fall so easily
(ayosam)

[verse 1: nitonb]
yo
if you say it’s on sight, then do it then
how many got new drip, gang ruin them
ruined it
why they always gamble their life?
i don’t know for them guys
talk tough, but not doin’ it, doin’ it
dotts, put two in it
sweets, keep chewin it
jakes to the right, don’t ruin this drill
if you play in the field, better stay with the steel
it ain’t safe in the field, but their mate’s gettin’ k!lled
you ain’t outside, what’s that?
in the ride you ain’t got no caps
but cap in your raps, it certainly slaps
they’re p+ssеd when we lurk on the ultra attack
‘cah i hеar about the talk on the social sites, what’s this?
one time when a man got caught, said “wallah’ don’t do it, you’re k!lling a civ”
and then bro said, “i know him, i’m p+ssed”
[verse 2: local]
he’s dead for some simple reasons and he’s dead ‘cah the rambz went through him
why did he hop in the ride? you know [?] why, that he ain’t got the heart to do it
you can try run but these sweets gonna catch up
you better pray drip don’t get ruined
i know some demons that only speak splashings
shooting that language, they’re the most fluent
how many times have the five+o stepped to get down all the young kids and men?
we’ll do it again and again and again
don’t try run and hop that counter
thank the kebab that you ain’t dead
don’t sell shoes if you are a paigon
line that quick, you’ll deffo get wet
pray you don’t end up like the three in my zeggs

[verse 3: madmax]
i see all of them p+ssios running
don’t let me step, [?], madmax bun ’em
me and gang taped off enough blocks, got two out of three, left all of them gushing
first one in the drill, no discussions
yb hop on the back with a suttin’
seven man squashed in the dinger
i was in the boot and my zk clutching
first one in the drill, no lie
or i step with my rc hitters
man’s always been wild and vicious
from a young age, we been tapping them triggers
gang got catty, so we lined up dingers
.45 case, run about, love spinners
lunch time, robbed man bait for the dinners
now i need change and a whip with the sinners
[verse 4: kd]
yo, it gets hot in my own ends, crazy
i ain’t slim but my ends real shady
lifestyle wavy, i’m paid up lately
and if you ain’t bae, don’t call me baby
stay g’d up, wake up, don’t daydream
can’t at me unless you’re tryna pay me
on the backstreet with bro, getting blazey
packs and potions in the bag like hazey
i gotta get my p up, then spark a g up
shout bro gwopz, stacking for the re+up
loud in my system, ’bout to od up
on the right way, grafting, never feet up
couple years, wanna see open doors
ap set, i’m tryna open more
told bro+bro, “more, what’s mine is yours”
and he said, “same way, broski, of course”

[verse 5: sixty]
don’t get caught in a sticky predicament
two waps, man, you know i move diligent
with the rambz on my hip or the wap in my hand, like if this ting jams, i’m dipping him
those who died are far from innocent
.9 in my hand, let it go by billing him
don’t try run, might tear your ligaments
youngers and olders are both equivalent
civilians screaming out, “please stop chinging him!”
didn’t look up ‘cah i wasn’t listening
rambz in my hip, tryna do man due diligence
must be hot like rayner’s block
when i let it pop with a banter, no sitting in
catch him, finish him, done get rid of him
n+ggas know that i’m billing him
who’s beefing the racecourse citizens?
[verse 6: abzsav]
yo, we run west, f+ck that, we run the whole of london
knife work cray, packs caught, we gunmen, bun them
fly out the ride, and burna boy
stick out, hit man with the bunsen
the paigon gyal thought they was live, like the raq the corn was dumping
wig anyone that’s running
i’ve got ptsd from police, dem man got the same ting from the heat
got a zk long from my hip to my feet, when abzsav out, they hide i seek
i might just catch me a pack then open a caf’ with the loudest strains like dbe
three got packed, they’re up in my dank
now all the opp thots wan’ f+ck with me

- nitonb local madmax kd sixty abzsav lyrics

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