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ofb – mosh pit lyrics

[intro]
sk’s moving mad uno
yo, yo

[chorus: headie one, rv & digdat]
all of these tours on the opp block, watch it get poppin’ like mary
big rambo, tryna shave mans chest but i couldn’t give a f-ck if it’s hairy
stepped in moose or canada goose, big coat, tryna hide this shank
ching mans brain, now he’s got both hands on his head like a migraine sk-nk
tell a boy mind this talk, you ain’t on this, get swept quick, let me kick out his top lip
got ami, chip and i’ve got rizz, shoplift, never got served in londis
i was up and down in their block lifts, five man deep inside, it’s a mosh pit
got teet’ in line with the mop stick, see man run then trip and you dropped sh-t

[verse 1: headie one]
i’m in the studio doing up work or i’m in the bando doing up work
i gotta get the re-up back first
the profit, oh, so lovely, might go cop a little uzi, no vert
from kway i see man disperse, reverse then argue who jumped out first
i was really tryna put man on the top, that’s merch
nuttin’ can stop me trapping
even when i had no driver, a man took a nina on a train and travelled
same way out the hood, man drilling like mining
i can still do both, really tryna wet mans face, no flannel
on sight man, no cowell, see pigs, do a u, no channel
i need these skengs and dingers all auto, still grab the dots, stuff this manual
oh, how i love this prof’, grab two juvie’s, stuff this bando
gotta count this money up daily, i just can’t do it monthly or annual
t house really kicks off, soft set, no time for no boxset, no scandals

[verse 2: rv]
my rambo’s fifteen inches, domino’s pizza, extra toppings
gotta carry this smoke, anytime i do road, even when i go shopping
me and bro tryna pattern this grow, we ain’t editing pictures but i’m still cropping
plus i got light and dark like a zebra crossing
they’re good with computers like bill gates, sitting at home where they feel safe
’till i bring my boys to their yard like kelis in milkshake
i been on the strip in person, i don’t know why them pr-cks ain’t learning
big mac, no chips and gherkin, if anyone slips, it’s curtains
six figure n-gg- but i stay humble, still go bagel for a crumble
bad b coming to the nizz for the d, wanna let her hair down like rapunzel
my man dropped, slipped, got dipped, bet he wishes he didn’t stumble
got caught in traffic when he got boxed in, he weren’t ready to rumble

[verse 3: digdat]
still out doing these 10 shots, kelly wants 10, that’s 5 on 5
used to sit, watch time go by, spent most of my days in yoi’s
put too many slabs on a diggies, now i gotta press tear on a scale
scale 4 approach with caution, you don’t know who’s there with the 12
flick shank my favourite tooly, dip, dip, i ain’t gotta aim that 40
whoosh, whoosh in a mans chest, now your white t’s red, better take that laundry
serve no unknown callers, still trap, fit two o’s, one quarter
put bill wrapped notes in order, free bro s, he’s a top goalscorer
see a fed man pull out his badge, he just threw me in the back with force
and i never got charged in maj’, bopped in crown courts, hand down my shorts
big saw like i’m in dt, dot-dot there bro, give it a sawn
still revving it reckless, in and out of traffic, everyone’s dibbing their horn

- ofb lyrics

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