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omh - party like a rockstar lyrics

[intro]
woosh
took me a twenty hit bag from dispersal wa+
yeah, nah, keep it goin’, keep it goin’, keep it goin’

[verse 1]
took me a twenty hit bag from dispersal, want me a g17 and a rolley (dae, dae)
scar face like tony, scab on his cheek, getting picked like bogey’ (uh, uh)
i lay low from the police, but my surname, had the gov’s them know me (p+ssed)
real top boy like mowdi, had the opp block on shake like protein
i just shot the wing, ask the leyton yutes if i’m chattin’ sh+t (ask them)
up north, i was mashing it, i got twisted up, it’s embarrassing
on my job like milner, i could fly to your hood and you won’t do sh+t, cah’ you know that my block realer (4’s up)
party like rockstar, t++th up your crop+yard, tеl just take man’s dinner (agh)
driller, gotta pray to thе most high, i’m a sinner
on the back road, made the handting vibrate (woosh), come a long way from court in high gate
how you my boy but you’re moving side+ways? (why?) friends since msn days and mysp+ce
know how many are rubbed out, that are my age? i stay dangerous, you let man violate
i feel like+
i feel like the scene just ripped me off, when the streets, them, know what i’m on (uh, uh)
hackney police hate me so much, i get nicked for sh+t i ain’t done (mad)
run, boys in the blue just come, i ain’t tryna get nicked with this loaded gun
run, i don’t leave sh+t at my mum’s, that’s the first place gang unit will come (mad)
man say “tel, you move too bait, come out jail went back in days” (sad)
i say “bro, when you’re assigned to the streets, sh+t like this goes down everyday” (facts)
still, i gotta pray for a clean run (prayin’), me being me, i’m in to deep, if i switch up, it’s treason (i can’t)
and me being me, i stay with heat, i really be playing with my freedom (woosh)
it really ain’t safe where you’re sleeping, g sh+t, if it’s my hood you’re beefin’ (uh, uh)
he done drills on my block? he’s dreamin’
we got waps, we ain’t like these man, spin your block like the ice cream van
ding dong from pikey sam, or the irish man, like paddy, gaz
facts, have you ever slapped your gun? or punched man up on the wing for fun? (uh, uh)
tramp, i robbed my man for a box, and he took the l cah’ he knows what i’m on (mad)
mean, n+gga’s still onto me, for dirt that i done in 016′ (yeah)
team, tell them if they f+ck with mine, then the crime scenes going on bbc (mad ting)
party like rockstar, burger, lobster, attitude stinks like pogba (get off)
i’ll take man’s things like pocker, take the case to trial, your honor (uh, uh)
i’ll take my chance in starvin’, microwaved meals in court are jarrin’ (f+cking h+ll)
and i gotta shout+out mrs. martin, gave me the drop when the gov’s are marchin’ (uh, uh)

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