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poppy (npk) - tottenham tugz lyrics

[intro: poppy]
jm double 0 made this one, you know
put grub on the strip, then i lock down one two pubs (pubs)
this gun blew like crips, man saw nothin’ but blood
(skrrrt)

[verse 1: poppy]
tryna focus more (tryna focus more), i gotta be up by dawn (up by dawn)
man got b and this raw, sh+t then, now i got b in my pores (my pores)
got rambo, tryna enforce, quickly, put this key in that ford (skrrt)
my b+tch badder than yours (than yours), she got tt in her drawers
bad b in a porsche, sports, the whip don’t rev, it roars (vroom)
and i’m ghanaian of course, a 90’s baby, a capricorn
she on whatever the weather, grey hair on, now she look like storm (grey hair on, now she look like storm)
and her +rs+ clap like a round of applause (like a round of applausе)
this .9 is a baby (baby)
i just wanna see if it talks (brrrt)
’cause i hear thesе n+ggas love talking (love it)
now i wan’ see if they walk (they love that)
and most these n+ggas love talk ’bout war but they soon gon’ be in a morgue (soon gon’ be in a morgue)
and most these n+ggas say “f+ck police” but they soon gon’ say what he saw (say what he saw)
oh, you’re drippin’ in sauce?
i’ll make a man drip by force (i’ll make a man drip by force)
these rats keep tryna inform
speak on the gang, like blud, are you sure? (like blud, are you sure?)
shot, can’t rise, it falls (falls)
make the mac 10 turn a man corpse (turn a man corpse)
i keep kobe in my thoughts (kobe)
i do road like i’m on tour (tour)
if i swing this one like ragnar
juice gon’ spill like strawberry fanta (skrrt)
when i’m in here like dandruff (dandruff)
with an afro ting, ugandan
back like she don’t eat nothin’ but sadza (back)
you better not start no passa
’cause i’ll send man higher than nasa (high)
pop shots never had no manners (never)
and i roll with them hardcore trappers
we get money ’cause nothin’ else matters (nothin’)
count money like bankers
and we’re takin’ the p+ss like pampers
all of these rats just want us in handcuffs (handcuffs)
how the feds keep doin’ up gang stuff? (why?)
how they shoot md with his hands up?

[chorus: poppy]
put grub on the strip (strip), then i lock down one, two pubs (one, two)
this gun blew like crips (crips), man saw nothin’ but blood (bloods)
all these guys my sons, that’s real talk, you can ask your mum (ask)
you know i’m a tottenham thug, got t in me but i ain’t no mug (tottenham)
put grub on the strip (strip), then i lock down one, two pubs (pubs)
this gun blew like crips (blew), man saw nothin’ but blood
all these guys my sons, that’s real talk, you can ask your mum (ask)
you know i’m a tottenham thug, got t in me but i ain’t no mug (tottenham thug)

[verse 2: kayykayy]
still show you ’bout gangin’
insert this gun, step, do it there and vanish
uncz just banged him, slapped him at random
i’ve been on the strip since bro threw tantrum (facts)
no one can tell me ’bout badness
step and splash him, done it for the mandem (facts)
free six and bluey, it’s standard
still f+ck feds till they free all the gangdem
and i don’t wanna rap ’bout broke boys (no)
that come to the ends and make no noise
my little boys, hot boys, glock boys
slide where you stay, don’t lack, you get dropped boy (bap)
claim you’re an opp boy, block boy
pull up and ashley water, who’s top boy?
free slapit, trap, get guap, i’m partying dot with the dot boy (free bro)
i hate when the feds take gang, i swear on my life, it’s not joy (f+ck sake)
get the drop, now the opps in the fifth so right now we’re doin’ up convoy
i’m with legs and bl!cky, folks is on sight, we do man quickly
jump out gang, put the rambz in man, about three times or six with the fl!cky (ching, ching)
free gil b, dip till it bends or beats off shots off a one, two fizzy (boo)
free loose and sav, still get whacked and splashed in the can, are you silly? (facts)
my broski don’t take chat, he’s tapped, he’ll clap up your man and pitney
free trilly, free trilly, run man down, put blades in kidney (free trill)

[chorus: poppy]
put grub on the strip, then i lock down one, two pubs
this gun blew like crips, man saw nothin’ but blood
all these guys my sons, that’s real talk, you can ask your mum
you know i’m a tottenham thug, got t in me but i ain’t no mug
put grub on the strip, then i lock down one, two pubs
this gun blew like crips, man saw nothin’ but blood
all these guys my sons, that’s real talk, you can ask your mum
you know i’m a tottenham thug, got t in me but i ain’t no mug

- poppy npk lyrics

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