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potter payper - r9 lyrics

[intro]
(that’s chucks)

[verse]
all i know is run it up, till my legs are heavy
still rep for the set, i do sets of twenty
big banks and a butcher like i stepped with benny
i’m tryna leave that boy drippin’ like he dressed with bemi
my cracks yellow, buj brown like carl and lenny
i’m a real outlaw like edward kelly
bro knifed up his celly so they sent him swelly
i showed him how to charge his anko on his crystal telly
i’m a legend in the pitch like r9 and pelé
east london g+ngb+ngin’ like the ‘raq or l.a
i put coke in a pot likе pasta penne
and this ammonia stinks but it’s worth the hеadache
’round here you get dipped like turkish mezze
that’s loads of bread, and i made sure the bros was fed
louis down in the trenches, i’m overdressed
’cause i was broke, i was so depressed
i know these p+ssies wanna k!ll me, so you know the rest
i buy hire poles and spinners and we’re known to step
that’s neck, chest, back, that’s solar plex
ot i got ’em queuin’ up in rows of ten
i got about ten plugs that’ve thrown me ten
i’m a rudeboy, c+ckney like the old east end
all gold, but the face in my rolly’s red
like a fat white man tryna hold his breath
every night i have a dream, you was right here with me
then i wake up cryin’ cah my homie’s dead
i swear this life that i’m livin’ in’s so grotesque
i gotta learn from my mistakes like i don’t know best
i pray it don’t go left, i know they’re preein’
any time we’re puttin’ down hammers and when we’re re+ing
and i got opps on birds that need freein’
and i got bros as well, they need freein’
squeeze till i got nothin’ left like ian
carpe diem, really can’t wait to see ’em
i’m super ot, that means i grind european
i’m in a tracksuit in a eight figure meetin’
your brother ain’t your brother if he’s someone you compete with
how your links cuban when really you’re the weakest?
if you tell me somethin’, then i’m never gon’ repeat it
these rappers are my nephews, sons, i mean nieces
it’s a sad story like franklin and peaches
so i’ma keep my nina and show you what beef is
sh+t, ahh
[outro]
every night i have a dream, you was right here with me
then i wake up cryin’ cah my homie’s dead
screams show me love, can you show me sense?
please show me love, can you show me sense?
every night i have a dream, you was right here with me
then i wake up cryin’ cah my homie’s dead
screams show me love, can you show me sense?
please show me love, can you show me sense?

- potter payper lyrics

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