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proton - 7 god (6 god freestyle) lyrics

let me make it clear i got death on the line but i can’t hear the threats
call waiting from a half dozen skets
buncha new generation rengeys
same grimey yats giving out beats like its bless but
but they ain’t bless
yardie yatty dishing out the ever bless
lame hoes baby daddy’s doin basic
but baby im more like m&s

so lets get back to who’s running the seven
my n-gga stormz brought it back to the seven
krept n kones brought it back to the seven
i want a girl who f-cks girls like ellen that’s degeneres
and if she generous we sharing
year 11 listening to fem felon
me n littles in the cl-ss sharing headphones
back when the only sh-t i used to run was errands
like link slags

but im a lord in my town
the n-gga shapin up my beard got a porsche from the brown
n we shiftin’ through them gears got a portion of loud
my n-gga shiftin’ that gear it’s got his horse power growling
clip em round the ears cah they all be my child
i know they p-ssed that im here they tried forcing me out
put a spliff in the air for my boys in the ground
flick flick now he’s piers in a morg-an im out

that’s some wordplay for em
everytime i f-ck up someone else sh-t it feels like the workrates falling
couple mixtapes n a few birds paid for em
k!ll sh-t get a he-rs- take em coroners
in earth ima cover them p-ssies, they ain’t learnt they novice
when i drop call first aid for em get a nurse, maid, bed pan, geraniums, cards like a birthday
the b-tches they claiming that they f-cked are all mermaids

so we know that it’s a myth
we control the drought so i know whats in your spliff
with a stonerlooking b-tch
and she rolling off the sh-ts
i be in her house
codeine in her cup give the opiates a sip
man they hopin that i slip
pre drink wave cold wine that im holding for your chick when she open up the fridge
f-ckboys holdin onto gibs be careful when you postin up them pics
cah you know we got them

we got them scared right
they ain’t flying anything n they got air lines
i remember when she used to gimme air time
sh-t changed now a n-gga gettin air time
they wanna block out the noise
hands to their ears
pretend like me 20 lads ain’t there
ready to turn up put your hands in the air
turn a fan to a fan hear em cheer it’s so light man

my booking fee needs another zero
im the dark in the foil like it’s milo
cause im dope like pressin up a kilo
im with ho who keeps messin up my pillows
facedown b-ss loud is the procedure
send her body into a seizure
she ride it till i bus that’s arriva
i put the mean in demeanour

… i got a call from moany n it’s go time
a few shows from a roley then it’s show time
…really i gotta thank the most high
that i’m so grounded when i’m the most fly
i’m the type to slow down at the go sign
i’m one of them “don’t tell me where to go” types
i’m one of them just let me do it in my own time
she so peng when she sniffing up a c0ke line

lord have mercy on her columella
that purse ain’t real burberry i don’t wanna tell her
i told k she can phone me if she wanna tenner
cah when i blow she know we gonna get this doe together
i don’t love a b-tch but my marge n the queen on the coins
i do my best to make sure the rave’s free for my boys
pigs pull us cah the clouds from the whip are too thick
then talk sh-t bout cease and destroy… n-gga please

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