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ramma (lab tv) - 1take lyrics

[verse]
you can’t tell me bout’ laps, i’ve done mileage
my brother b drives the whip like a pilot
don’t f+ck with the lads, they get violent
one phone call, i’ll take a flight out to ireland
bro i’m ready to blow like a petty bomb
forty wires in the crop gave me eleccy shock
couple lads gone legit, they be selling dogs
i’m with the lads on the estate and they be selling rocks
you might see me with my kids, i’m a family man
brother carrying tools likе a handyman
we give the kids nightmarеs like the candyman
tell your boy ‘shut the f+ck up’ he’s a handicap
my brother said ‘chill now, lad you’re famous’
won’t be long til’ you’re on the big stages
if you’re real and you relate, you better play this
the scouse kid taking over your playlist
you better tell them that i’m scouse lad, i’m not english
from a kid i’ve been floating in dingers
my brother b got it locked up in finglas
f+ck around and he’ll leave your man fingerless
and i’m not tryna cause’ sh+t, i’m just having fun
but talk sh+t about me and i’ll slap your mum
what you telling lies for? you won’t bang a gun
i’ve got hitters from [?] to ballymun
my brother rang about some plants, that’s the money talk
we don’t sell no bash lad, it’s fully raw
all my dogs in the field, they got muddy paws
selling k that’ll leave you with a funny walk
bro they’re tryna put me down like some banned dogs
my brothers active on the strip and he bangs glocks
i’m in all the real spots that your mans not
you can catch me in the crop like some plant pots
or you can catch me and your bird setting lights up
talking sh+t about me you’ll get a right hook
i won’t stop til’ my wrist looking iced up
your boy came with a knife, got his knife took
i’ll send a yg to get you, i won’t lift a finger
why you showing off your bird? lad your birds a minger
bro your mans not a rapper, bro your boys a singer
my bros are ready for war like my brother kinger
boys are ready for war like the taliban
you won’t see me in a club, i’m a scaly tw+t
you can catch me on the block like a alley cat
all the banks hate me, ask halifax
and i want the whole thing, not a piece of pie
out delivering food like a pizza guy
i’m a real ass g, i don’t need to lie
gotta wait, take days for the weed to dry
hmp got me shouting ‘free the bros’
got no time to waste, i’ve got weed to grow
take a trip up the mot when my p’s are low
too much sh+t i can’t say, you don’t need to know

- ramma lab tv lyrics

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