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ridla - sofa surfin lyrics

[intro]
(yvng monty, you wildin)
(man you got sk!llz!)
l’s up or you get f+cking sh+lled up
free my f+cking thugs, you know what it is (grrrt)

[chorus]
still got the bando booming dnd when i whip that light up
catch me sofa surfin i was with bro tryna get my grind up
can you hear that nokia ringing?
i don’t mean to brag baby that’s my lyca
shoulda known better my darg
cah’ n+ggas get burned when they play with fire (grrt)
still got the bando serving (that’s right)
still got my dargs them birded (huh)
yo bro, why you look so nervous?
pass me the wap i’ll carry that burden [in me?]
still in the trap i’m working (huh)
you know how it goes down though (grrt, grrt)
i don’t really show her attention
but i can bet she goes down low (i bet)

[verse 1]
when suttin’ get’s touched in walthamforest
it’s the talk of town that the malis did that (that the malis did that)
bet thеy won’t spin back
im on the block, shot’s get dispatched
n+ggas wanna brag about things that wе been had
it’s hops to the porch and we been tapped
if i’m with f blacked+out like i’ve bin+bag
you don’t wanna know what’s in the gym bag
all the things that i could’ve done (could’ve done)
still i’m on the block with my hoodie on
bro done up like i would’ve done
p+ssy froze up like a b+tch, and he could’ve run (b+tch)
multiple times that i should’ve run
but i got a hard head i’m stubborn
all about bread i don’t know about clubbing
and you f+cking with them? i don’t know bout cousins
are you buzzin? ay you must be
if you think my guys’nem slip
rambo blade attached to my hip
any violation, shirts get ripped
look at ic3 turn blue like he’s crip
then it’s back to the hustle call me nip
me i rap about things that i actually did
they rap about life they don’t actually live
mum used to pray for a doctor
now she just prays that i don’t get locked up
you see gang take a flight like a ‘copter
baby+nine was the first to my roaster
grown up i want a draco like nocta
on the opp block tryna find me a rasta (grrt, grrt)
i ain’t racist, it’s the block stuff
need a wap? bro here on my blocka
[chorus]
still got the bando booming dnd when i whip that light up
catch me sofa surfin i was with bro tryna get my grind up
can you hear that nokia ringing?
i don’t mean to brag baby that’s my lyca
shoulda known better my darg
cah’ n+ggas get burned when they play with fire (grrt)
still got the bando serving (that’s right)
still got my dargs them birded (huh)
yo bro, why you look so nervous?
pass me the wap i’ll carry that burden [in me?]
still in the trap i’m working (huh)
you know how it goes down though (grrt, grrt)
i don’t really show her attention
but i can bet she goes down low (i bet)

[verse 2]
lemme tell you bout my bando diary
whipping up flakes, you man[might?] know it as yola
got my fairshare of ot drama
it took me a while but i showed composure
man i just got a call from my knick+knack
saying bare shottas tryna trouble my soldier (who?)
so i spent five bills on a dott+dotts
send it up there like “yo take over”
“yo, go to the hottest bando, boot down the door and let it off twice” (baow, baow)
it happened at half past 8 i bet the whole spot will know by the quarter to 9
now’s he’s comfy selling that light
and they all look down when he’s paddling by
it’s funny all it took was a dott+dott
now all the shottas are getting in line
whenever i need me i’d rather give 15 light to mikey
he drives me a 100 miles whenever i re+up on kylie
this thing is too into her starsigns (yvng monty, you wildin)
about pisces, allow me (man you got sk!llz!)
now she’s tryna act all feisty
man that fishie watches too much towie
miss me (miss me)
the life that i live is risky (grrt, grrt)
can’t lie that my old thing is history
woulda thought that my new thing is from west indies
shoutout to my new habibtis
stuck to me even more than my mindi
it’s a mystery (baow, baow)
mask on my face tryna make one fly like a frisby (grrt, grrt)
[chorus]
still got the bando booming dnd when i whip that light up
catch me sofa surfin i was with bro tryna get my grind up
can you hear that nokia ringing?
i don’t mean to brag baby that’s my lyca
shoulda known better my darg
cah’ n+ggas get burned when they play with fire (grrt)
still got the bando serving (that’s right)
still got my dargs them birded (huh)
yo bro, why you look so nervous?
pass me the wap i’ll carry that burden [in me?]
still in the trap i’m working (huh)
you know how it goes down though (grrt, grrt)
i don’t really show her attention
but i can bet she goes down low (i bet)

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