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rk (uk) - hoods hottest┃p110 lyrics

i told em to lowe it cos they ain’t walkin’ what they talkin’ bout
beef we never talk it out so watch who you be talkin’ bout
you’re broke, you need to sort it out
i was flingin’ ballers out when you were up in walk about
they see me and its awkward now
cos we ain’t on the same page, we ain’t got nothing to talk about
you’re tryna stack for shoes, i’m tryna get a mortgage out
remember mum said moneys all i ever talk about
i told her mum, moneys my bestfriend, we’ve never fallen out
remembеr when i caught my case, i thought i was a gonner
evеry weekend, i would put away a oner and that was just a private little stack for my mumma cos if man don’t pay the rent then who the f+cks gonna?
i’m in the trap stinkin’ cos i ain’t showered all week
new kicks on my feet, courtesy of all these fiends
got a fresh batch of b, i just gave a [?] to pete
came back up in the room and his head was by his feet
i’m tryna pattern up this tings yard so man can put a crop in it
filthy bandos, wouldn’t put my dog in it
can’t see the tv, the rooms got too much fog in it
carls scr+ppin’ john over a pipe cos he was hoggin’ it
every single thing i do is for me and mumsy
i was out hittin’ sales when you was wrapped up in your onesie
got nitties rattling in the corner, lookin’ at me hungry
can’t even go to sleep cos if i did they’d probably rob me
i’m tryna get rich and i ain’t stopping til’ i am
i ain’t stoppin’ til’ i’m grand, goin’ shoppin’ couple bands
nuttin’ bout this life glam
i was shottin’ out of sam’s, droppin’ nitties couple grams
the hustle turnt me to a man
growing up, i was the kid you couldn’t stand
now your b+tch wants to blow me, she movin’ like a fan
free my brothers that are slam
got some hot headed g’s, they come home and do an am then go right back in the can
i remember comin’ home and having p+ss all
now when i’m hungry i don’t nibble
i chew the whole ting, f+ck that, i eat the gristle
mum told me get a job but i ain’t tryna work in lidl’s
i’m tryna be a baller, i ain’t tryna do no dribbles
got this one bad b+tch and i’m suckin’ on her nipples
foreplay don, i feed that kitty like i’m kibble
i said girl how your ass so fat but the frame so likkle’?
its real but only real will understand
i was tryna get this money, i ain’t have no other plans
i don’t think you understand, see me i overstand
if you’re f+cking with my income then you can hold a bang
i got this money in my hand but its coming like some sand
cos i can’t hold on to it, can’t put it in the bank
i’m tryna live a life, if [?] couple grand
but my life’s gone one direction, i ain’t talkin’ bout the band
talkin’ like they’re going far when them man are far gone
finessing all the time like i’m pushing r1
they tell me you got bars don but being broke can’t run
so i’m puttin’ in that leg work until i can’t run
said i got weed and bought a 20
got drink, i’m sippin’ henny
and if you think you’re bad, bada+bing like benny
real life darg, i’m always in my hood like kenny
the kitties holla me for more b like denny
they hear me rap, they’re like the kids in ments
i said i’m really in the field like some kids in tents
couple donnies doin’ bids in pen cos of the snitches dem
look into their eyes and i can see the b+tch in them
remember chillin’ on the block with a bag of man
now i’m in an s3 rooftop, panoram
my bro got sucked on a daytime move so now we only eat at night like my akh’s during ramadan

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