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rv - pochettino lyrics

[chorus]

my team run tottenham (ofb), i feel like pochettino
she told her friend that she likes me, but she don’t wanna boost my ego (haha)
bad and boujee like migos (she bad)
came to the nizz for the d, i told her keep that sh-t on the d-low (shhh)
went from a z to a kilo (kilo)
next time i reload, imma rob my connect like i’m reeko (stick him up)
how them yout’s keep getting away, slow down like bobby valentino (slow down)
25 bells in the mac, get 10 in the back like coutinho (ten)

[verse 1]

take my skeng to the park and test it (boom), call that gunplay
opps don’t wanna see me on road, they avoid me like the bus lane (runnin’)
no heathrow but they runway (dashin’), cause they know that i stab guys
splash in the face get baptised (ching), like you went church on a sunday
so what’s all that talk that i heard (huh), back it out don’t say a word (shhh)
rv i’m a savage, i got beef with a gang full of nerds (they’re wet)
i went jail for two stabbings (two), i don’t wanna go back for a third (no way)
but i got a shank on me right now, same time that i’m rapping this verse (mum’s life)
i mash work on the opps, i don’t care about karma (nah)
mum said you’ll go jail or you’ll end up dead, but i know what i’d rather (of course)
fix man’s wig like a barber, them boy don’t want palaver (no way)
jump out like what’s good (what’s good), get hit before you give your answer (boom)
when i take man’s soul, no way you can’t get this back (no way, no way)
grim reaper cah i’m dressed in black (black)
hit him up head neck chest or back (all over)
44 longs an olympic ting, that’s an expensive strap (sho)

[chorus]

[verse 2]

backed it out and man c-cked it, nose long like an ostrich (long)
see man pushing their friends, i swear that look like a mosh pit (embarr-ssing)
still qualified in knife work, n-ggas must think that i lost it
they know me in tottenham, i feel like i’m one of the boxers
take bread if i fl!ck this blade, latex if i grip this tre
me and bro been riding all week, i hope boy slips today (i pray, i pray)
wait who’s that hit the brakes (huh)
jump out do man proper (chef him), go home netflix with bae (normal)
rv i’m a certified chingers, handle my shank with sk!lls (sk!lls)
ofb just copped some spinners, like we’re tryna get some wheels (dingers)
i heard what the opp boy say, but i don’t think none of it’s real (nah)
n-ggas scream ofbk, but none of my friends been k!lled (what about you?)
high vis and gl-sses, in the 4 door i’m looking all lynch (neek)
but i’m in the 9 or the 2’s, and i’m tryna slap man’s wig (anyting green get bun)
when i back the thing, and i bang this 4’s (what)
i’ll leave man stretched (stretched), like your fantastic four (sho)

[chorus]

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