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s dog (uk) - [s dog] plugged in freestyle lyrics

[intro]
sd, plugged in
fumez the engineer
west yorkshire stando
yo

[verse]
grab your bally and let your strally rip
knock it down a gear, lean back and grip
ford comes hot from a nor’ wessy sticks
an’ my rhyme scheme’s sick, i’m an active kid
i rob bapes, cop sticks, serve nicks, shook strips
and if my eyesight’s locked to a b+tch i won’t miss
i’ma buss’ and dip
kickin’ off doors off estate for your crops then we chip
plated up dingers for that sh+t
active kids, yeah we walk what we talk, no lip
i remove off doors with a big kick
tie up all your stash and make a quick flip
in other words make a quick l!ck
in other words you can’t do sh+t
and fumez called me down for the plugged in
i couldn’t say no so i jumped in
fat boy run his fat chops
so i stepped back and slumped him
one bang dumped him, boom
[?], kenny, pj and biggz, yeah we’re active
plodded on estate but we’re packin’ beefs
slide up we get it crackin’, tec+9’s slappin’
i be active in ends i got heat, doin’ circles
lappin’, endin’ man, hyped on the phone
you’re a joke i just kick back laughin’
and yeah i f+cked up my phone
twenty lads that’s slackin’
but i’ll come up off music
i stay loyal to my boys, don’t abuse it
we raid [?] it’s the life that we live, i didn’t choose it
i stepped on road now my clothes exclusive
type on road and you still get muted
i don’t roll on my ones i’m not stupid
i got my sides boxed off like rubix
me and kizza doin’ laps round local
if a dingy hypes then we’ll toast ’em
we plan moves on the d+low
yack mans packs phones and the kilos, put it all out
and i still ring my plug like “where is my reload?”
and yeah i’m posted local
graftin’, started as a peddle bike
yo it was a mad ting
started skippin’ school, gettin’ racks in
and then i ‘come the face of my bit in my ends
stage smart, set trends, fifteen, sideways around them bends
and fam i’m not a rude boy mush, i’m a charva
i’m comin’ up on road real loud and fast, like a .45 blast
i don’t give a f+ck about my past
i been jail, lost my kid, been slashed
man my music’s airborne suttin’ like an aircraft
too, too blessed to be stressed, in myself i invest
i kinda separated myself from the rest, i get rated
fans from the north, from the east, to the south, to the west
i’m a active kid
i live what i chat and if you run or get slapped
you ain’t gettin’ it back
i live by the code fam i’m far from a rat
i set trends in the ends, far from a cat
[outro]
baow
fumez the engineer

- s dog uk lyrics

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