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showkey x movements x a1fromthe9 x tremz – pounds and notes lyrics

[verse 1: showkey]
grind and stack
same time tryna take off hats
i give hookers the d
it’s not me that will finance yats
dip dip in a boy’s mouth if his giving off violent chat
more time give stress to your uncle but nuff times when i raided gaffs
bad b wanna chat to the kid, big back she a bimbo
i saw my man out the window man had to wind down windows
big blam in the yard but they ain’t tryna let that ting go
free lm, free lee, free tm, free sinco
man can’t tell me about wetters
my dip game that’s tekkers
bullets fly straight but my n-gg-s bend it like beckham
i got n-gg-s in brikky and [?]
i got n-gg-s in city and streatham
chit chat on the net but live in the flesh mans pressured
chatty mouth chat just chat, chat up chat he just chatting
my young boy wanna do trap, whitney bob he keeps slanging
big boy doing up f, loyds and nat he keeps banking
your og wants to be rude, tell my yg slap him
i put nuff man up of ropes, wanna know who shows this smoke
bad b wanna act brand new, these times she a old school hoe
tryna see pounds on pounds, i wanna see notes on notes
di-di-di-di-di-di-dip in mans head, i be tryna cut mans skull
these man trapping for garms, these man trapping for fashion
beep beep in a ding dong car, crash man down in a wagon
i don’t know about charms but i know about aaron
and i might see nora, things on thing gonna happen
like man don’t come round l
what d’you know about taking an l
what d’you know about opp block everyday till it just gets boring as h-ll
they claim they got guns, but i got a chest for them sh-lls
they claim they got funds, but them man broke as well
showkeys wet, showkeys off, showkey don’t get paid
if you can say it on snapchat, say it to his face
cah if i see man live in the flesh there’s no eye contact man look straight
m with a 10, m with n
love for them is too bait
it’s the shortest dons with the longest dippers
lil y and cremz lock a man in clipper
showkey on your block tryna leave man hashtag dipper
movements on your block tryna leave man hashtag twissup

[verse 2: movements]
tryna see pounds on pounds tryna see notes on notes
that 4-door come, everything long, bare man ain’t involved
tryna see pounds on pounds tryna see notes on notes
that 4-door come, everything long, bare man ain’t involved
this is all that we do; hoes and sh-lls, chilling, getting dough i tell man nothing ain’t new
calling with tremz my n-gg-, his certi on ends but his from liverpool
don’t lack boy weapon in his bag, plus i got my joints too
man, man might put up like showkey see me in a va-va-voom
tryna get your vid to one thousand, my snap gets 2k views
man, i’ll wet a man down leave him holy like what the pastors do
had man trap, trap in the bando cos i don’t wanna look like you
big moova, i thought that you knew (mooooova)
man can tell me bout running with the seppies but can’t tell me nothing bout truce
on the trap old school i was getting rid of packs at break in school
dotty came with a big nose kept with me let it blow hatchoo
them days we was keeping up [?] uptop but where was you

[verse 3: a1fromthe9]
going around with the hand ting
clip long leave i need to plank it
scream ap no i ain’t the sun do now i’m gonna tan skin
f-ck them jakes, cah they got my bros on the wing like big-z
said he wants beef, the side breast will get eaten up quickly (chicken and chips!)
and it ain’t my fault if it’s your girl that i see
she was looking at me, i was looking at her, why you looking at me
i remember her eyes, always wanted that cake, had it all in my dream
till i met that plug and he had that raw and he works for the
dream
now i’m whipping up, whipping up, smoking on green
catch you was everything around me don, what d’you know about green
the bridges i burnt for the money, the n-gg-s i lost for the money
the tings that i did for the money, the n-gg-s i lost for the money

[verse 4: tremz]
from way back i’ve been banging out like lil tremz go get em for me
young boy in the alley way, had my older cousin had the metal for me
young boy in my pedal bike and i was selling white to your uncle mike
in school had to get the blade cos i was on small and i was disliked
didn’t act like they’re not scared of me but from a young boy i lived this life
that tremz life i got no type i’m smithed, i’ve got the chrome type
i gave your baby momma a bit of charlie, now she swallows ftr like [?]
liverpool back to south london, i’ll smoke em up be like a f-cking yardy
from way back it’s been free the riches and f-ck he rats there’s no compet-tion
scouse tremz like the scouse trapping i was in the kitchen like my nanny’s [?]
i haven’t been sleeping, tryna make it happen
bigz is on the coast doing trips, we’re getting money now till i saw the [?]
ay, don’t make me grab the automatic
way back i wanted all the riches, wanted all the waps, wanted all the b-tches
way back i’ve never been a meanie, i’ve never been a d-ckhead, i’ve never been i vitctim
every morning about half 9 i’ve been out the crib and i’ve been tryna get it
beefing with my young [?] but he didn’t want it so he’d always leg it

- showkey x movements x a1fromthe9 x tremz lyrics

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