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skel jug – never looked back lyrics

[verse 1]
20gs on my whip
double cs on my kicks
louie print for my chick
40 onions on my wrist
me & shak bought a brick
& made them 1000 grams flip

now my youngboys eat
need os they phone me
i locked a 10 last week
and bought a 9 for the beef
vs diamonds in my t++th
so it’s thousands when i speak
got my runner ot, wid a raw ball of each
and a fl!cky in his cheeks
making thousands in my sleep

i made a k!lling off of ami
i used to hit them in alley
on my stolen peddle bike
in some beat down nike’s
then i hit .. & made a k!lling off of light
i can put it on my life

i’ve mashed work on these streets
served grease to feens
& made plenty man bleed
fof be the team
balmain be the jeans
6 bills for the t
it all started from a g
it all started from a g
[chorus x2]
might fly to milan just to spend some old cash
first time i made a rack man, i never looked back
double cs on my feet had me feeling like the man
& this roley on my wrist courtesy of cooked crack

[verse 2]
i remember days in them flats
i was tryna make stacks off them 8 ball packs
me and tee back to back
went halfs 7 grams
no plans, just some scales and a dirty fl!ck shank
till i switched up the game invested in waps
dirty money in my stack
i ain’t known in the bank
all i do is fly birds
even got one on my tat
when it’s uptown shopping i don’t need to see the tags
last time i went hakka spent a monkey on my tab

life got colder
passed all them n+ggas that i used to call olders
bros whipping wid the soda
while i’m clinging up this odour
only problem that i have is where to store the yola
on my young dolph sh+t
young n+gga pushing bricks
got a bando full of kits
wooden handle on my stick
and a fully loaded clip
name a n+gga my age, work rate like this

[chorus x2]
might fly to milan just to spend some old cash
first time i made a rack man, i never looked back
double cs on my feet had me feeling like the man
& this roley on my wrist courtesy of cooked crack

[verse 3]
spent a 20 on my whip
just to transport these bricks
flying birds in the alley, i don’t sit home and cl!ck
add soda to the pot now watch this magic trick
4 quid in my pockets when i step in harvey nichs
a thousand flips on my strip
i’m knee deep in this sh+t
10 racks in elastic
i get it how i live

3 jukz, 3 tray, 3 butch from the wing
really came from the bottom, now i’m flooding it wid bits
i know they hating but they got respect
all these bricks that i out i soon cop a patek
until then, i’m in the bimmer wid the priciest zeds
the way i flex, i forget i got a case on my head

i just pray for better days
then it’s back to whipping yay
only few months back i caught a big drug case
caught me wid a half b & nearly locked me in the cage
but i brushed off that l and copped a brick next day

- skel jug lyrics

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