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slipz & cr1 - subs lyrics

[intro: cr1 & slipz]
yeah
hl8
it’s a gully ‘ting
hox, free all the f-cking drillers locked down behind the doors
brigades
gotcha b-tch
get me?
free all my n-ggas
free jango
locked in the bin
ye’ get me?
jail house comin’ like subs; one goes out then one goes in
h-o-x!
an set up shot on any block, no one can’t tell me a thing
gully (gully)
i can build a cunch line from scratch, all i need is grub and a lyca sim
gully (gully)
all i need is grub and a lyca sim

[verse 1: slipz]
this dots comes old as f-ck
but that don’t mean i won’t come ’round there bang of this rusty one
uh, manna just sh-ll out the room
skrr from the scene before undies come
got six in the spin-spin ‘ting, man slap off corn ’til that bodies dropped
just got the drop from the opp and my n-gga just got there just in time
man can’t come ’round here with no one pop, rudeboy you’re smoking spice
free up my guys in the jail house, free up sj; twenty years inside
got muller in jail for a kidnap
got him in aylesbury doing a nine
got jango locked for a booting
n-ggas know that my gang too smoky
just got a call from the plug
said he got that grub, told him meet me in stokey
and my ot line just ring so much
two days coulda bought me a rollie
my runner just gets that pack
got stuck in the trap but he moves too dopey
golden one wanna flex with gang
come ‘ere and hold this handting
got a two in the q in the rex
’bout to make it flip, suttin’ like gymnastics
i can teach you man how to whip
man straight drop that, i don’t need no magic
and bro-bro went to the [?], with a dot
saw a opp and a whip and slapped it
free up my one-four drillers
free sb, free up ractive
and free up smokey jay, twenty one years
judge gave him a mad ‘ting
man just splash up the place, swing that blade, move erratic
man just splash up the place, swing that blade, move erratic
(splash it, splash it, splash it)

[chorus: slipz]
free up my g’s locked in the bin
jail house comin’ like subs; one comes out then one goes in
man set up shot in any block, no one can’t tell me a thing (no one)
i can build a cunch line from scratch
all i need is grub and a lyca sim
all i need is grub and a lyca sim
free up my g’s locked in the bin
jail house comin’ like subs; one comes out then one goes in
man set up shot in any block, no one can’t tell me a thing
i can build a cunch line from scratch
all i need is grub and a lyca sim
all i need is grub and a lyca sim

[verse 2: cr1]
on the back of a three-double-o
me and bro got matching yanks (yanks)
things and stuff, my person
got my head wrapped like a taliban (don’t lack)
sammi’s, rami’s kitchies; we come equipped like the handyman
your darg got nicked for a three cos he backed it out
and he banged off blanks
if i ain’t got sweets for the heat, i’ll have to lure up the candyman
qway ot, doin’ hand-to-hand
that’s how i made these bands-on-bands (racks)
not one in the riz, then it gets wrapped in a plastic bag
pack’s get stretched like the plastic man
thought i was gonna say elastic band
need elastic bands for the cash to give to the plug when the package lands
cali buds from ‘dam, but the dirty bujj from pakistan
three-fifty for a two’s of the amm’
i get it from the bazzy lads
mum asked why i do what i do, ’cause it’s tax-free and it’s cash in hand
this [?] goes mad
took so much l’s but i still bounce back
me and tp went–, just to bully up youtes
but they don’t ride back
last time i went ’round there with uh-uh
suttin’ got tanned and spread like b-tter
i was doin’ up chase, you was doin’ up runner
but you still got dug by the rusty cutter
i ain’t involved and i quote
like, two rambo’s ’round my waist
step ’round there on voltz (who wan’ it?)
like badders give uck then sent home
rami’ all in man’s chest bone
man got food like tesco’s
pack get bagged like metro
in jail, only had one kettle
hand ‘ting come long, extendo’
score up, come big like menthol
if a opp ever thinks i lack, then i’ll draw for my shank like pencils
my block’s got bare utensils
mum said i should be more gentle
me and sl hope out the rental
and dice man up, oriental

[outro: slipz]
free up my g’s locked in the bin
jail house comin’ like subs; one comes out then one goes in
man set up shot in any block, no one can’t tell me a thing

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