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sykes beats & dezzie & headie one - chop it lyrics

[intro: dezzie]
d2b, you know
gang
sykes (sykes)

[verse 1: dezzie]
ambush, jumpy, grumpy
foot on the break, jump out, get dumpy (bap, bap)
don’t fall off the fence like humpty dumpty
.38 shoot, what a pumpy (which one?)
my first pack i moved was in country
comfy, taking orders like gumtree (you know)
d dot y t, too clumsy
numpties always gettin’ nicked like junkies
yo, i’m with sosa, money hungry
monthly, bro treats the ends like country (my brudda)
this four and a half cost you more than a monkey
profit come oh so lovely (haha)
this bad b tellin’ me that she loves me
wanna cuff me, cuffed up, no undie (can’t do it)
on the wing, i left his head piece lumpy
bumpy, had him zoned out, no junkie (haha)
ayy, play time’s over, skrr in a rover
spin the hoop, no revolver (ayy, spin it)
hop out, spill juice like cola
swing my blade, make him eat this poker (ayy, wet him up)
wavey, try whine to soaker
what a joker, bro put him in a choker (haha)
yo, opp block tour with a toaster
real soaker that backs, no bola (i eat him)
[chorus: headie one, dezzie]
shotty too long so i told bro “chop it” (turn)
move smoke, come with ten minutes profit (turn)
i was up north, settin’ up shop and shottin’
couldn’t concentrate in college
portland, durham, polmont
all a n+gga knew was porridge (suh, suh, suh, suh)
shh got shh, really held that rocket
but they don’t wanna pay that homage (one)
shotty too long so i told bro “chop it”
any waps there, gang cop it (you know)
lean out the ride and c+ck it, pop it
made this corn fly like a rocket
dance still with smoke in my pocket
stop it, you ain’t gotta ask if i got it (uh+uh)
it’ll run through your chest, no socket
f+ck it, somebody bring him a bucket (ayy, bring that)

[verse 2: headie one]
i’m still tryna get this nine of the press
go there, treat it like a bad media (one)
my hitter from algeria
plus this wap come like it’s from syria (turn, turn)
leather gloves ’cause this ding’s got leather interior
two dargs in the ride, no pitbull terrier
free smoke, know the gangdem more than generous (turn)
lv drip, i’m comin’ out elegant
make it look effortless, up town preference (one)
fred said he wanna do a drill then fly united arab emirates (on god)
wasn’t at sunday sermon, we were serving, djokovic, not that federer
(suh, suh, suh, suh, suh, suh)
i really think i p+ssed off the reverend
[chorus: dezzie, headie one]
shotty too long so i told bro “chop it”
any waps there, gang cop it (you know)
lean out the ride and c+ck it, pop it
made this corn fly like a rocket
dance still with smoke in my pocket
stop it, you ain’t gotta ask if i got it (uh+uh)
it’ll run through your chest, no socket
f+ck it, somebody bring him a bucket (ayy, bring that)
shotty too long so i told bro “chop it” (turn)
move smoke, come with ten minutes profit (turn)
i was up north, settin’ up shop and shottin’
couldn’t concentrate in college
portland, durham, polmont
all a n+gga knew was porridge (suh, suh, suh, suh)
shh got shh, really held that rocket
but they don’t wanna pay that homage (one)

[outro]
sykes (sykes)

- sykes beats dezzie headie one lyrics

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