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teeway - big risk lyrics

[intro]
diligence
.44 bull dog in a honda civ
k9, is that you yeah?
x10
fifty+five+0 on a chopped off ting
took big, big risk in a honda civ
.44 bull dog in a honda civ
took big, big risk in a honda civ

[chorus: m1llionz & teeway]
.44 bull dog in a honda civ (neaw)
so the dots got two heads like siamese twins (bow)
gyal tried phone me for early d+ck
i’m only gettin’ up if she’s buyin’ me bings (haha)
i don’t know how to fix this firin’ pin (woi, woi)
all i know is c+ck back and fire this ting
reloaded and jay wants a half a six
no scales in the whip, don’t mind it’s ling
had four in the crib from kid like sid
i know i’m a dopey sh+t
m buj with the banton stick
they fight for the belt like boxing ring
had rocks in a hotbox ting
tryna find new yards, no fox then shift
fifty+five+0 on a chopped off ting
took big, big risk in a honda civ
[verse 1: teeway]
my ot block is tobago hot
so i told cuz, “chop all your cornrows off”
askar blocked us right by the costa
we ain’t diego, savin’ shots (save it)
cats put spark on a rev like jump lead
take country if he’s savin’ properly (chop that)
i lost that bot, need a bargain draco
two ton halo, i turned it conny
we don’t play on a bait estate
my dinger volkswag, had defected engine
can’t afford loss so your days extended
stuck in a drought and the rates expensive (it’s risin’)
fed operation, now i’m in the station
we had the squad cars ringin’ forensic
think you’re captain jack, you ain’t got no waps
so how you gonna save your bredrin? (jokers)

[verse 2: m1llionz]
bro been filin’ these sweets for hours
and it still doesn’t fit, must be doin’ it wrong (ah, sh+t)
p+ssed ‘cah t linked gyal in a rideout whip
and ended up losin’ the dong
gonna kick out this driver, i told him to spin the vehics
but his 3.0 manoeuvre was long (d+ckhead)
and if man ever lived in america
hold the g+lock and give the deuce to my mom (bow)
i’m the reason why cats line up at the bank after 12 in the freezin’ cold
tell the victim, “don’t run your mouth and get soaked”
ain’t no runnin’ back if i teef’ his gold (ching)
in this ride and this beater’s old
hope big man took care when he greased this pole (woi)
is that lorraine? stopped beatin’ stone
i swear to god, she had the cleanest home
(i swear to god, she had the cleanest home)
[chorus: m1llionz & teeway]
.44 bull dog in a honda civ (neaw)
so the dots got two heads like siamese twins (bow)
gyal tried phone me for early d+ck
i’m only gettin’ up if she’s buyin’ me bings (haha)
i don’t know how to fix this firin’ pin (woi, woi)
all i know is c+ck back and fire this ting
reloaded and jay wants a half a six
no scales in the whip, don’t mind it’s ling
had four in the crib from kid like sid
i know i’m a dopey sh+t
m buj with the banton stick
they fight for the belt like boxing ring
had rocks in a hotbox ting
tryna find new yards, no fox then shift
fifty+five+0 on a chopped off ting
took big, big risk in a honda civ

[verse 3: m1llionz]
suspicious men in fluorescent jackets
evicted me out this house man’s trappin’
lisa try act cool but she’s ecstatic
when man pulled up and said, “test this package”
my man come back and produced his ‘matic (bow)
but [?] didn’t come through with no static
of course, man still invests in packets
‘cah man’s in the highest taxin’ bracket
with the new county phone line rules in place
told mu, “we can’t make no mistakes” (woi)
i asked my main cat if he knows his face
said, “no”, that’s how i know it’s jakes (brrr)
luisa phonin’, it’s postponed today
shops closed, a man’s off to a later date
double h dropped the box and blade in his chase
so [?] gt
[verse 4: teeway]
groupies lyin’ a lot like rappers
they both got talents, alesha dixon (alesha)
m10 lost in a load of smoke
take the .45 home like he lives in brixton (madman)
i ain’t gonna tell mum no lie
i was ot young, tellin’ mum bare fiction (sorry mum)
m10 junk got the junkheads blankin’
i thought he’s sk+nkin’, a man was twitchin’ (twitcher)
bishead was locked off charlie
when i was nursery watchin’ barney (f+ck)
i think he’s stuck in a junkie dream
tryna ask for a loan like saving grace (no ticks)
two days off, get the junkies brain
really cut my thumb on them razor blades (f+ck)
m10 back bone
he don’t know nuttin’ ’bout fat joe
bro tryna make it rain (boof)

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