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teeway – honda civ lyrics

[intro]
x10
k9, is that you yeah?

[verse 1]
i lost lil p, he was close to me, we hit the high street and back of the block
them man can’t talk or chat on my don cah over this side been battered a lot
hit ot with pack of the rock and made my ting pop like jack in the box
p-ssed and mad i lost that pack, hand me change, i’m flagging a shop
polo g, they’re cappin’ a lot, we need a new dots, i’m snappin’ a f-ck
this big war, no flagging cloth, so blood or crip, i’m banging it off
ot hot like tanning for long, we had to make racks off packets of [?]
gun on my side or tropical vibe, i’ll flop this 9 for maximum prof’
in the bando with rapid amounts and now the boydem wan’ cap me down
shout st, put life in the t, one wrong sound, he’s backing it out
where’s my dad? i’m man of the house, i hit the t, i’m planning it out
the boydem g-y, want man on the ground and take my skunk weed and batter me down
wild, the armed x5 got hammers, the anpr’s tryna take my blood test
i took the train and tapped bro-bro, took train when the plan got punctured
j said, “teeway, you’re up next”, in the t way off the ends with the junk heads
i flung a six and plums, there’s cats in the astra pumping dubstep

[chorus]
how the f-ck does he manage? just weighing up pack and slanging
my bad browning still bagging, i stay with max, i’m stacey branning
the social side love chattings, chattings, slip and predict what happens
i love my bro-bro ’nuff so i told him “cut” but he kept on banging
and how the f-ck does he manage to rap ’bout trap and he got no quids?
new plug right but i rung them quick, sh-t, i should’ve conned a brick
they said discount like scholarship, 252 in the honda civ
in april love, i was robin thicke with 252 in the honda civ

[verse 2]
can’t slap on any random man, trident f-ck up the gangdem plan
no way i can believe them n-gg-s, man just buck up with man then plan
fly this weight, peter pan, cid’s ’round here cah the beaters bang
told bro-bro, just believe in man and i hope my bro-bro just believe in man
hit soho with the softest yolo, hit old [?] with rust and bones
014, bill up and dojo and pray the popo don’t buss this home
no, i never loved that pole, she beat one time and she had to go
f-ck, i’m p-ssed that she had to go, it’s lucky she cheap like [?]
i went and took a loss july, it’s only september i made it even
do your history check, we shifted revs from am to evening
tb dead, can’t believe it, mum said, “son, i think you’re still grieving”
but i hit o with the meanest puff like bro, go check on his breathing
i went and took a loss july and a man can’t lie, i was moving l-sting
i don’t know nuttin’ ’bout retail working, darling, i know ’bout hustling
i had the bieber just in, no fifteen, mazzalina
i’m fabreezing this t, i sleep in this t and this t disgusting

[outro]
k9, is that you yeah?
x10

- teeway lyrics

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