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tel money – the truth lyrics

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now it seems like tel money from omh got stabbed at his local caf’, now according to the rumors it was a 5v2 situation and the people responsible, and they aimed for the legs
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[verse: tel money]
what’s this talk ’bout tel turn pack?
i just came out of the caf’ and i see some lil kids waving shanks
one of them shaved my hand and i ran man out of the [?] no cap
plus the man that done it be mad
true say his bm’s a slug and his big sister used to hold man’s wap
bet she didn’t tell you bout that one? random, my girl’s p+ssy was a fat one
let me take a trip round stokey, before that come we go tеst it in clapton
things that i done i ain’t proud of, f+ck with the turks, not the onе with bouncer
if they make noise me louder, i’ll get your head blown off by a scouser
i’m only 4 like 2+2, wasn’t me in the hill with the 2s
let me not start with the camden yutes, they know that my ting [?]
i’ve had man riding volunteery banners, opp block showing me manners
said i got done while eating bacon, n+gga should’ve turn me ketchup
could’ve put suttin’ on the socials last week
but the babylon made man heart beat
run me a box of charlies, swear it was clean but i’ve done man nasty
no, i don’t f+ck with them man, i’ll get your yard corned up for 10 bags
tel money, it could get horrible, f+ck that
come we go to war in [?]
about i’ve got airlifted? that’s nonsense
hackney hood politics be wrongin’
don’t you know n+ggas on license
k6, why you tryna cause gang problems?
shotgun man doing shotgun, god blessed him if i spot one
sk turn man haggy, cabbage, bells send him up like scotland
if i was you and i caught me, there’ll be another body bag in the streets
guns get popped, mums get shot, gyal say my ting’s beat
[?] it ain’t my gang and you do believe
all of the sh+t man done to them, and they only did that to me
all of the opps i smacked in jail, when i flied that [?]
remember that time when we locked up parties, come like the armed police
remember when shh really got airlifted, and died in surgery
go and ask the streets they know in london city we burgundy
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