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tookie - tim westwood crib session lyrics

[beat 1 + “wolf pack”, prod: sjbeats]

[solo + tookie]
really in the streets like quality
tryna do it top quality
they say that they’re onto me
but none of that don’t bother me
honestly
we all go ’round them sides constantly
in the deep end, hungary
and something got splashed what a f+ckery
can’t you see
them man are getting dropped for free
plus you all know how i beef these neeks
cah when i’m with her i’m calm i’m sweet (calm and cool)
you know me took that ad
get back i’ll do it for the gbgs, please
and i run to the cheddar like cheese
gang pull up, flash say cheese (yes)
and i got this bad b
telling me she wants her needs
obviously
shе can see i’m a young og
how many opps been whacked oh please
how much? a holy (too many)
and it’s all stеady on we
you wouldn’t believe the f+cking cheek
free snoop free bigs free acks free miz
and all of misch frying up these neeks
i ain’t gotta lie it’s f+cking peak
and i can’t wait ’till they free up the gs
i got mine i’ll let you see
man done back road tryna creep ‘n’ sweep
man stay silent but just speed and speed
talk is cheap
really that’s us banging for real
it’s live so mind where you’re hanging for real
but kiddies there buss off for real
over there ’nuff time got lock off for real
and i don’t care how them man feel
cah we scored on every one of them man for real
she wanna f+ck with us man for real, for real
but i don’t know about that one still
bro tell a man chill, yeah air that still
but them man don’t air so dem man are fulfilled
some real n+ggas spit out here yes real
don’t lack in the field get drilled up for real (yes)
fling mine do it with sk!ll
n+ggas know about man made bare juice spill (you know)
and i’m still out here doin’ it still
(aye)
[beat 2 + prod: mirica x 49x]

[verse 1 + m24]
i’m getting itchy fingers
and my bro’s saying stick to the music
i just wanna go ’round there and do him, do it
even though them man losin’
they ain’t ever had a bruck down car with two in
what you know about main road chingings
i had opp boys keeping it movin’
i had money on his head like a niger
my guys do it less than a fiver
she got a back of kinda+kinda
got me down doing liar, liar
free bird, he really came ’round with a fryer
tryna send one of them boys (higher)
smoking at … just to get me higher

[verse 2 + tookie]
baby all bare badman, sorry miss just squeeze my ball
it’s true that them man get splashed
it’s funny cus they act like they really don’t (yes)
and something got samurai jack
no cap, no singing like keysha cole
now i’m sitting in the trap with a pack
won’t leave ’till the whole thing [?]
ls, ls, bells, sh+ll out a loaded twelve
h+ll, them man just talk for tells
now i’m running down mells going on it like girls
i tried buss that one but i fell
got locked ended up receiving mail (uh)
got him still chinging insane
stop waving his friend got caught as well
[verse 3 + stickz]
cut joking on a mission
i got the vision and the precision
i’m a big man who’re you kidding
split him in two like i’m doing division
tryna get him, why i fit in
let me see that rolly, why’s it ticking?
ask bro bro, i cut the victim
anyone on par with, can’t be snitching

[verse 4 + m24]
uhh, i just wanna wear my trackie
hoodie on, cus i’m tryna get a smoke like baki
chris and dior, i can never step up tacky
them man over there they’re wassy
patties, we put juice in batteries
she likes my drip in this gucci sweater
i just wanna wear my tracky
hoodie on, cus i’m tryna get a smoke like baki
chris and dior, i can never step up tacky
them man over there they’re …
watty, we put juice in batteries

[verse 5 + tookie]
and one more time man spin that block
n+gga i kid you not
i beg you don’t p+ss me off
meanwhile i’m tryna get rich as f+ck
smoke this l1 to the lung
and watch how this one here twist me up
all of them members dying
so it ain’t money they should wishing luck
f+ck
man insert the f+ck
switch that up
grab man’s body and ching that up
do it with sk!ll man sick as f+ck
got thirds and [?] tryna chris man up
bad habits with splashes i’ll pick that up
so i beg you don’t p+ss me off
[beat 3]

[verse 1 + tookie]
lonelies
i done riding up on my lonelies
broski, five man creep up slowly
broski smokey and hit man’s homie
holy moly
something got picked like bogie
from qway back man the gang with smokey
show me, they just wanna talk not show me (yeah yeah)
faulty, brodie trust me you know me (you know)
i don’t put one of them stonie, surely
won’t get saved like goalie
cosy still gotta duck from police
this brown one she a trophy
when it’s like that tryna show off his trophy (ching)
buldgy, talk ’bout zack and cody
broski tryna get back like stonie (ay, ay)

[verse 2 + m24]
let it blow like frozen (let that blow)
blow man’s candle (blow man away)
tryna burn man’s chest like daniel’s
face it bait, but i still make that beat like banglez
this bad one wanna be strangled
i got her in my bed she was doing up angles
something got mvp that year
he chinged my man in sandals
in the field we kicking
we don’t know nothing ’bout handb+lls
no manners, beat man down
addi’s head back got stampled
do it, and don’t say sh+t
mama could’ve never ever named me randall (never)
and an arm and a length of a sweater (loads)
i still ripped man’s sweater (rip that)
the young boys them hyped (yes)
cus they don’t know no better (no)
corn come fat like heather (big)
hitman watch man sever (uh)
no you don’t wanna see the get backs never (gbgs)

[verse 3 + tookie]
you can talk like that
cah they know that when we gonna get that back (get back)
no we don’t settle with chat
go beat that mash and take off his hat (bow bow)
don’t get the gang gyal confused with rap (no)
slap attack, the gbgs garn speak right back (right back)
come right there no order then he got tekker wait that back
stab him, i don’t ever take no chat (no)
it’s mad that they’re never gonna face the facts (never)
facts, and that’s all i gotta say for that
bad b wan’ bruck her back (back)
but a jigga fell in love with that (yes)

[verse 4 + m24]
i used to own a rolly (yes i did)
now i got a rolly (yes i do)
now everybody wanna know me (yes)
i don’t smoke l no more (no)
cah that sh+t’s coming in homie (quiet)
biscotti too loud (loud)
had to pass that sh+t to my brodie (tek that)
show me, show me (show me)
if you die like a bad boy show me (show me)
young n+gga with racks
how the f+ck can a n+gga get lonely (how)
but a n+gga how you stoney (boom)
now i’m getting checked by poli’ (feds)
my lightskin gyal from north (qway u)
she just want to ride like a pony (yes)
she sees man’s ting on copy
i swear them man owe me (a lot)
on top it’s cosy (us)
us member a trophy (winning)
i don’t know why they tryna wake up (why)
somebody tell them go sleep (go sleep)
i was out late on my codie (yes)
why you think i’m [?] then broski
she said she got sk!ll
i tell a bad one show me (slop, slop)
do him with sk!ll get poky
okey+dokey
done rassed that don like smokey (yes)
i’m getting high like friday
really tryna do it like smokey

[beat 4]

[solo + tookie]
spread it like b+tter
and i make b+tter like cocoa
the soho
but don’t get done up like jojo
loco, step with my mojo
you don’t wanna see the gang pull up in slow+mo
no no, anyting opp that’s go go, go go
dust man down on my solo (splash splash)
splash, put him in the wave like bro bro
jb rise that snap no photo
let it beat like so so
you know me i’m out here still keeping it social
what’s that, who’s that oh no, blow oh
still get run in the low low
ride for my brother no h0m+
free squeezo, my amigo
me kili plus i that’s nothing but diesel
taking risks i ain’t tryna get recalled
still lethal at the back of a vehicle
angell town where the fiends there evil
she wanna f+ck with a tug she don’t want no weasel
and the judge need to free up my peoples
looking for who?
really out here everyday, safe
you could never talk on my mates
he upset cus his friend left weaping away
five months on basic
i can tell you ’bout different pain
are you gonna dash or stay, the way
no something telling wass same way
touching my babes getting stuck on my waist
any time, any way, any day
do it, don’t hesitate
talking tough but them boy really ain’t
i done splashings, very bae
ying that down then spill cherryades
fly qway, [?]
still go for the gang, celebrate
she really that new like balance, balence
swing it and twist it with talent
in the hood it ain’t nothing but snakes and ladders
still slide by where shh got splattered
still on the block, no n+gga you haven’t
chattings, chattings
you ain’t living, but they rapping
stop all the yippity yapping
jumped in rides it’s a mad ting
go come back and tell me what’s happening
i’m like the smallest n+gga with a fat ting
run a man down tryna catch him, splash him
or fling it with aim he slapped him
crashed him, didn’t wanna know who packed him
active, man’s really [?] ’bout acting
gbs got sk!ll beat me on the gang ting

[beat 5 + prod: 4formula]

[verse 1 + stickz]
my new ting’s body is shapey
i’m on a tit like a f+cking baby
three five do it 360
you be on the curb laying out 180
angles, six shot ting no roman candle
no honey we don’t dance
if man wants beef then i’m ready to tango
it’s a shamble, build that skeng right off your mango
been in the pot like granny
seeing it whip more times than jango, opp
shop, let’s go on tour
if you talk about sport, then we got it, galore
don’t care, civillians saw the big .44 or the 4×4
fly, the vehicle beaming
mash good work cah i clean it
see them man i reveal it
don’t give a f+ck who saw, i seen it
i ain’t on pressing, steam it
me and the plug, got an agreement
bro put a silencer on the ting
like who don’t end mans feel it

[verse 2 + m24]
i got gyaldem pum pum sure
she really tryna bend over and fl!ck it
couple days like i was tryna fl!ck it and twist it
they talk that sh+t we live it
nothing bout wass all of them man wicked
i was outside while they were at home
i was out where the beef was kicking
man can’t tell man nothing
we really had oppers cutting
tryna put him in the pot like mutton
roll and buss it, no discussing
don’t hear you’ll feel it
4×4 six seaters
4 litres loads of speeds
we really be calling it skeetage
my man’s gyal i jeet it
he said my man is an eediat
she wanna throw ask for a tugs
i know that b+tch really mean it (roll that tugs)
clean it, roll that down and clean it
chef man down, leave him swimming
or rise that up and beat it

[verse 3 + stickz]
wack my man with a thunder
no australia but he’s down under
joke my gyal with a bumpa
yo what’s you’re number? i got the cucumber
you’ll get hooked like me on the ganja
i’m high, but i hook my main out his jumper
hook my man with a hunter
hooked in his back even though he’s a fronter
i ain’t that baked to see how i thought that’s blatantly
my girl begged me stop chasing gyal
but the gyals were chasing me
h+lla see more chasing bs
still shoot when the car starts stationary
there ain’t no faking me
plus bare mans’ girl wanna taste of me
i ain’t got sh+t to prove
n+ggas know my ting, stick and move
food get whipped and stewed
get put on a plate like spaghettimas food
man be easy, corn costs ps
but i’m giving out freebies
spin ting spin like cds
man talk tough but the gun game’s meedy

[verse 4 + m24]
gorgeous as f+ck
she just wanna bruck it, bruck it
i didn’t have time
cus i was outside like f+ck it, f+ck it
i just got a call g rip got locked
i’m f+cking gutted (aw man)
i’m f+cking gutted
i’ll pull up on a festive season
spaghettimas evening
you don’t wanna get left leaking
red like santa, i do it with meaning
out on a lurk at night
i’m moving like jeepers creepers
bruck down sneakers and blue cut jeans
cah mama never raised no eediat
opps get spotted i preed it
then i’m letting out buss like s+m+n
wheel it, wheel it
wind down the window beat it
victoria i kept my secret
the ucky was ments, i couldn’t believe it
when i get that feeling
it’s nothing ’bout s+xual healing

[verse 5 + stickz]
better believe it
big boy mash but i still conceal it
c+ck it and squeze it
mj beat it
dusty whip need a cleaning
cah i be leaning, and then speeding
been tweeking, and been tweeking
cah the trick ain’t coming with no treating
see the sweet ting, on her knees ting
forget about beating
see the street ting, and six feeting
we’re garn to the meet and greeting
hate, but don’t mistake me
oh sh+t finna get earthquakey
them man there pockets are shakey
don’t cop benz unless it’s mercedes

[verse 6 + m24]
sixteen with a fl!cky
nineteen with a swamy
bells on pause
and i was tryna pressplay like danny
and my face got a bally
cus i was tryna smoke man like cali
and we call it big boy wappers
back then we used to call it strally
i’ve earnt my stripes
don’t get whacked tryna earn these stripes
come round here get smoked no cap, no lies
big macs, no fries
do man live (yes yes yes yes)
i was really outside tryna do man live

- tookie lyrics

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