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trizz (uk) - brakelight lyrics

[verse]
my man’s jewels look nice
but if he bucks us, he ain’t wearing no chain
don’t come to the south ’cause we love to stain
in my mask and gloves, i ain’t got no name
feds love tapping my jacket
think that they wanna find crack cocaine
i remember that day i got nicked on the train
it was all my fault, had no one to blame
then i went jail, i was reading a book
hate when man sign up for the move
and then we get there and they’re moving shook
but if you wanna rock like uzi
give me thе cash ’cause i don’t do tick
said give me thе cash ’cause i don’t do tick
but wait there, stop, brake light
man sell crack in the night and daylight
that’s why feds try tpac the whip
like oh my god, are they taking the p?
why you shaking your ass for drake
when you can come south and shake it for me?
the feds said that i should have one phone
so why the h+ll have i got like three?
if i gotta go there and i don’t feel safe
then it’s only right that we’re taking the glee
i used to play football in my nan’s garden
when i used to score, i used to slide on my knees
way before bro got a twenty year sentence
for letting his corn go fly with the breeze
way before feds come raided the t’s
and had us all locked on the twos and threes
way before it’s rip to my bredrin
i had couple pictures put on a tee
but yo, this one goes to the tings
you can back your boyfriend if you want
but you can get smacked like guys in the rings
bop to the shop for a rizla and clings
and soon as it’s bagged, gotta dish out the tings
homeless cat can’t get in the car
cah my man stinks like he lives in the bins
i’m just a loser with a couple of wins
heat seeker tryna look for the crop
with my white boy, he’s gonna cut through the lot
south of the city, i’m good on the block
some want me to win, some want me to not
heat seeker tryna look for the crop
with my white boy, he’s gonna cut through the lot
south of the city, i’m good on the block
some want me to win, some want me to not
me and bro just put to a pack
that’s fifty+fifty, man have to half it
have you ever slept on the bando carpet?
leant on your side, it was hurting your armpit
my runner was sh+t, got sold on the market
nokia’s low, yo i need to charge it
bike’s got no key, kick it to start it
that weren’t my girl, just somewhere to park it
that weren’t my girl, just somewhere to bake
i gave him a bag and he started to shake
i thought he was dead, had to slap him awake
weed in my cell, i ain’t blowing a vape
if i buss in that b+tch, it’ll be a mistake
and that’s not my bro, he’s more like a snake
hop on a bike, i ain’t tapping the brake
free up the boys till they come out the gate

- trizz uk lyrics

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