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wood green – john wick lyrics

[chorus: bd]
john wick, john wick (wick)
you know man a real gunman specialist
you know that my heart’s in this fully (bap)
you know that man a real park lane bully, aye (bully)
john wick, john wick
you know man a real gunman specialist (yes)
you know that my heart’s in this fully (fully)
you know that man a real park lane bully (bully)

[verse 1: bd]
first month of the new year
something got chinged then guess ain’t nothing ain’t changed (argh)
the opp block still hold enough vios
don’t get caught down lansdowne road
that’s a couple roads off where shh got caught
that’s a couple roads off where shh got smoked (shh)
beef with the woods, that’s nothing pressure (pressure)
long nose ting but it came with a nuzzle
shush on a whoosh
don’t get caught in the woods
show man real ambush
fourteen chings what hе held that day
but i’m on the opp block, still glide on thе way
two hands in the air when i air that .9 (.9)
two hands in the air when i air that .9
(bow, bow, bow, bow)
show man truly unlimited bine
tell me, who’s badder than us? (us)
talk about drills in north
little n+gga let’s tally it up (way up there)
certain man got caught ’cause they couldn’t keep the stamina up
h+lla copters package them up
in the streets, can’t lack, it’s nuts (don’t do it)
do a drill, lay low from the cops (mob city)
six postcodes beefing the mob (how they do it?)
they can’t rock with the way
so they copy and paste anything man do in the streets (don’t do it)
lifestyle ain’t nice
but the barbies always wanna know how i drip so neat (catties)
r.i.p dippa, well known hitter
chinged up half of your team (r.i.p my guy)
your main guy got whooshed
can’t tell me that this beef ain’t peak
knee deep in the streets (streets)
can’t tell me i ain’t playing for keeps
my young boy done a drill (woo, woo)
now he’s baking at hmp
my other one done a (jigga, jigga)
and they got him on bbc
free ’em, free ’em
[chorus: bd]
john wick, john wick (wick)
you know man a real gunman specialist
you know that my heart’s in this fully (bap)
you know that man a real park lane bully, aye (bully)
john wick, john wick
you know man a real gunman specialist (yes)
you know that my heart’s in this fully (fully)
you know that man a real park lane bully (bully)

[verse 2: crash22]
the destination’s the opp block
so these tyres are screeching
if i buck these youts
i swear on my life these ain’t no lessons i’m teaching (no)
it’s that kelvin flesh in my bells doing up meet and greeting (bow)
we ain’t playing no games
we ain’t complete the mission unless we six feet him (dead)
wait, what did these chips just say to a man?
let you go, you shouldn’t have ran (he ran)
he was screaming “lane”, “22k”
now please tell me, where the f+ck is your gang? (i’m searching)
intention to k!ll now i’ll take that soul
i ain’t worry about doing life in the can (no)
gmadz, already know who i am
i charge up my power and sw+ng my ramz
his blood squirt back, he’s p+ssed (p+ssed)
he felt every inch of the kitch’
what am i saying? i meant rambos
juice got spilt, no ka or tango
the funniest thing, that he actually had tango (wow)
hit this fl!ck with the blood no van go’
sh+t, i mean van gogh
i hate taking d+mn loss (ugh)
the feds went and found my glock
thought i was cid the way i ‘verse it
spun it and circled his block
in a dance with .40, he missed but he died
add two and two + that n+gga got shot
eyes looking lifeless
slide down the wall in slow mo’
this n+gga really got+got (he’s dead)
now we dodging up all of the cops
rah, i don’t think i need to stop
look what i said
i meant feds, i’m f+cked, no psychiatrist for my head (i’m mad)
bad b really tryna up her legs, want me in the bed
um no, that’s dead (f+ck that)
where was you when lampz got hit?
heard the news and it was tears i shed (i was crying)
i told myself there was no point crying
just filled this skeng with lead (bow, bow, bow)
[chorus: bd]
john wick, john wick (wick)
you know man a real gunman specialist
you know that my heart’s in this fully (bap)
you know that man a real park lane bully, aye (bully)
john wick, john wick
you know man a real gunman specialist (yes)
you know that my heart’s in this fully (fully)
you know that man a real park lane bully (bully)

- wood green lyrics

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