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woosh (7th) - critical hits lyrics

[intro: woosh & s13]
sykes, sykes
everyone talks about drils and flick of the wrists but it’s all fibs
your favourite rappers probably taking minimal risk
they do it for net, some digital pr-cks, diligent drillers, militant things
we think about hitting your strip, when we lurk that’s critical hits

[verse 1: woosh]
i hear everyone talk about beef
but talk is cheap, until they get caught they plead
everyone talks about p’s, but they can’t afford this re
gaza man walk with heat, yes i got a big wap, she’s got a big back that she’s tryna force on me
everyone talks about drills on drills, but they ain’t got serious beef
man get dipped and get left with splashes all on your clothes like d squared jeans
look at the spin and these sweets, thinking shall i put in 6 or 3
i’ll still hit up a 6 4 3, that’s a 12 2 6, or 6 2 3
man still crash on those sweet 16s
northside of newham score goals, woodgrange road, chad green or 15th
if you try cross these gates, you’ve settled your fate, end up dead deceased
them man run on the wing like sarnay, and then run on the curb like kids
man just hit that with topspin, and then pray that i hit top bins
gang unit tryna knock on my door, so man hopped on a plane abroad
man don’t hit no innies, but if you hang with the ops that’s second hand smoke
had the whole hood screaming why and hmmmm, i already p-ssed off gang unit, let me just p-ss of trident too
wagwan with you
thought you always got it with you
how you get bunned and chinged you fool
on top of that, dsav ain’t no dad why’s he picking up kids from school
free the gang, f-ck jakes, im next up
you’ll get packed and put in a grave, if your on badness, who’s on next up

[chorus: woosh & s13]
everyone talks about drils and flick of the wrists but it’s all fibs
your favourite rappers probably taking minimal risk
they do it for net, some digital pr-cks, diligent drillers, militant things
we think about hitting your strip, when we lurk that’s critical hits

[verse 2: s13]
bro just p-ss me the mash, lets go crash our top, lets do it
come against me and not get chinged, little chance that the boy was stuart
man need p’s and man need waps, so, if you wanna talk its fluent
man can’t talk about the chad, gang get round you know we’ll do him
f2 my n-gg-, that trigger get round and do him
looking at my mans vids like look at this pr-ck what’s my man doing
i’m in the dock trying to fight my case its going all great, cbs just scr-w-ng, jakes done took my mates, 1 come out and then they put like 2 in
bro got goal of the season, back of the net when that one flew in
yea the beef got tough man knew about us we stood real firm and chew it
cah back then gang did it with one (?) two shots when bro done blew it
cah back then gang drill did the jump off now more time gang jump off scooters
nothing but chumps and booters
dem man chill at computers
twin trigger come through with the hoovers blew mans face of without any confusion
a friend of an op is an op, you can get got its already concluded
ot trips to the yard secluded and i got dots on me like fuming
man doubt who jumped out the gang bus
might end up with us in handcuffs
in the ville thats dinner and bangup
on road thats dingers and hand guns
we used to rob n-gg-s keep their hands up
now we trap in the flat till the packs done
when i leave my yard, my shanks tucked that might end up in mans guts

- woosh 7th lyrics

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