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woosh (7th) – time will tell lyrics

[intro]
m1onthebeat

[verse]
five in the spinner just left gate
going tollgate or freemay’
man can’t go sahara for steak
man got domed like a wake and bake
that’s some sh-t you can’t escape
on my life you can’t cross these gates
man try run and still got slapped in the side of the face, what is that fate?
us man are showerman and we’re gorillas, may as well call us bathing apes
only one mandem side that i rate, but he tried hide
when man was on a ride, so i lost all respect for his name
no more bells, so he couldn’t get blazed
if i had no more bells, i swear on my life i would have gone bucked mans face
jump out gang in my personal whip, oh sh-t, did the cameras clock my plate
n-body seen you in beckton, let alot blackwood or woodgrange
oi, i swear it was you that begged, i swear it was you that you won’t do that again
the twins popped out of the blue, they didn’t tell you that c1 jacked both of them
come get man down for grinna, cause its been like 30 weeks still no one ain’t see that spinner
you ain’t come gaza, or chad green, something told you don’t like bryson tiller
northside of newham run sh-t round here, anything 6 16 get lit up
but you already know it gets lit, n-body drop their crisps
plus cbs always post, so you would have got dipped
you man ain’t taking risks, actually youre taking risks, the only risk that you’re taking is shooting and chasing innocent kids
how can you live with that sh-t, that is some sickening sh-t, ridiculous sh-t
the young boys had man running on the wing, they got man doing up laps
you ran from the guy that slapped your bredrin, thats why ab punched up trapz
when you got caught, you said sorry man lost respect and sh-t, i bet you regret that sh-t
you was on a ward, your uncle looked all depressed and sh-t
looking at their mates like whos gonna get taken next and sh-t
man gets splashed in a shop, bossmans using his mop, jailhouse ting mans swinging a sock
and they tried and said they got a mac, but they come round with the dots
hashtag wheres your mac, it didn’t go ride when pop, if he heard you been on rob
now all of a sudden you man are on ropes, oi look
you sell good stories go write a book
summer 17 was ours, summer 18 be ready
if man hold that ting, mans legs start moving heavy
if man got jeans on it could be around my belt
thats why my nino help, i copped that dot down myself
dot dot dot, and handtings h-t man up clean
waps overpowering man, they can’t handle machines
sending out why in the meantime mans smashing out be
if man gets round your block with the mashy mandachine
bulldogs straps with rhino teeth
n-body feel safe in the gaza, thats why they come round 5 cars deep
zombie will watch that convoy
tell me why it looks like seperate veets
feds won’t let a man breath
and they made errors, let along see
we’re the most hated go and ask wiz
we turn on them 700 degrees, the wap ain’t handle dont see
man just filed that mash right down and bang it off in the sticks
now im tryna get man down, so i might just bang that off in the 6
if the jobs incomplete, take that to the 16th, all these 6 man do is just hide
so i might ghost like one of these neeks
actually its angry me
all you hear is bang, bang bang bang its mash and repeat
yes man hop out of moving whips
its all erratic when we shoot them sticks, free scramz
he was on a skengman ting, he got 20 and ting, he really tried to remove mans wig
dont watch the moods mans in, dont watch the mood mans in
my car got towed it was ments, and that was the maddest night
and i didn’t even want that back but i got it cause it had a wap inside
i get a drop on them man at 8:45 then suttin’ getting slapped at 9
15mins is all it takes, you dont wanna turn pack my guy

[outro]
freeze

- woosh 7th lyrics

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