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yanko - can't rate lyrics

(verse 1: yanko)

anyone can go
so we search for neeks
spotted dem man on the corner
spin this whip 180 degrees
me and zico black blade twins
i’ll (????) like we’re grating cheese
shhh laughed when he gave him 6
he put the inches so f+cking deep
7 stick with a load of sticks
now we look like a team of cricketers
if kizz step with a botty
you know it’s packed with two big cylinders
they ride with phones and wet down innocents
how can i rate these idiots
ask my man where he’s from
why’s this yout tryna move oblivious
push metal in tissue
your gonna need more than tissue
all these lies are a f+cking issue
talk this sh+t when the 32 hits you
trap trap mans giving out testers
wet mans head
now he’s a redhead like whitney from eastenders
man pepper up peppa no piggy
it may be the 32 it may be the dotty
wet mans head with the shiny bells
now he’s the same colour as poppies
we want more bells in the dotty
so we invested in the mozzy
i swear i seen that yout in shhh
said yanko mans not oppy

(verse 2: kayzed)

can’t rate these punks
me and s pop doors again
made that p+ssyhole jump
like vando says
pop that door get that done
he caught life
the opp boy escaped
really and truly
my man should have been fried
it’s calm were not done
nah nah don’t think that were done
you can’t go shop when your lacking
that’s mummy losing her son
and that’s facts
you best run fast
shhh knows you might get wet in your back
or you might get wet in your front
yeah yeah get wet in your front
free vando, free y.smokes
they put that yout in a blunt
tryna fill up these c+nts
but it’s not no d+ck that i’m using
went to the 6, didn’t see sh+t
come back to ends im fuming
dump mans head on the yard with yanko
these man try come to the block
me and stains? backed our rambos
the verbal game is washed
can’t even listen to these mans lies
how can i rate these guys

(verse 3: yanko)

chinged them man
like i chinged this laser down with the walker razor
free up my left hand vader
gave that yout to the undertaker
this mash is a slag
it just wanna beat like max and stacy slater
you snitched on guys from the ends
now you f+ck with 6 your a f+cking traitor
tear through ribs when i enter beckton
we have to and get more petty
cah we just done laps and the cars on empty
how could you try bore shhh for the price of 1
you got more than 20
if i push this ying in your body
it’ll drip too hard like your wearing fendi
n+ggas know where i’m from
that’s gate, that’s gaza, that’s blacks
step in the 6 tryna take off hats
leave him holy like it’s sunday mass
how could you be so wass
lie on my name bout how i got splashed
man can’t talk about shhh
cah i backed my shine and he digital dashed
countless times i’ve stepped in
he lost his eye when the dose dispatched
man run up in flats with j
mandem running intense in backs?
had man running in roads
he almost made 2 motors crash
fat boy begged for your life
open your eyes
he almost packed, i said he almost packed

(verse 4: kayzed)

the mandem blew like crips
the opp boy drips in blood
how do you take them in
what, what they ain’t on crud
shhh got kicked last week
but it’s still on sight if i buck him
kicked him out cah he’s wet
but the whole squad ain’t on nothing
like dem man don’t make sense
talk so much bout field
but all you man on the bench
one yout stepped out of line
stains left him drenched
so don’t even think you can mention bro
you don’t wanna see him vexed

- yanko lyrics

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