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big rich town - b1 (uk) lyrics

[intro]
they say it’s a big rich town
i guess i come from the poorest part
still swing my anglo arms at arms even though man know that’s haram
they say it’s a big rich town
i guess i come from the poorest part
still swing my anglo arms at arms even though man know that’s haram

[verse 1]
i been hustlin’ hard like nipsey
young n*gga tryna take over my city
i couldn’t care if it’s war that you wish me
i know that it’s all god’s plan like drizzy
nowadays gotta step with my fifteen
centre days was the black blade fl!cky (ching)
back then would’ve burnt man for a pinky quickly i fly them shots out my fifties (vroom)
can’t take man for pickney, i call you dizzy
must be faded off whiskey
still post on my block can’t miss me
whenever man look for them yutes it’s a mystery (they ain’t out here)
this bad one tryna lips me (ay ‘low it)
bro she just basically dissed me (are you mad?)
girl drop to your knees don’t be silly
i could never feed that pasta mince meat (no way)
have you ever done so much road got a whiff of your clothes and they f*cking stink g? (ah man)
i know the boydem want nick me
they know i’m a problem i’ll k!ll for my k!lly (no cap)
can’t talk to the jakes rather take out a kidney
interview room them man move like siri (ah man)
the strip’s still hot when it’s chilly
i’m still out here mish mash like mystery
[hook]
they say it’s a big rich town (uh)
i guess i come from the poorest part (like power)
if gangdem hop out the car, n*gga protect that chest like a bra (no cap)
still swing my anglo arms at arms even though man know that’s haram (astaghfirullah)
like me and them yutes can’t par
why? cah they’re fake like market garms (okay)
they say it’s a big rich town (ah yeah)
i guess i come from the poorest part (like power)
if gangdem hop out the car, n*gga protect that chest like a bra (no cap)
still swing my anglo arms at arms even though man know that’s haram (swing it, swing it, swing it)
like me and them yutes can’t par
why? cah they’re fake like market garms (okay)

[verse 2]
‘low dem baggies (uh)
bro got rice, jollof and basmati (mm)
we’re some entrepreneurs in trackies
no briefcase just a case for this rammy (okay)
just got me some tt cali now i’m searching for numbers like under a maggie
everyone ‘round me get it (get it)
so everyone ‘round me trappy
hold up this one got a super back
like my pack now i’m moving dat
that ain’t gucci akh that’s a fucci bag
like shmurda did you best lose the cap (who’s dat?)
five star chase with the jakes no gta man i pray i don’t lose the pack
and f*ck tryna park that off that’s long i ain’t tryna go back to a b00by trap
with ***** ding dong whizzin’
who got got? i don’t know who did him
of course i’m fibbing, back to the t cah the cats dem ringing (ring ring)
ay this shot don’t listen, i told them already man that can’t tickin’ (no way)
bad b bop her head like a pigeon
baby bend your back and then dig it (ah yeah)
[hook]
they say it’s a big rich town (uh)
i guess i come from the poorest part (like power)
if gangdem hop out the car, n*gga protect that chest like a bra (no cap)
still swing my anglo arms at arms even though man know that’s haram (ching ching)
like me and them yutes can’t par
why? cah they’re fake like market garms (okay)
they say it’s a big rich town (ah yeah)
i guess i come from the poorest part (like power)
if gangdem hop out the car, n*gga protect that chest like a bra (no cap)
still swing my anglo arms at arms even though man know that’s haram (swing it, swing it, swing it)
like me and them yutes can’t par
why? cah they’re fake like market garms

- b1 uk lyrics

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