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big trouble - box12 (12anti) lyrics

[intro: jose mourinho]
m1onthebeat
i prefer really not to… not to speak
if i speak, i am in… in big trouble, in big trouble
and i don’t want to be in big trouble

[verse 1]
oh sh-t, just wait, i juss seen suttin’ on the udn
about bail, three shootings, i beg man ask him, who did he kweng
stop chatting about wasted corn, because nuttin’s been done for your friends
you can’t phone my phone for a wap, i won’t share, borrow or lend
i just seen me a snap of a yute with his shoulders back, i think he’s gun leaning
but we caught that pr-ck by the —–, man swear he couldn’t stop leaking
and if you’re gonna ride on my gang then mean it, put your life on the line, i’ll steal it
if you’ve got a crease in your shirt i’ll make bro just back out the iron and steam it
i can’t wait to see the kid on his feet, i’mma dup man, true he got asthma
in the back of the ride with the thing on my lap, just pray that we don’t see askar
free hammy straight out of the box cah bro would’ve whipped 2 0, like a nascar
can’t go back to wormwood scrubs, that’s landing, freeze, watching the batchelor
if you slide past in a car, i can tell if his vibes all off and dodgy
don’t fling that shoulder, hop out the ding-dong now and beat that properly
just caught a little chase, its was mad cah true say i seen them come from a far though
man hit this left, man hit that right, hit the block like “where did the car go?”

[interlude: jose mourinho]
i have nothing to say, i am so sorry but i have nothing to say
do you not think it’s time to have a chat to the fans just to give them some message, give them indication of your thinking?
the fans are not stupid, the fans are not stupid

[verse 2]
you better know what you’re doing, do not touch this wap with no rubbers
man can’t be acting a fool, see man get ambushed, splashed and then smothered
but the 2 will ride with smoke and hope this car here ain’t undercovers
if i see lacks, i’m mounting the pavement, i don’t give a f-ck about others
we took numerous trips, we beef numerous blocks
4 man out, 2 peds, 3 ramsy’d up with the sawn off dots
we saw numerous cops, we made numerous stops
even though man know it’s hot, we still brought smoke to the station blocks
we in the bando with a wap on the floor and bag just there for the sweets
thinking, should we just slide ’round town and we try get a drop on these neeks
but then again, they ain’t about it, you’re not in your own hood more than me
i’ll link man anywhere you need that package, just can’t link me on the beat
the box came vacuum packed so this cab man ain’t smelling a thing
and whether i’m robbing these yutes or smashing up packs, i’m getting it in
if i hear that you’re smashing on ends, we gotta sit down, talk and we’ll settle some things
keep thinking you’re safe hitting sales in my hood cah boy i give numerous chings

- box12 12anti lyrics

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