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brain cell - c1 lyrics

[verse]
i should be with havertz and saka
but instead i’m with gang, so what’s the matter?
*rs* fat like savannah, she ain’t tryna hold the hammer
all she wanna do is moan, all she wanna cause is passa
light it up but we ain’t coming with no fireworks
n*ggas acting like a bally makes you bulletproof
talking on the dead was h*lla dead but n*gga look at you
all my members really doing what you wouldn’t do
i ain’t got a cape girl, i ain’t gonna save you
anytime you see that red tape just know it’s fatal
half of them disabled, mentally unstable
if this was footy they’d be bottom of the table
i don’t f*ck with labels, i don’t rock with half hearts
feds see the back of us, only cah the car’s fast
if i back the burna boy count it as your last dance
grew up as a city boy i don’t know ’bout last last
brodie had the yardie’s screaming raasclaat
i see n*ggas dashing for the nearest exit
before we ever slide we’re going upper tulse to test it
n*ggas dying they ain’t riding for the bredrins
sit back and hold the meds
they ain’t got no sense, [?] and do a stegz
h*rny f*cker for the p*ssy woulda dead, for the p*ssy he got lead
he ain’t thinking ’bout no s*x
yo on the rockiest of roads
they ain’t turning into tulse
another dead, they can’t cope
get a drop they won’t roll
all they wanna do is troll
all she wanna give is throat
do it like gang, you’re getting rose’d, you’re getting konez’d
yo, shout out of opps for all the smoke they really hold
this is happening forever this ain’t ever getting solved
if i f*ck and cut she gonna tell me that i’m cold
mummy always told me couple n*ggas might fold
mummy always told me don’t bring all your n*ggas home
he was walking on his own the mandem filled him up with stones
i don’t rap cap he got it all up in his dome
he never had no time to think
he froze, he couldn’t sprint, he got done before he blinked
was it lati, was it skid, was it muj or was it slim
five percent the tints they can’t see inside the whip
they can’t see inside the whip
pretty little b*tch she’s on some pretty little sh*t
like, is it boohoo, is it prettylittlething
remember them times when we never had a thing
remember them times when we never had a dings
chestshot, ‘cos i ain’t jumpin’ in the ring
now we pullin’ up just watch the hammers sing

- c1 lyrics

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