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it was me - doroad lyrics

[intro]
me
it was me, it was me
it’s me again
me again, let dat… glee
let dat… skee
i do it for
i did it, ai! ai!

[hook]
it was me dat had dat roddy’ in da rucksack
pull up on ya block den’ bust dat*bust dat
bruck dat, reload it and then bust dat again
he got touched, now it’s crutches for dem’
[?] too f*ckeries for dem
ai! ai!
dey don’t wanna see f*ckeries again
aye f*ck all of dem cuh he got touched and dey don’t know

it was me dat had dat roddy’ in da rucksack
pull up on ya block den’ bust dat*bust dat
bruck dat, reload it and then bust dat again
he got touched, now it’s crutches for dem’
[?] too f*ckeries for dem
ai! ai!
dey don’t wanna see f*ckeries again
aye f*ck all of dem cuh he got touched and dey don’t know
[verse]
if you thinking bout popping me
i can tell you ain’t got much knowledge, g (you dumb?)
i ain’t accepting no apology (none!)
when you acknowledge me
ask my man when i caught him in da “o”
you can ask his friends when i caught him in ‘beckz
i’m wit my yg tryna give dem ‘olo’s
but i ain’t tryna put em on ‘peckz (dis’ ain’t nuttin’ bout peckz!)
i’m tryna get dis’ boy stretched
me and*me and trap both could’ah caught ah head’ (ah head!)
but dat corn was dead (both could’ve caught us ah headie one! bow!)
but let me not go into depth
now we just graft*n*work, work*n*grafting
but we still tryna make ah opp drop like da oil in da ‘rex! (bop*bop!)
first time i wacked me ah guy
my bro shot ah don now the guy can’t see no more
when i let it ‘bang!’ it ah sound like ah bomb when the opps ‘c’ me wit ah ‘4’ (c4! bwoy!)
i know certain mans been [?]
[?] got nicked with da ’10’ and the ‘4’s’, when its kicking off it roars
still da m*10 give him applause
barber*barbershop you see what you caused
clean dat block, i did my ‘chores’ i clean it, (clean it!)
i do it for the cause, bro made dem flatheads blowout wit force (bow!)
got an *rs*nal of dem cannons, we got hammas galore (nuff!)
i need me a [?] one, strong and thick like lira galore
i give her this d and some more
i was only thirt’een when i had ah gas gun
two years lat’er had the long*nose shotty
mum found day in da garden, said she gonna k!ll me before i k!ll somebody
year later i was in counch’ wit ah hottie
first day in da trap got raided
(feeling like [?] way i made dem shots disappear in da station)
da sh*t was amazing
free my n*ggas in wok’, just doing up lanes (free em’ up!)
ain’t seen em’ in ages
you know we put dem bricks on da pavement
so you know you good when you hit deez’ pavements
i good wit da blazing, i’m good wit da gauges
you know you weren’t asking, but i’m just saying
ever had 32 shots in the ‘stend but smoki’ spraying it
dat was my boot’n, but broski claimed it
i ain’t da type to shame him (why?)
cause i’ve done me numerous bootings and all types of shavings
and dey know dis’
and i heard someone got shot on da block
but on dat specific day dey’ don’t even know…
[hook]
it was me dat had dat roddy’ in da rucksack
pull up on ya block den’ bust dat*bust dat
bruck dat, reload it and then bust dat again
he got touched, now it’s crutches for dem’
[?] too f*ckeries for dem
ai! ai!
dey don’t wanna see f*ckeries again
aye f*ck all of dem cuh he got touched and dey don’t know

- doroad lyrics

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