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piriton - dove & central cee lyrics

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[intro]
yeah, yeah

[verse 1: dave]
the glock sneeze, it got allergies
piriton, annual cleanse, purified
call up a two man army, diligent
hefty damage, that was minimal
doing things you never knew were criminal
i had to state the basics, my young boy a scout
i used to jug on cookies but that was back then (kway)
advocate, need a ceremony award
wear the golden necklace with sauvage
‘flakes scared of flakes, hypocritical and ironic
they’re both named the same, but it looks like they’re not on it
coated him with metal, no donuts
you can catch this bell as a bonus
made millions off my hit, sprinter
got two guns on my lap, no inter
first a remin’, the second a rifle
collect cream like trifle
find me at the effiel tower, getting white devoured
like cench, i used to sell coke on the campus
i had the green, no lantern
bujj back then flew me to saturn
halloween, and i prepared some pumpkins
christmas, the trap still running, its never out of business
talk bad, you can help my digits
you can make them go up, its good riddance
cench on the track, yeah
tell akh, “fling that back”
coke, coke, coke in the trap
stretch the .9, no yoga mats
[verse 2: central cee]
stretch the .9, no yoga mats
hygiene poor, could’ve got sepsis
nasty how they wouldn’t accept this
cranberry, how i left this
goats of rap, remember this
i keep a semi tucked under my waist
so i can blow when they try escape
no drugs, but i make ’em fly high like sp*ce
like oppenheimer, this waps a veteran
it can explode your meat like a vegetarian
name one guy i’m better than, trust me you would be naming millions
photogenic, i keep getting the best shots and i mean both ways
serve shots like tennis, i’m a menace, get man shot i’m like dennis (ay)
better resist squinting when you see my wrist, its shiny like my clips
it’s a life of squinting, can’t just stare
look at my car, now look at my rear
when they see me they know they’re looking at death, my eyes depict fear
stole that from cb, fit the bc for the young g’s
the feds keep watching like television, i need to keep track i need x*ray vision
this gun sounds like a swarm of bees, it sounds like a gruesome beast
know i stay busy in the jungle, the concrete
know my bros long free, my beats be funky
i got keys in the trunk, and i got mud in the back
got a large supply of white in a bag, even a few in a sack
kick ball like benzema, itched so much, i got eczema
play in the field like ronaldinho, know i’m locked in, no bambino

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