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leave man pouring - farmer12 lyrics

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i don’t do ‘dis talking, i just back my blade and leave man pouring (pouring)
‘dey ain’t ever been romford road, or square, like why are the opps so boring? (boring)
like we did the scoring, free up the troops that’s doing up touring
suttin’ got got over ‘dem sides ‘dere, so you know who poured him, aye
farmer’s really on volts, and m12’s way to catty (catty!)
skid’ skrr’ in a back seat, had one f*ck off skeng and a bally (and a bally)
sloose and flash that’s mad, grim reaper like billy and mandy (mandy)
om, we’re way to trappy, buckin’ these shots in alley’s (in alley’s)
bruck*back in the back of the ride, nuttin’ on me but bells n’ p’s
free jsav, he’s way to tapped, he’ll crash at your tints n’ skeet (on volts)
these so called opp’s even know man’s active, cause i went there and slapped it
my team ain’t got no tactics, jump in the ride and moving erratic
gsr on my face, that’s madness, someone’s son got shot, that’s sadness
no driver in the hood, man cab it, no violation, head back, slapped it
no wap on me, so you know man dig it, three months, that’s countless drillings
so many zoot’s i was billing, like so many zoot’s i was billing
like, so many zoot’s i was rolling (rolling)
just know if i step with bad intentions, f*ck boy defo’ get toasted
with this wap i’m tapped, i make man sing, like ‘aylee golding
i been scoring goals and the opp boys know this, how many man been toasted? (toast)
i think these boy need coaching (coach)
interview room, i don’t know what happened (what happened?), someone got shot or someone got splattered (splat)
om sh*t, we really on badness, how many times i been nicked for a madness? (aye)
like m12 said, how many man been captured? (free mizzy)
me’ young g just said he wanna score so much, no cap, he really be catting
bro just done in the quick ting (quick ting)
i might jus’ do that drill with the wap, or i might just bring out the fl!ck ting (or the fl!ck ting)
f*ck it, bring out the goddy, rusty one, it’s looking all vintage (all vintage)
switch my clothes, burn all the evi’, now the feds don’t know who did it
wait, let me not chat to loose, cause the feds might just be listening
opp block settings on violence things, skeng with the fl!ck, he’s way to whicked
jsav jus’ went on a glide with the* in the ride, so you know he wigged him
this dots come way to long, aye, dots same size as midget (midget, midget)
go do your research, all of the opp blocks held some led
this white tee might stay white, cah’ i’m aiming to slap at heads
they, can’t even handle smoke with me, let alone the whole of my set
they can’t even handle smoke with me, let alone the whole of my set
it don’t make sense
i’ll slap at your marj’, i swear i’m petty (aye)
stolen car, jus’ fill it with petty (aye)
bro said “let’s go glide over there, even though man left it red already” (already)
bro said “let’s go glide with the shank” (with the shank)i said “what’s the point?”
if i get in the ride, man do it with style, this f*ck off beretta ‘ll turn man joint (joint)
go 2*3 goddy’s on* aves, and we got more on […] close (more, more)
why you think we do it like ag’? we ain’t spending all the money on clothes (wap)
c*ck it and press it, bow, look, now his face is seen on clothes
i got all my opps on ropes
‘dey don’t even chill on their block cause of me, i dare try say it’s because of the cold (d*ckhead)
i swear that don’t make sense, tell their whole block go sit on the bench
their gun ain’t worth way more than a pence
violent boy turned violent men, first was shanks, now it’s skengs
violent boy turned violent men, no*now it’s skengs

- farmer12 lyrics

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