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freestyle (bloody raw) - giggs lyrics

[intro: giggs, joe grind]
but you are a bad*boy yardie, and bad*boy yardies are supposed to know how to get rid of bodies
i create the bodies, i don’t erase the bodies
qdizzy
giggs freestyle
chippy
and my jail n*ggas, you get me?
k beats
this one’s a monstrosity
yo
kyzer
spare
no
triggs
young spen
spen
young giggs
kyze
kyze (triggs)
bl**dy raw
jokester, jokester, jokester

[verse: giggs, joe grind]
no one sick as myself, pr*cks must be kicking their self
i could kiss myself, i back it, make you p*ss yourself (whoa)
i ain’t [?] myself, a couple sh*lls short
if i let off a couple of sh*lls, it won’t be my fault (uh)
the only artist that’s really a gun busser
these matics that i’m packing, their drastics a [?] f*cker
it’s amazing how you switch from k!ller to fast runner
i saw it in your face that you’re nothing but hard bunners (yeah)
blud i’m sick, don’t compare me to no other
i’m too gutter, gift b*tter and grip rubber
step in the club when you wanna be my lover
all eyes on me, just like i’m in big brother
i’m not one of them pretty boys
wrist flinging, chain swinging, and believe i get all the hot women
they look at me and the thug life i’m living
and then they look at your direction and thinking “he’s minging”
the only n*gga that does what you’re singing
when you’re talking ’bout “pump these drugs” and blood spilling
and this crack sh*t i spit is so sick
you can wrap it in packets and shot it down the strip
blud i’m locking the strip
got it from rizlas to bricks
proper colombian sh*t
locking down london and sh*t
my clients are proper, no lie
you know the executive type
the type wearing suit and a tie
heaters just tucked in the side
word on the street that giggs’ sh*t is proper
so they hit me up and they paying me pay top dollar
i know you n*ggas are hating but follow
’cause it’s your negativity makes my sh*t hotter
you better know son, is the world’s most greatest
much hated, spare no*1 (spare no*1)
[outro: giggs, joe grind]
uh, yeah, uh, uh
spare, no (no), one (one)
that’s giggs
like you didn’t know i was back
in this b*tch
streets better look out
yeah
giggs (giggs)
the monster’s out
spare no*1 general
the real, yeah
shout out to all my n*ggas in jail (jail n*ggas)
chippy (chippy)
food (and don’t forget)
grizzy
k beats (most exclusive tracks)
cheffy
uh, you get me? (spare no*1)
it’s a f*cking tape holder (bl**dy raw)
it’s a f*cking tape holder
i don’t know
you know what? let’s just keep it spare no*1
run that next one

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