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asbo - h1 (harlem) lyrics

[verse 1]
hands on when it comes to the trap (i’m trapping), but i still make my young boy fly that
my air max 90’s looking all tired, why?, cause’ you know i done unlimited mileage
on snapchat their internet typers, live in the flesh don’t know about gliding
see me i don’t tolerate verbal, i put on my boots and show you bout violence (what’s good?)
was it wrong place wrong timing?, i don’t know but he still got knifed in (ching)
thеm man don’t know how to get back, try get back nearly had him lifеless (ah man)
the life i live is all violent, back round stepping avoid them sirens
i ain’t tryna get bucked by trident, bro let it rip like thunder and lightening (bow)
in the field i’m loud in the rap take, in the station lips sealed i’m silent (shh)
but i can’t say the same for them
in the station their writing statements, them man sing songs like miley cyrus (their snitches)
chest shot might give you a cough, (ugh) nuttin like corona virus

[chorus]
kitchen nank when i done that drill (ching)
i don’t need no rambo
i was 16 when i taped off ends now i’m banned from my borough feds got me on asbo
bro bro calling man off a zanco
lost that phone now he’s in jail p*ssed (ah man)
why cause’ the blue phone way too obbo (obbo) x2
[verse 2]
i’m a product of my environment (kennington)
i’m a young trap n*gga and driller
juice get spilt like bigga, when i pull up and brandish my stainless chinger
on socials their big and tough, heartbeat drop when they see that dinger (some idiots)
told bro come we pattern more ringers, why?, cause’ i’m tryna leave these opp boys finished
22 inch down my leg had me limping (ah man), in the trap got green like spinach
pagans try come to block, defence on point like their macavodic
i don’t know why they screamed out sh*t, over 10 man over there’s been chinged
bro’s been catting to glide so we step that day and we taped that strip (i remember)
i got white and b like a zebra, i break down bits and serve to the kits
like vegans i don’t f*ck with the pigs (never)
welcome to the kennington district, things in bushes and things on hips
so approach with caution, better stand back or you might get yinged, (ying that), better stand back or you might get yinged

- h1 harlem lyrics

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