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know dat - j spades lyrics

[intro: j spades]
why get money on your own
when you can get money with your team
and get rich together, you know
it’s the head n-gga in charge
it’s my third year
and i am the talk in these streets

[chorus: j spades]
we’re the real talk in these streets
we put london on the map
i don’t roll with no police
rather roll around with my strap
any n-gga snitching in my ends haffi leave
and can’t come back
and all my n-ggas, and all my n-ggas
and all my n-ggas know dat
in the summertime when the sun ah shine
and all my gyaldem look hot
got a down b-tch, if she’s down with it
might grow some weed in her flat
gal tell me seh she loves me
and i tell them i love them back
and all my galdem, and all my galdem
and all my galdem know dat

[verse 1: j spades]
nothing worse than a drought, there’s nothing about
and you’re selling them z’s, 800 an ounce
n-ggas like me hear that (click, clack)
run in your house
since my n-ggas run up for real
you, just run up your mouth. stop it
i need a half a box
and get the next half on consignment (what you mean?)
ima pay for half
and get the next half on consignment (like seen)
slide six months and i know dem man deh can’t find me
they won’t let me blow
so while i’m on the roads i stay grimey (stay grinding)
finesse that n-gga
ain’t n0body gonna stress me out
somebody gonna stress that n-gga
cause when we left that n-gga
half a brick dun left that n-gga
but they’ve been getting money for a long time
that’s just a little setback n-gga

[chorus]

[verse 2: snap capone]
snap capone the black mussolini
got crack in the bottle n-gga no genie
357 when man’s stepping
remix the brick then ima sell it
i’m counting up this money thinking ‘f-ck the plug’
i run up with a brick of buj a nine of dubs
vivienne westwood everything
my west ting ten out of ten, afghan heroin
i stay looking fly in the name of drugs
n-ggas talking beef, but we know they’re soft
finesse that strap, disarm that n-gga
i’ve got brick on con, and i ain’t gon pay that n-gga
snap capone from that southside
n-ggas die when we ride
hollow tips in that g9
i’m on that eastside of that london
fields n-gga, sh-t’s real n-gga
skrrr skrrr in that porsche n-gga
headshot blood spill n-gga
got a bad b popping pills n-gga

[chorus]

- j spades lyrics

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