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like this - juke (lab tv) lyrics

[intro]

yo, what is
big up l, big up p, big up bubble, big up merki
big up all the man in the room
lab tv
yo, yo

[verse 1]

so lucky that i’m not on crimewatch this year
sold abar 85 box this year, jeez
85 bricks that we chopped this year
have to do another crop this year
see me brothers fresh home, yeah the coxhills here
see the spesh chrome when the glock get near
rats fans chattin that we’ll pop this year
not batman, but i’m on the rob this year, babow
make bodies drop this year, catch man
in the ramma, getting rocked 5th gear
my man are whippin annies if the plod gear near
isn’t tryna get ourselves locked this year
nah we isn’t tryna get ourselves locked this year
most man tryna get themselves guap this year
poach graft you could get yourself popped this year
roll out you could get yourself lost this year
[hook]

i know you never ever heard a flow like this, jesus
other sh*tty wrappers can’t write this
smoke tangerine dream, you know we don’t buy sh*t
see an enemy we murder on site kid
i know you never ever heard a flow like this, jesus
other sh*tty wrappers can’t write this
smoke tangerine dream, you know we don’t buy sh*t
see an enemy we murder on site kid

[verse 2]

easy, and that 30s dirty
man a let that sh*t pop off like merki’s birthday
want murder? best put in work to verse me
nah me nephews, learned better words in nursery
jesus, we murder, we never heard of mercy
wind down the window, i’m first to burst g
mans ot giving out work to lurky
me and kp, backwheel, burning ?
wherb wherb, now ? left
yeah smoke in the air like i’m burning bread
so what’s the word on the road laa, the word he’s dead
nah i’ve still got that weed phone in birkenhead
nah i’ve still got that weed phone in l36
pure beef kid i’m in an unhealthy skitz
the main aim in the game is to get these chips
so i’m here spitting fire tryna melt these pr*cks
[hook]

[verse 3]

out here but he ain’t made a tonne
rappers wanna chat cash when they’re major bums
so ye chattin about straps laa, we’re raging bulls
we ride on man like rico in paid in full
this is muzzleflash kidda, bring your best out
man wanna chat gas till they see our (?) out
you should f*ck the black mask off and bring the vest out
put a bullet in your back that’d bring your chest out
yeah i’m a bad boy, so i’m not that nice
and in 2014 i got shot at twice
you tryna poach mans graft kid we got that nice
see this £10 dog could have cost mans life
beef 6 years straight and ain’t called no truce
still got the same .38 for all those beuts
still got the same 12 bore for all those cats
yeah it’s bang bang, on site for all those rats
[hook]

[verse 4]

yeah you know i lean back when that bikes in 3rd
couple rats put cash down to light my perm
but you need a couple mil to try wipe my firm
anybody in the way can go bye*bye first
yeah bow bow, now that’s a loud noise
ow ow, what you sayin now boy
we got that .357 like a cowboy
treat you like a b*tch and make you put it in your mouth boy
yeah you know you’re gonna die in the dirt
before i do it though i’m gonna make you biting the kerb
you a lizard so i know you isn’t fighting me fair
if you was in the same position you’d be slicing me there and then
you chattin beef up on the hype i’m like where and when
ride out on the bike you’re not there again
so tonight my mans gonna burn ye ken
dark night and we’ll light up the pair of them

[hook]

[outro]

yeah, someone tell charlie who the f*cking king is
(see an enemy we murder on site kid)

- juke lab tv lyrics

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