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frustrated - latts lyrics

[intro]
(it’s madara beatz)
(ayo, mj, this you?)
(sebz beats, baby)
(madara)

[verse 1]
hit the .9 at nine in the afternoon when i can’t see half the moon (gang)
latts just done my man him his back and he didn’t half a clue
london*london fields, zt my batch, feds locked like half my crew (free up)
need to clear my head, i might buy some meds and then blow like half a q
in the t*in the t house slangin’, i’m servin’, still, i stacked ‘nough racks this week (get money)
how man run up and leave his baby mum? should’ve known that a man’s a neek (haha)
my young boy wan’ blaze off guns, you know he gets gassed whenever i speak (young)
my lightie don’t want me to beef, but i drill too much and i’m in too deep
[chorus]
i wanna make love songs, but i can’t, i don’t know how to show my emotions (i don’t)
i get frustrated and lose focus in the moment, used to burnin’ clothin’ (bust that)
call for the smokes, not bogus, if you know jam, leave your head wide open (bust that)
big four*by*four and it’s stolen, switch the plates here and pr won’t notice (they won’t)
i used to pushbike like commute, nah, nah, cut through, i’m in the back bein’ chauffeured (flexin’)
see me in central loadin’, pendin’ soakin’, la, that’s frozen (wet)
i’m a roller, still rollin’, back my knife out, try dodge this pokin’ (huh?)
they fear me, i’m the one that’s chosen, pockets swollen, big racks, no foldin’ (mulu)

[verse 2]
i don’t wanna know if it ain’t ’bout payment, but i’ll take time out my day for paigons (facts)
when we’re about, it’s vacant, grab him, stab him or rise it and blaze him
years in the can and they’re still hatin’, i must be (huh?) bare man’s (huh?) favourite (huh?)
six weeks in the trap and i just got back, i bet my mum hates my fragrance (haha)
i’m on them man’s block tryna f*ck this slag, i hope she don’t keep me waitin’ (i hope not)
i’m in love with the streets, but i need me a bae, i think i should do more datin’
and everyone chats like they get paid, i think they should do more savin’
caucasian*caucasians in a white van tryna pree, i think that they’re buildin’ cases
f*ck feds, i ain’t sayin’ a thing, if they pull this whip, i ain’t gettin’ a caution
charge man high on a brick, he’s gettin’ it sorted ‘cah it’s extortion (f*ck)
my waigons just chat in their vids, now this beef’s been blown way out of proportion (stop it)
had to slap it and burn my jordan’s, wash in fuel ‘cah that sh*t’s important (real talk)
i ain’t makin’ a sound, i’m anti
i hope out the ride and run man down, the boy is mine like brandy
whole group wanna escape like candy
better pray that i run out of candy (better pray)
six sweets in the spinner exactly or two in the dots, same size as backies
that’s plan a and plan b (bust that)
[chorus]
i wanna make love songs, but i can’t, i don’t know how to show my emotions (i don’t)
i get frustrated and lose focus in the moment, used to burnin’ clothin’ (bust that)
call for the smokes, not bogus, if you know jam, leave your head wide open (bust that)
big four*by*four and it’s stolen, switch the plates here and pr won’t notice (they won’t)
i used to pushbike like commute, nah, nah, cut through, i’m in the back bein’ chauffeured (flexin’)
see me in central loadin’, pendin’ soakin’, la, that’s frozen (wet)
i’m a roller, still rollin’, back my knife out, try dodge this pokin’ (huh?)
they fear me, i’m the one that’s chosen, pockets swollen, big racks, no foldin’ (mulu)

- latts lyrics

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