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shots - morrisson lyrics

[chorus: morrisson]
my ex and some friends weren’t moving correctly so i cut them off
a lot of you don’t like me, and i don’t like you so there’s no love lost
it’s used and get used out here, and me i get used out here ’cause i’m useful
you get used less ’cause you’re useless
it’s an ugly game, it’s beautiful
boy, if you ain’t go no dough then pick up your phone and do some shots (yea’)
girl, if you got no -rs- then go gym then do some squats
small batty girl in my dm, that’s instant decline ‘cah every ’ting lock arff
pull up on me and my section, instant gunshot; every ‘ting lock arff

[verse 1]
jugging and trapping
money’s all long
it’s looking all lanky
i’m in the weed house, every ‘ting looking all cali
my mum couldn’t stand me (why?)
just ’cause i look like my daddy, mad
we spent p’s then we make it back
he was on his way to a move and i hope that he makes it back
we get drops on cop, then we lick them and take them down
i’m the weed house, we got more lights than paddy mcguinness’ in take me out
you ain’t on nuttin’ but you speak the most
we’re the little white boys with guns, you can’t tell me i ain’t been on smoke
we really made a million in trap, you can’t tell me i ain’t been on road
nowadays it’s chips and steak but i grew up on beans and toast
trap phone popping off: “what’s good? what you telling me?”
i’m the trap full of boxes, got the place looking like a cemetery
man send for me, man keep banging on my name
but i just caught a crop down and i hang that sh-t from my roof like saddam hussein
i do this again, and again, and again
again, and again, and again
got this sh-t running like clockwork
wap on deck, that’s a mossberg
got a trap house in tottenham, fill that with harry and kane like hotspur
got a f-cked up life but i don’t complain ’cause it could have been a lot worse
i played with fire and i got burnt
i went jail ’cause i shoot and i shot birds
man take kindness for weakness but that’s how the block works
i been trapping all week in this rental (that’s right)
no sleep, i been living on red bull (that’s right)
it’s a 623 when i get pulled (mad, mad, mad, mad)

[chorus: morrisson]
my ex and some friends weren’t moving correctly so i cut them off
a lot of you don’t like me, and i don’t like you so there’s no love lost
it’s used and get used out here, and me i get used out here ’cause i’m useful
you get used less ’cause you’re useless
it’s an ugly game, it’s beautiful
boy, if you ain’t go no dough then pick up your phone and do some shots (yea’)
girl, if you got no -rs- then go gym then do some squats
small batty girl in my dm, that’s instant decline ‘cah every ‘ting lock arff
pull up on me and my section, instant gunshot; every ‘ting lock arff

[verse 2]
pull crop, after crop, after crop (hmm-mm)
sell box, after box, after box (after box)
them things don’t always go well, so i’ve loss, after loss, after loss (after loss)
[?] rob after shop
now my money’s long like a runway
my weed line always pop’s off
nick’s more shots like a gun range
he’s businessman, always wear shirts (luke)
but violate him, you see gunplay
abdi’s my bro from young days
for him i’ll put your name on a front page
[?] i got love-shot
my black mates double that gun stuff
my white mates love having punch-ups
they sniff c-ke and beat other mums up
in a trap with a tt white girl
she moves all light skin ‘n’ that
i’m just using her house to grow weed
i ain’t piping her down
and i know i got too much to lose, but i still ride for my pals
my big stack looking all hefty
but i still bust rounds like jhamel
and i still put lines on my scales
still move flavours
still labelled sc-m by my neighbours
but my young bucks call me the saviour
we man ain’t done favours
you can all thank me later (that’s right)
certain man will punch up the gyaldem
but won’t do sh-t when they buck their paigons

[chorus: morrisson]
my ex and some friends weren’t moving correctly so i cut them off
a lot of you don’t like me, and i don’t like you so there’s no love lost
it’s used and get used out here, and me i get used out here ’cause i’m useful
you get used less ’cause you’re useless
it’s an ugly game, it’s beautiful
boy, if you ain’t go no dough then pick up your phone and do some shots (yea’)
girl, if you got no -rs- then go gym then do some squats
small batty girl in my dm, that’s instant decline ‘cah every ‘ting lock arff
pull up on me and my section, instant gunshot; every ‘ting lock arff

- morrisson lyrics

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