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back2back - n15 (uk) lyrics

[intro]
traphousemob
ayy czr, you did a mazza still
open the door, it’s the police

[verse 1: lankz]
make his eyes hop it like a fendi tee
and there’s so much smoke in the ride
you would’ve thought it was thc
f*ck off shank and it’s longer than creepz (creepa)
and these sweets won’t leave you toothless
cah it’s an attack, i’ll make you bleed
inject it in, watch this b*tch*boy scream
and let’s not forget he got robbed for his jeans, (teewizz)
you don’t wanna see my a*team pull up your stress
that’s blade’s inject in chest (ching, ching)
gang blade done ducked yutes ain’t lookin a mess
they claim that them man need to give it a rest
i’m smoking on lampz he got put to rest (he’s dead)
i’m smoking on lampz he got put to rest (he’s dead)

[verse 2: smoke szn]
i’m tryna close man’s eyes like curtains
i’m asking bro if he’s alive
and he’s looking at me uncertain
matching skengs so you know that we’re purging
free shambo, with ones like merlin
one*five step ‘cah we’re real cash earners
bursting, bleach my blade i put work in
stab for the k!ll all now they ain’t learning
[bridge: lankz]
i got my rambo on my right hand side
so i swing my knife with my right hand (swing it)
you wanna know why these opps don’t like man?
’cause i’m a bad boy and they can’t be like man (they can’t)
we go on glides like clash of titans, (glides)
but we ain’t stupid krose
we’re villains, my [?] clucking to do some drillings

[verse 3: smoke szn]
they twiss up the story like gyal (no lie!)
and when i talk about big bits
no, i ain’t talking about mello or lampz
they ride to the block
but like a civil they get sent right back, (ouch!)
and i ain’t talking about walker
but i’m tryna itch it in a paigons back
fifteen inch or a samurai jack, (no cap)
step and squeeze, man just see an ic3 (i did!)
and the way that this shotgun bucked
you would’ve thought it’s filled with f*cking t**th (bow!)
open him up like a noodle packet
can’t wait till i buck zt
and she heard that we’re from the five
now she on every man for some tea, (haha)
[verse 4: lankz]
can i know why you love lie up on the net
like you ain’t been ducked on numerous occasions
shh got packed, shh got deaded, (is gone!)
now shh is out the equation (gone!)
one*five k? what where, then come ride on us
me and the g’s still waiting (we’re waiting!)
jeet and skeet, get uck then cut, (then cut!)
smokey, ain’t into the dating, (i’m not)
barbies waiting for me to touch road
tell them “i’m home soon”, man you gotta be patient
this botty’s longer than o
why do you think i call it ancient
i’m adding k’s to the 4’s and i’m anti*green too, (f*ck the opps)
if we hop out the rides with the fours
or jump off peds, then, what you gonna do?

[verse 5: smoke szn]
facts!
school days man had it in bags, (whoosh)
shank come long like m
man it’s poking out of my bag
can’t love no b*tch, fell in love with these bands
switching sides don’t make you bad
nsav know he can’t beef this gang but
the four’s been crossed off the map (d*ckhead)
[verse 6: lankz]
i just stepped in
samurai sword sword on me, (on me)
samurai sword that’s my favourite weapon, (favourite weapon)
back my blade now i’m sweating (sweating)
swing my sword then i’m jetting, (ching him)
run him down do him up in seconds
hate when they run, i really wanna get them
your friend is dead, come avenge your bredrin (is gone)

[verse 7: smoke szn]
hold up, wait
es just swings his blade, (no cap)
man try let of corn, but, ended up getting afray
she wants s*x, like, “get out of my face,”
slap that corn let’s see them race
py see or protect your bae
either way my mans getting blazed, (bow!)
i just chopped man down to grams
and i ain’t talking about lighting b, (no scales)
and you know if i ain’t got no shank
man’s drawing from my back like “free bd”
about “we don’t ride back,”
check the gazette or itv
and you know i do it like shamz
swing my blade through your fendi tee (swing that)

[verse 8: lankz]
dotty come long like skeng
chop that down make it look like littlez, (chop it, chop it)
bad b bopping her head in slow*mo, (boppin)
[?] sweet like skittles, (sweet)
[?] sweet like honey, (like honey)
don’t freeze up when you see me
you’ll get juked in your chest and tummy (ching)

[outro]
traphousemob
ayy czr, you did a mazza still

- n15 uk lyrics

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