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lockdown - sba karma lyrics

[chorus]
in town with papers, buyin’ some trainers
now i need an outfit to match
a shot that’s local, gimme a phone call
so i put the door on latch
bad b sayin’ she love me, she just my body
i tell her “don’t get attached”
you wanna try step saucy, tuck your jewelry
you don’t wanna get that sn*tched
pack from the plug, get it gone in a day
i’m not like these n*ggas
tt makes the line go mad and it makes me glad when i count my figures
my n*ggas dem hot on the block for the guap
and rein’ up in them dingers
buss them winners, show you ’bout drillers
spin man’s block if i slide with spinners
but let me get back to the trap
they don’t get guap but they wan’ get tugged
show man the price of this [?] startin’ to drop what he thinks of the plug
bro got flake until he straight dropped it, you can phone for grub
dem man hate with a empty pockets
i get back, bill this bud
trap boy come tun’ up the curb, trap boy come tun’ up the party
we turn up for your darrgie, nargie, i already know it’s a “no”
big hand tings and spin tings
you don’t wanna see bro rise that pole
(bow, bow, bow, bow)
you don’t wanna see bro rise that pole
[chorus: bandokay and sba karma]
i’m in enfield town, back windows down
‘scuse me miss, she leng and brown
skeng on me when i’m rolling ’round
cah i don’t wanna end up dead in the ground
bro’s in the t with white and brown
and if the feds knock, don’t make a sound
out the back door tryna lose them clowns
’cause i don’t wanna be locked down

[verse 2: bandokay]
just got feedback, say the food come piff
we ain’t seen no one in eddy
they all hidin’ or in my spliff
my young boys loose like tiff
t house guap got me doin’ up shifts
tt cap, don’t shot, no snitch
two hands on the 4, yeah, this one’s stiff
p*ssed, me i just try don’t miss
so many many that i got on my list
everybody hates k!lli, everybody hates chris
i want man dead, i ain’t swingin’ my fist
i’m swingin’ my blade deep in and twist
crunch time, nuttin’ like craver’s crisp
gelato i’m smokin’, flavourish
tryna do m way ***
you can get hit by corn and bits
but your hair is bang when your coat gets ripped
c*ck it, c*ck it, watch it fling my wrist
he got chinged now he’s doin’ up crisp
i’m in the o with [?]
i’m with sj doin’ opp block chips
jump out gang, let the dot*dot spit
i’m with mango rambo like kidd
or i’m in the bando servin’ them kits
he got*got and fixed
told the opp thots to deep in this mix
spin ting spin so don’t get hit
the neighbours lookin’ like “d*mn, oh sh*t”
opp block tours, it’s hot, it’s lit
no reactions when your friends get ripped
i’m on the 9 piece tryna creep and skid
it’s no blanks, straight corn we dish
[chorus: bandokay and sba karma]
i’m in enfield town, back windows down
‘scuse me miss, she leng and brown
skeng on me when i’m rolling ’round
cah i don’t wanna end up dead in the ground
bro’s in the t with white and brown
and if the feds knock, don’t make a sound
out the back door tryna lose them clowns
’cause i don’t wanna be locked down
i’m in enfield town, back windows down
‘scuse me miss, she leng and brown
skeng on me when i’m rolling ’round
cah i don’t wanna end up dead in the ground
bro’s in the t with white and brown
and if the feds knock, don’t make a sound
out the back door tryna lose them clowns
’cause i don’t wanna ****

- sba karma lyrics

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