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suspect - lightwork #desertedition - sus & pressplay lyrics

intro:

mora beats
hl8
ay

chorus:

violate me then your whole gang get it
they won’t forgive if i can’t forget it
i’m tryna pattern his death not dead it
send him a kite like after you read it
shred it, send my man to the medic (to the medic)
send my man to the
i live by the sword, won’t die by the sword
tbc the bloodiest cause

verse:

i’m tryna get on the list of forbes
for the industry i’ll kick down doors
my hologram soon gon tour
i’ll do that sh*t n0body ain’t seen before
i already donе it before
i was on run and now i’m in jail
i still prevail i still got morе
still at war with the f*cking law
all i see is beautiful wh0res
why you talk bout gyal
why is she on only fans for
i am a thug and she is a thot
we are what we are it is what it is
i am what i am i’m liking the the gram
check my account a couple more grand
i’m chatting to bro like when u gon land

i know that jail weren’t part of the plan
you don’t understand this borough
my rasclart land my army is active gang
young suspect no doppelganger
respect him how u respect man
you ain’t ever had that paigon p*ssio bleeding
d*mn that’s a desperate man
like, d*mn that’s a desperate man

ask them why they run from gang
corn is real, why you think he ran?
b*tch i’m sorry that you got tanned
why your got man beef with active gang
bang bang, tell her bang but we’re not afghan, afghan
ag soa at gang, at gang
it’s a quick eta doa new strand
and watch your head bop no hands, no hands
bop, slop, breathe, cough
i miss a beat but never the drop
i tape a few streets i taped a few blocks
it’s back to back hits
i’m top of the pops
don’t play with my top end up on a top
man just aim for a lung, pop
man just aim for a heart, stop
how much many i make, a lot

how many opps he dropped? zero
let alone yinged or shot he a weirdo
i’m a big man he’s robert deniro, actor
somebody give him a bafta
you know my angle don’t need no protractor
simon who? i got the x*factor
blow two kisses, he’s almost more feminine than my missus

teachers don’t run with scissors
i run up in next man’s school no bally
teachers said don’t run in the hallway
star [?] straight out the alley
he ran, tripped and turned cali
burn that, get a new car from paddy
[?]
petty, i ain’t no patty
chorus:

- sus pressplay lyrics

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