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gangsta lean - wilfred lyrics

summer kings loosing from london to luton i told ya
i’ll leave her merking overseas, and i got it lock from london to leeds
please untie your urbi*shine? imma big from london to birdesign
they got lines i can split like nursery rhymes, this years gotta be mine i’m the first in line
wow, you got your first rewind but the second line sounded like the first line
i ain’t got punchlines, i got kick*lines, and i go commercial but i got kick*lines
i spit deep rhymes, but i got the girls on my side for the first rewind
you might see my face in a magazine, i’m in a vergo a face magazinе gotta spread of the word down of the ravеs that i’ve been then they bringing their purse out to pay for my team
i couldn’t give a sh* i break in the seam, making a scene and start making the cream, seen, i got a gang with me, i make you walk with a gangster lean, you’re all talking one of, ramp it, around this time i was (?) probably saying, yo
well its kano with the ounce, i’m just trying to make dough with the ounce, spit that flow with the ounce, over and out, on road i’m about hot like i’m holding the ounce, its kano in the house, i’m just trying to bake dough in the house, spit that flow with the* (?) its old school
look, my flow big big big, i spit hits kid, big tings rude boys i’m done with this sh*, quick quick quick, this sh* cl!ck cl!ck, and i be like smith put the stick to his ribs, he’s rich rich rich, take that sh*, you win some you lose some, son this is life is a b*tch b*tch b*tch, ain’t that a b*tch, oh well, bad luck, p*ss p*ss p*ss
i was born to be rich, santa knows i got money on my christmas list, and when they get some comes sh*t to know they got texts ending with a kiss kiss kiss, hi, hug kiss kiss thats how they greet me, all because my flow’s ill like a sickness, i’m a sick kid, and when i spit hot sh*, and again it’ll be like
its k to the is a, n to the is o, this year man better know warp is owt, f the everyday late, gotta, low, i’ll blow and still stay on the road, and still do raves just pay me the dough, f*, yooo (ohhh mann) we’re going old school, hold tight all the kano fans out there u done know, imma keep going tho, hahaha, uhhh, check check listen (?)
look, when i hit the road, i kick the show, so live*o but i spit the flow, i’m in the zone, deep*er lyrics, one four zero beats per minute, dem boy can’t bad like i, livid in my fly cah goin to the sky, don’t be surprised when the boss with the pride cuz i’m extortionate like tornigun? guy
dem boy say* like we, boy better know its the boys let alone, the flows straight touch mic and set a tone, its k a, honey im home, i do my ting get my money in gold, never seen them look bombing and broke
they can’t look nice like we cuz a lot of these mc’s can’t em see
and this is my hottest hour, i’m fast material hot for hours, i’m fire, i can’t be fired, grip the road like a ferrari tyre, i’m flyer, lv buyer, you can see me in your lg, its like a riot, my shows are real

- wilfred lyrics

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