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again - young smokes lyrics

[intro]
beema’s and benz’s
now i’m getting looks from all these peng tings
my money and my clip extended
they’re like “you went in before you went in”
this sh*t’s never ending
my trap line booming
presidential like trump and putin
i’ll pull up to the sales with the roof down
i tell my young g’s “keep it moving”

[verse 1]
there’s no way we’re losing
i’m andy murray on my block, i’m serving
my trap phone cardi b, it’s twerking
i’m posted up in highgate with my hittas
trackie’s a hundred quid, this roley’s five figures
floyd mayweathеr the way i give you a box
and i don’t party, i just buy beema’s and glocks
yes thеy know smokes, i don’t make radio songs
i’m still giving work, tell them “pay me when it’s gone”

[hook]
how many times i blew the feds? and i’d do it again
all the times she give me neck, tell her do it again
how much times i blew my skeng, and i’d do it again
do this sh*t for my bros locked again and again
[verse 2]
two nights in the radisson, seventeenth floor
two bricks in the car like i ain’t been jail before
put a box in the van, i don’t work for dhl
i still send packs myself like royal mail
if my y.g.’s broke i’m the one he turns to
throw him half a b, he catches it like bird flu
to tell the truth i don’t wanna go jail again
but i still make my heat rise like 5am
i don’t do drill music, done a hundred drills
ask the crown prosecution, i ain’t one to squeal
these dior’s that i wear, eight*hundred for the pair
same price the moncler’s, i’ve been copping ’em for years
there’s nothing that i fear in this world apart from god
your boyfriend’s broke, well i’ll give his ass a job
and i don’t care if any of this music sells
i get bricks every week and i put them on the scales
three*litre beema and it’s bi*turbo
if i sack my worker he don’t get paid, no furlough
turn these fake rappers off, i can’t hear that sh*t
i’m still doing roadworks like the m6

[pre*chorus]
beema’s and benz’s
now i’m getting looks from all these peng tings
my money and my clip extended
they’re like “you went in before you went in”
this sh*t’s never ending
my trap line booming
presidential like trump and putin
i’ll pull up to the sales with the roof down
i tell my young g’s “keep it moving”
[hook]
how many times i blew the feds? and i’d do it again
all the times she give me neck, tell her do it again
how much times i blew my skeng, and i’d do it again
do this sh*t for my bros locked again and again

- young smokes lyrics

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