67 - Traumatised 2 lyrics

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67 - Traumatised 2 lyrics

[Intro: Monkey] Jump out gang 67 All of that all of that Come on Do this no more [Verse 1: Monkey] Whipping in this cell I think I'm Gordon Ramsey Whipping in my gaff, the pyrex come in handy Bro be coming sandy, 4-4s come in handy And word to mother's I dont like n***as like brandy 3k and squeeze my n***as very anti Hella b**hes say the gang ain't anti It ain't a thing the gyally still take off her panty I'll f** your b**h and tell a n***a try me (come on) Thames side living, Loud still billing, hella brothers hella tizzies on the wing yeah we living On spice your tripping, the rice mans dishing Bussing jokes in jail yeah free maro yeah I miss him My bro's the plug in prison, he hit me up and said he got his tizz in I went to jail I rid a little pigeon, see ID piss they free the f**in villains [Verse 2: LD] Come like trap my religion, see loads of birds no pigeons I'm on bait sh** wacking up opps I go jail and ride them pigeons Red TG patrolling the 6, board them might lead to the brits Dont f** around with my f** arounds, i got caught for selection of sticks Next show might buy us a skeng, or hella ding dongs at the pens We trap so hard in the ends now the chain on my neck cost more than a skeng You can be on piss or not still get leaned on quick get shot Still vom let me rob that pot, straight drop man turned that pot Got nicked feds know that I didn't but I bussed that case good riddance My guys got thames side locked, I'm north of the trap and we drillin Got nicked feds know that I didn't but I bussed that case good riddance My guys got thames side locked, I'm north of the trap and we drillin [Verse 3: ASAP] I smash stones out in the nitty's cribs Ill slap corn straight through your n***as wig I've got b**hes on their knees, s**ing my dick Kings of the 6, 4s in the wiz Whipping in the sink the waters running quick I will chef you in your mouth dont give me no lip Free the guys, they was getting watched serving on the strip Free M Skeng he dont give a sh** Man smoke opp like ammi spliff 2 bells in the twirl man are cannon him n***as know we're lurky so they're panicking Do a n***a dirty with some savages [Verse 4: Liquez] 09 to 012 working with shotguns, now its handguns and macs n***as keep giving that the talk, you can get your life took like that Trust me the own is all mad, S got pulled in a cab, cos he had a spin ting in his bag, and the judge just gave S 5 So trust me everthings sad Done half a year in a cam but now I'm back Feds wanna give me a bird just cos I'm black I was in thames side free flow sawing when I got cracked On site, I'm tryna leave him on his back On site, I'm tryna put bulley in a bag And if you know liquez then you know I'm mad On site, I'm tryna leave him on his back On site, I'm tryna put bulley in a bag [Verse 5: Dimzy] Mans on knifing and mans on drills mans on trappin man got sk**s G money got guap like tesco tills, pengtings wanna lurk on Brixton Hill Biggie got life for a 1 shot k**, 24 years and they hit him up still I could do work with a stainless steel, knife work make an apartment block girl wear heels In the 44s in the 4 doors let's lurk Chunky stones make em twerk Hit em up and do the swerve I was up in the bando, told mum I'm doing work Track suits and bank rolls, I've got peng lizzie peng dirt For the gals can't twerk, I like brown skin girls, I got work Everyday a man works, put my kicks on let's lurk Ten toes on the opp block, hit his face hit his shirt He won't put his face on a shirt, free squeezy dum mashed the works

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