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Rv - Mosh Pit (feat. DigDat) (Lyrics)
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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Rv
Rv
Performer
Headie One
Headie One
Performer
DigDat
DigDat
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Rv
Rv
Composer
Irving Adjei
Irving Adjei
Composer
Nathan Tokosi
Nathan Tokosi
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
SK
SK
Producer
Will Lite
Will Lite
Mixing Engineer
Lewi White
Lewi White
Mixing Engineer
Kevin Tuffy
Kevin Tuffy
Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

SK's moving mad uno Yo, yo All of these tours on the opp block, Watch it get popping like Mary Big Rambo, tryna shave mans chest But I couldn't give a fuck if it's hairy Stepped in Moose or Canada Goose Big coat, tryna hide this shank Ching mans brain, now he's got both hands on his head Like a Migraine Skank Tell a boy mind this talk, you ain't on this, get set, quick Let me kick out his top lip Got ami, chip and I've got rizz, shoplift Never got served in Londis I was up and down in their block lifts Five man deep inside, it's a mosh pit Got teet' in line with the mop stick See man run then trip and you dropped shit I'm in the studio doing up work or I'm in the bando doing up work I gotta get the re-up back first The profit, oh, so lovely, might go cop a little Uzi, no Vert From kway I see man disperse Reverse then argue who jumped out first I was really tryna put man on the top, that's merch Nuttin' can stop me trapping Even when I had no driver A man took a Nina on a train and travelled Same way out the hood, man drilling like mining I can still do both, really tryna wet mans face, no flannel On sight man, no Cowell, see pigs, do a U, no channel I need these skengs and dingers all auto Still grab the dots, stuff this manual Oh, how I love this prof', grab two juvie's, stuff this bando Gotta count this money up daily I just can't do it monthly or annual T house really kicks off, soft set No time for no boxset, no scandals My Rambo's fifteen inches Domino's pizza, extra toppings Gotta carry this smoke Anytime I do road, even when I go shopping Me and bro tryna pattern this grow We ain't editing pictures but I'm still cropping Plus I got light and dark like a zebra crossing They're good with computers like Bill Gates Sitting at home where they feel safe 'Till I bring my boys to their yard like Kelis in Milkshake I been on the strip in person I don't know why them pricks ain't learning Big Mac, no chips and gherkin If anyone slips, it's curtains Six figure nigga but I stay humble Still go Bagel for a crumble Bad B coming to the nizz for the D Wanna let her hair down like Rapunzel My man dropped, slipped, got dipped Bet he wishes he didn't stumble Got caught in traffic when he got boxed in He weren't ready to rumble Still out doing these 10 shots Kelly wants 10, that's 5 on 5 Used to sit, watch time go by Spent most of my days in YOI's Put too many slabs on a diggies Now I gotta press tear on a scale Scared for approach with caution You don't know who's there with the 12 Flick shank my favourite tooly Dip, dip, I ain't gotta aim that 40 Whoosh, whoosh in a mans chest Now your white T's red, better take that laundry Serve no unknown callers, still trap, fit two O's, one quarter Put bill wrapped notes in order Free bro S, he's a top goalscorer See a fed man pull out his badge He just threw me in the back with force And I never got charged in Maj' Bopped in Crown Courts, hand down my shorts Big saw like I'm in DT, dot-dot there bro, give it a sawn Still revving it reckless, in and out of traffic, Everyone's dibbing their horn All of these tours on the opp block Watch it get popping like Mary Big Rambo, tryna shave mans chest But I couldn't give a fuck if it's hairy Stepped in Moose or Canada Goose Big coat, tryna hide this shank Ching mans brain, now he's got both hands on his head Like a Migraine Skank Tell a boy mind this talk, you ain't on this Get set, quick, let me kick out his top lip Got ami, chip and I've got rizz, shoplift Never got served in Londis I was up and down in their block lifts Five man deep inside, it's a mosh pit Got teet' in line with the mop stick See man run then trip and you dropped shit
Writer(s): Irving Ampofo Adjei, Adam Lyddon Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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