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He ain't making it out One shot, two shot (SB, turn it up) Bow (DT5 on the beat) Bando! Bro put him in the air like he's taking a flight (ah, god) He ain't making it right One shot, two shot, had him saving his life Always had my rambo when I was raving at night Caught Dukes slipping, he weren't skating on ice (slippin', slippin') Got caught off guard tryna straighten his eyes Got his head back, yep, boy come back here (buss it) When they was here first weren't claiming them guys (dickheads, dickheads) Aye, gyal, arch up your back Gyal, arch up your back, let me slide inside (ay, ay) Her ting soaking when I slide inside Got her leg shaking, it's a water slide (slippin', slippin') Everyone knows Broadwater slides Says she loves bad man, tell your daughter hide Everyone knows Broadwater slides Says she loves bad man, tell your daughter hide And now I'm running man down, got him looking right back (where you goin'?) I'm running man down, why's he looking like that? Try to get so far so we took him right back I never knew broski was gonna juk him like that (splash) I never knew broski was gonna cook him like that (bow) 3238, so we shook him like that Two eyes open, keep looking and clap Like my bro Mad Max, he love jugging and trap Shawty bend over, gwarn gooders (woi) He's in the air for screaming out Woodgreen You ain't even stepped out at opp block purging Gang lurking, tryna junction jookers Ride all night like the fourseat hookers Wet, bang let it hot like cookers (hot) My broski ain't into the talking He loves boring, he should've worked at the butcher's Bro put him in the air like he's taking a flight (dead boy) He ain't making it right One shot, two shot, had him saving his life Always had my rambo when I was raving at night Caught Dukes slipping, he weren't skating on ice Got caught off guard tryna straighten his eyes Got his head back, yep, boy come back here (buss it) When they was here first weren't claiming them guys Aye, gyal, arch up your back Gyal, arch up your back, let me slide inside (slide) Her ting soaking when I slide inside Got her leg shaking, it's a water slide (slippin', slippin') Everyone knows Broadwater slides Says she loves bad man, tell your daughter hide (grr, bow) Everyone knows Broadwater slides Says she loves bad man, tell your daughter hide I told my friends in jail, keep your heads up high (free 'em) He got shot, now his head's up high (ha) She got chat, now her chest up high When I hit it from the side, put her legs up high You know 16, two peds up knives And know 16, bro cheffed it twice (ching, ching) Broadwater Farm some reckless guys Who use dukies on reckless fights B put him in the air like he's taking holiday Sorry, mate, I just made a hundred quid I'm getting fan love from a hundred kids Show them boy there what hundred is I'm loyal to Farm, I'm a humble kid Bring it out, I'll show you this jungle stick (dutty gun) Don't stumble, prick, when Freddy Krueger gets the dumpin' quick This .44 Magnum holds six rounds Drink magnum, now I'm giving her six rounds Grab her frontal and tell her to switch 'round I make her buss quick like the glizz when the sticks out (grr) Bro put him in the air like he's taking a flight (god, god) He ain't making it right One shot, two shot, had him saving his life Always had my rambo when I was raving at night Caught Dukes slipping, he weren't skating on ice Got caught off guard tryna straighten his eyes (woi) Got his head back, yep, boy come back here When they was here first weren't claiming them guys (leg one, leg one) Aye, gyal, arch up your back Gyal, arch up your back, let me slide inside Her ting soaking when I slide inside Got her leg shakin', it's a water slide (slippin', slippin') Everyone knows Broadwater slides Says she loves bad man, tell your daughter hide Everyone knows Broadwater slides Says she loves bad man, tell your daughter hide Aye, gyal, arch up your back Gyal, arch up your back, let me slide inside Her ting soaking when I slide inside Got her leg shakin', it's a water slide (slippin', slippin') Ah it's ruthless, man Hide your fucking daughters, blud You know summertime's coming, blud 'Bout to get technical, oi Brrrrr! Free the guys free the guys free the guys FTO (SB, Turn it up) Trust me Get right or get left (DT5 on the beat)
Writer(s): Kemani Kane Duggan Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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