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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Tracks On Tap
Tracks On Tap
Performer
Righteous Reck
Righteous Reck
Performer
Lil Trubz
Lil Trubz
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Marco Balthazard Ciocca
Marco Balthazard Ciocca
Composer
Liam Henry
Liam Henry
Songwriter
Cameron J Douglas
Cameron J Douglas
Lyrics
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
BALTHAZARD
BALTHAZARD
Mixing Engineer

गाने

Who’s that brudda spittin with the dreadlocks ?
I might book a ticket try and get lost
I’m praying for em if you wanna send shots
Cuh the only place you aiming is the head tops
Yeah better than you when I had a skin fade
Jump up in a ride then I switch lanes
Wanna steal my old rhymes you’re a bit late
Careful with that pride if it’s misplaced
Ok the dreads still growing
Meds got cro in
Rain or snowing I’m still head top blowin’
Told me that you gonna reap the seeds that you’re sowing
So me and my Gs burn the leaves of the potent
I’m that nice, tryna ride the wave you might capsize
Backslide, lyrics wet a brudda get him baptised
Mad rhymes, I swear even Russia coulda had mine
That’s life, all I do is strike when it’s match time
Who's that pluggy brudda with the rucksack
I might book a ticket catch a sun tan
And I'll probably still be in work mode
With the mac up in the bag like a gunman
Better than you when I spit in Recks flow
That's cos lil bro be the next goat
Heard we both execs on the album
it’s only right that we came with that exec flow
Let's go
Fucking up a verse then I head home
Best know
If we're talking verses or working, I really got the best flow
Work flow, ten fold, I ain't on the bench no
Weight's on me, but I'm spitting crack here's a ten stone
Yeah I got that smoke
You don't want that smoke
Cos you are not that cold
They wore jackets in the summer when I dropped this flow
It makes no sense how the temperature dropped this low
It's cold
Cold, like a December day
Brodies in a getaway
Leave em in a better place
Over thirty beggin’ for a lift you need to elevate
Get it straight
Getting in a cab cos I'm already late
Rum and coke, I don't want no vodka or no lemonade
Just a few, I ain't gonna front like I'm a heavyweight
Couple zoots, lemon haze, now I'm feeling very waved
Even if the album doesn’t sell we gonna celebrate
I grew my dreadlocks
I kept my rucksack
I might just get lost
And catch a sun tan
You wanna send shots?
You're not a gun man
That's the next goat
And that's the plug fam
Who’s that brudda spittin with the dreadlocks ?
I might book a ticket train and get lost
I’m praying for em if you wanna send shots
Cuh the only place you aiming is the head tops
Better than you when I spit in Recks flow
That's cos lil bro be the next goat
Heard we both execs on the album
it’s only right that we came with that exec flow
Tsss… Swiss Mafia
Written by: Cameron J Douglas, Liam Henry, Marco Balthazard Ciocca
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