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D-Block Europe - Number 29
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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Young Adz
Young Adz
Vocals
Dirtbike LB
Dirtbike LB
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Adam Nathaniel Williams
Adam Nathaniel Williams
Songwriter
Ricky Banton
Ricky Banton
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Sean D Engineer
Sean D Engineer
Mixing Engineer
Swirv
Swirv
Producer

Lyrics

Wow, he's playing me I'm in traffic, look, let me pull up on this nigga, he playing me Hey, man like Wagwan? You good, yeah? I'm out 'ere (Good, yeah?) I'm good, I'm good What you saying? Nah man, look, I got my darg in the back, ya know what I'm sayin'? Mad, man, imagine I was just playing "Love Of My Life" I can hear it, that's why I pulled up on you (Yeah), roll safe brudda Yeah, mad, fuckin- (haha) Trapping out the bando like my daily chore All these VV's on my neck, it make her hate me more What the fuck you think they pay me for? My nigga chilling right now with the burner, got the safety on Murder, murder, murder, that's a case that we ain't tryna catch D-Block Europe, niggas know I'll do or die for that Dolce & Gabbana, I'm designer man We designer gang, pull up in designer swag Kill him, kill him, kill him, this a murder, would you die for that? See that big head on his shoulders, you gon' fly it back If you love me, why you crying, ah? Ate the pussy from the back, I got her crying "Aah!" Yeah, caught the case Yeah, like Nicolas Cage (like Nicolas Cage) Mummy said, "When will you change?" Told them nitties "I take notes, I don't take change" (ah) Made her sniff a line of cocaine in the Wraith Made him take that cocaine straight to the office If you see me, then I'm stunting, you could say - Was the case but I got NFA Girl, what you reckon? What d'you really, really reckon? I don't leave my house without my fucking weapon Prometh and hella racks when I'm steppin' (codeine) I said, "Baby, stop stressing" You my darling girl and I'ma show you suttin' nice Told her, "No photos", she ain't even asked me why See this lifestyle, yeah, it comes with a big price And most of them niggas out there, they cannot pay it twice Gang, gang, gang, she like the way I whip the white If you can't pay in money, then we will get your life Learned how to eat pussy, I was fucking with a dyke Took it out the packet, I just buss it out the mic Cali weed is standard, I'm just waiting on the flight Fuck a jimmy, she official, buss inside her twice Gang, gang, she in love with 29 And I'ma eat that pussy one more time And my daughter just turned one, she got a Roley She ain't even old enough to tell the time Yeah, 6 a.m. up in the morning and it's summer And I'm tryna eat her pussy But the sun, it keep on peeping through the blinds Thumb up in her arse and I might change my mind Weed and lean, I'm on both, combine Niggas tryna get some relevance The jakes told me that "We know it's you, but we ain't got no evidence" Show them how to make a song on my Instagram live Every rapper in the UK soundin' like me, I might take my time (ski, ski, ski, ski) (hmm) Ate the pussy and I put my finger up in her inside I just came in five minutes Darling, I ain't embarrassed, your pussy's nice Thumb up in her pussy and her A hole Number 29, first left off of the main road (yeah) I told her, "Ride my dick how you ride my face, yo" On the main road, tryna dodge the plain clothes
Writer(s): Adam Williams, Ricky Banton, Ellis Newton Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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