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K-Trap
K-Trap
Vocals
DoRoad
DoRoad
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K-Trap
K-Trap
Songwriter
DoRoad
DoRoad
Songwriter
Natz LDN
Natz LDN
Songwriter
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Natz LDN
Natz LDN
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Ice Digger
Ice Digger
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Natzlondon
Natzlondon
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Lyrics

(Nathaniel London) T-tell me if you really do road Tell me if you really do trap War with the opps, that's set in stone I know that's why we need .44 flats .44 long and a .38 too That's 82 if you're doing the maths I need .223s or a Draco too But for now these black bells aim for the hat I'm sending corn if you send a subliminal I know that rap boy and he ain't got the minerals Give my young boy a bag full of teeth, get rid of all I ain't picky, any individual We had three in the rotty, yeah, the shotty was rare I ain't gonna lie, didn't get to use it I ran through the brick when I hit him with the two stick I left it at Claire's, she's useless (Boy, boy) You would have thought I was kidding if I counted my chingings You know I weren't joking if I said that I smoked him Scream out glee 'cause your bredrin got I swear this, coming all potent Three-car convoy deep on the opp block Spin that block 'til the gear box broken We had to leave the Lotus T-tell me if you really do road Tell me if you really do trap War with the opps, that's set in stone I know that's why we need .44 flats .44 long and a .38 too That's 82 if you're doing the maths I need .223s or a Draco too But for now these black bells aim for the hat Spot 'em Got 'em Left in the rain, it's rotten I done it with the handle wobbling Luger 9 like a Wotsit Bet he's gonna go to the doctors Broski chef down and he phoned me Said he can hear helicopters I don't know about new schools When we do it, it's never the usual Done up, weren't sure if he dropped Lost, now I'm tryna put it on Google Delete that search bar You ain't ever had to pay a victim surcharge Free bro, had the string on the burger Give it to Pewee, he scored with a curler Richer than all them man, they know that Droppin' the hammers, they know we ain't going Plug over here, shot it and co it In Hatton Garden, like don't blow it Chef through the jacket, you better go sew it Drenching the man that's slowest Little man, you ain't seen a M10 glowing Glowing T-tell me if you really do road Tell me if you really do trap War with the opps, that's set in stone I know that's why we need .44 flats .44 long and a .38 too That's 82 if you're doing the maths I need .223s or a Draco too But for now these black bells aim for the hat T-tell me if you really do road
Writer(s): Dyjarn Belle, Devonte Perkins, Nathaniel Odueyingbo Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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