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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Cristale De'abreu
Cristale De'abreu
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Cristale De'abreu
Cristale De'abreu
Composer
Zel
Zel
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Zel
Zel
Producer
Sean D
Sean D
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Lyrics

Bun lockdown (Zel, this shit crazy, rah!) I love money and freedom (free meals) Had to cut man loose cah he loved my Ps He's skunk, fam', this ain't no threesome (he's gone) I wish my mum called me Morgan If I start talkin' free, man's freezin' (freeze up) 'Nuff times I wiped the slate clean when they did me dirty There weren't no reason Turn stranger when you commit treason (you're pagan) Blacked-out Merc in the ends, got the mandem scarce "I don't know that coupe" (who's that?) Blame it on judge whеn he buss two case It's calm, you don't know that fluke (do you need a med fam'?) Backroads only to dеstination Main road, they don't know that route (that's too bait) Family ties ain't shit to me, fam' You're a snake, I don't know that yute (wow) 'Nuff times I made blood from water Shoulda seen the condensation comin' (shoulda seen it) Car crash from July Leesh said "The compensation's comin'" (calm down, Cris) Boy said "Seize this", takin' ya toll And my complication's nothin' (It's nothin') Five-0, Five-0 showed up, now it's a complicated somethin' There's twenty man duckin' and divin' Ten man hidin', ten man ridin' (skrrt) Fifteen whips on the ends Five in a parked-up, ten man drivin' (drive that) OG panickin', stallin', young bucks wildin' Let man drive then (let me dig that) Can't go down like the opps did We're on frontline, them man sidemen These man active, them man actors (actors) There's food in the ride, no food truck And the rice come white cat food Might go west in the field like Stratford (go west, fam') Might glide in the field like tractors Left any man that want me backwards (reverse) Cop chase for dinner, relocate and change name for afters Told me, "Babes, anywhere you wan' go Just let a man know or show man the atlas" (show me) Don't take me for fool or idiot I'm not perfect Can take Cris for practice Show man if it's time to go upsuh Trust us, can't have dips in your accent, bwoy (true) If you can't pattern near these guys Stay in the ends and keep sendin' packs in Bae said he wanna go somewhere next week Told him to get a license and come get me (let's go) I'm jokin', I been tryna get mine too Since lockdown, 'rona won't let me (won't let me) I've been a bad B from you met me Gyal get clapped, on the gas like pepsi (don't vex me) Tell Boris I want a refund on my course Ain't been to a class since February (eediat) Real talk, straight shooter Ain't gettin' billed nine K for the year To watch my lecturer lecture computers (no way) I know times been hard for us all Wanna save band school but can't diss my tutor (can't diss my tutor) I'm a half contributor (half contributor) How you payin' for a online course when our world's on pause? I find this peculiar Tell distributors I need ten racks just to market my ting Cah I need some rage Poor ting tried to run from me Mi need fi go church and tek to praise Contract said "No derogatory scandal" Fix up a gyal, now the contract breached Don't contact me, aw shit, there's blood on my clothes Tell Mumsie I need some bleach CID's on route, they can't take the evidence Haffi cut through ends inna stealth mode Everyone's sleep, I can't wake the residents (oh shit) UK labels can't give me nothin', need US deals But can't take the president (crap) These artists are gettin' frigged, backway beat outs Slap 'way, that case cyaan tek di deal, I'm celibate, delicate (better be) Hurts my heart when they do me wrong, it's long I'd be lyin' if I said never felt it Old boy shook when he wouldn't see me Got Ps and he don't believe I don't sell shit This brownin' had potential, but met the friend zone He was way too selfish And broski's guts are on my friend's clothes He draw for petrol every time he shell shit (he shelled it) Bro got down, he's broke Cah he turned to a pagan these times (these times) First got him down like pumpkin' Got back up, did him like dumplin', refried (refry that) Tell a darkhead gyal she wan fight me This ain't no game, she can't press re-try (no way) Ah one life you ah live, my girl So steppin' to me wouldn't be wise Ain't gonna tell you once or three times Two warnin', you get time fi decide (decide) If we got beef 'round dem sides Look at your creps when you see me 'round these sides (look down, fam') Years did the mandem dirty Nothin' like mash, shoulda seen all their Levi (Levi) Corn get popped and magnify Couldn't care less if they know you from knee-high Yes them, they don't give a toss, fam' (they don't give a toss, fam') They know you from knee-high (from knee-high) They did you dirty fam', or you did them dirty, it's game over (it's game over) Everyone's a opp now, fam' (everyone's a opp now, fam') Bun 2020 (bun 2020) 2021's the way forward (2021's the way forward) Say once again (say once again) Bun lockdown, innit? (bun lockdown, innit?) Bun it a thousand times (bun it a thousand times)
Writer(s): Cristale De'abreu, Zel Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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