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If I say that I give two fucks What them man think Then I'm talking nonsense They can suck my johnson Don't need bad energy On my conscience I been grinding constant Few bits going on So I got options Bros in the bin like Bronson Ain't no way he's on The wing with nonces London not Compton West Ham boy ain't Never been Tottenham Loud packs not Rothmans Bill one up man I do that often Life comes with problems But I keep moving And I don't watch them Shout out to the squadrons Thugs in Toronto Boys in Boston Everything Mad It's that lad PVRPLE. on deck The riddim is rad Don't be sad Just be glad Know we come through and The bassline do kick like Jean Claude Van Damme Know we come through and The bassline do kick like Jean Claude Van Damme Shout out to the squadrons Thugs in Toronto Boys in Boston Leave that Keep that Man don't need that Put my feet up Roll that weed pack Strap that good so I don't get feedback Put that kettle on Grab that teabag Said I'll stop smoking Then I just relapsed Shorty got a beach bum So I gotta squeeze that Shoot that shot I'mma score like Isak Man must forgot What I do Let me recap Everything mad Everything mad Everything mad Know we come through and The bassline do kick like Jean Claude Van Damme Know we come through and The bassline do kick like Jean Claude Van Damme Shout out to the squadrons Thugs in Toronto Boys in Boston London not Compton West Ham boy ain't Never been Tottenham Loud packs not Rothmans Bill one up man I do that often Life comes with problems But I keep moving And I don't watch them Shout out to the squadrons Thugs in Toronto Boys in Boston Everything Mad It's that lad PVRPLE. on deck The riddim is rad Don't be sad Just be glad Know we come through and The bassline do kick like Jean Claude Van Damme
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