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Язык песни: Английский
Free Bradders |
| Free Bradders |
| That’s bro from kway before snakes and ladders |
| We was 15 throwing up gang signs, looking like we’re playing ching chang chana |
| Bro backing out rammers, finesse a man’s jewels Santana |
| Then tell big man just back up |
| Way before J Hus, didn’t like ice in this Fanta |
| Finesse these broad day chingings, knives just shine in the camera |
| Years later nothing ain’t changed, pressure these opps and banter |
| Had one hand on the spin ting and the other there tryna keep balance |
| Free Bradders |
| 10 toes do road free smoke, love hammers |
| Couple g packs, do road, M-way smash it |
| In the hood fishing these shots on the opp like Bradders |
| Like how many years I been grinding, free my nigga B it’s just timing |
| Fake yutes in Tottenham not like him, OFB pull up with smoke and diamonds |
| Long clip, equipped to ride with |
| No one ain’t into fighting, gang rip it back and just light him |
| Especially if you don’t like him, Skatty I handle my ting |
| Free Bradders, bro from early |
| Before he had single plaits |
| All he knows is drill and trap, got him in the jailhouse kicking back |
| I’m on the M-way doing up mileage, M sport whip no hybrid |
| Cut that pack into slices, the opps ain’t men they’re mices |
| Why feds wanna grab my bros, free Bradz till he back on road |
| And he’s free in Tottenham like Danny Rose |
| No more bag up at 6, or doing up canteen codes |
| Just fresh home back on the strip, grinding tryna stack this dough |
| Free Bradders |
| We was in Niz grabbing shanks up tall but now it’s live corn out hammers |
| I remember that day in I, 20 inch big made the fuckboy stagger, good in the |
| hood we can never take bad up |
| Got a jigga batty ting from the Niz, B got one from the 9 that’s badder |
| Niggas must really gone mad, feds need to free my bro Brad |
| I know that them boy there happy, cah nuff ting gang left them boy there sad |
| Sawn-off dots, handting and rambs, 10 toes, ped, ding-dong with waps |
| Remember that day it was far from rainy, my man still got splashed |
| Free Bradders |
| What you know 'bout putting young gs, in a cab filled with daggers |
| Old school days, blood on my mums cooking knife, no hammers |
| Now I bag up the light in cling, still rise up my rusty ting |
| I had to switch up how I text, before the jakes come like what’s next |
| We the ones investing in poles, while you chill with bae and hoes |
| Free Bradz, free Bradz, free Bradz |
| My aim’s narrow, I just got a shot in Harrow |
| I just boot like I did it in jail, one hook Jack Sparrow |