| 300 Sparta
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| What’s the palaver?
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| Ching out your bredrin’s bloodclart
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| On lane, that’s Gaza, wounds, not plaster
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| Step with splash, can’t Maga
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| Back then with Ian and friends
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| And Bud and friends, not Gaga
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| All of my Barbie boujee, cutie
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| Gold one dressed in Prada
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| 300 Sparta
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| 300 Sparta
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| Family stepped in dodgy
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| I know that he’s got it in the bag
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| Splash and brag
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| Do it like Sav, ching that lad
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| I fell in love with the bands
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| She fell in love with man
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| In West End, buying up Gucci
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| Dressed in BAPE, got me feelin' like the man
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| Family stepped in dodgy
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| I know that he’s got it in the bag
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| Splash and brag
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| Do it like Sav, ching that lad
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| I fell in love with the bands
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| She fell in love with man
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| In West End, buying up Gucci
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| Dressed in BAPE, got me feelin' like the man
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| Beef still cookin', splash, not whoopin'
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| Big man, mind where you’re lookin'
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| Lurk for the opps? |
| Bro, no, you shouldn’t
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| Caught little man and he talkin'
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| Jump out whips and get dutty
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| Last time me and Mad Max
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| Lurked 'round in the area
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| We almost took down mummy
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| Should’ve wore a vest, ching out your chest
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| Unlucky
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| We splash, it’s funny
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| Tryna turn opp to duppy
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| We lurk for the score and kill, she all on man
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| She hold this mash, I know she real
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| They snap on rides, we step surprise
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| They dash in field
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| Family stepped in dodgy
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| I know that he’s got it in the bag
|
| Splash and brag
|
| Do it like Sav, ching that lad
|
| I fell in love with the bands
|
| She fell in love with man
|
| In West End, buying up Gucci
|
| Dressed in BAPE, got me feelin' like the man
|
| Family stepped in dodgy
|
| I know that he’s got it in the bag
|
| Splash and brag
|
| Do it like Sav, ching that lad
|
| I fell in love with the bands
|
| She fell in love with man
|
| In West End, buying up Gucci
|
| Dressed in BAPE, got me feelin' like the man
|
| 300 Sparta
|
| What’s the palaver?
|
| Ching out your bredrin’s bloodclart
|
| On lane, that’s Gaza, wounds, not plaster
|
| Step with splash, can’t Maga
|
| Back then with Ian and friends
|
| And Bud and friends, not Gaga
|
| All of my Barbie boujee, cutie
|
| Gold one dressed in Prada
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| Wish pon me like Teddy
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| Use two hands, I’m steady
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| Them boy better be ready
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| Many, many time I see them jetty
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| I’ll do it for bro, I’ll boot
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| Cuttin' through bricks
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| You turned quick
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| Pull up on her, she cute
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| Hold on, darling, bro-bro
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| Look, I swear that’s neeky Trudes
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| Them boy crash, crash
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| Mash up their car, some suicide youts
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| No barber man but I trim
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| Rim, fassy, I’ll make you swim
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| 15 inch with the teeth
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| Shit, then fuck up your skin
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| Family stepped in dodgy
|
| I know that he’s got it in the bag
|
| Splash and brag
|
| Do it like Sav, ching that lad
|
| I fell in love with the bands
|
| She fell in love with man
|
| In West End, buying up Gucci
|
| Dressed in BAPE, got me feelin' like the man
|
| Family stepped in dodgy
|
| I know that he’s got it in the bag
|
| Splash and brag
|
| Do it like Sav, ching that lad
|
| I fell in love with the bands
|
| She fell in love with man
|
| In West End, buying up Gucci
|
| Dressed in BAPE, got me feelin' like the man |