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Дата выпуска: 14.11.2019
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Язык песни: Английский
Opps |
Postcode beef, we used to go to school with each other |
Now it’s on if I buck yah |
You’re ridin' with man or against |
Sayin' you’re my bro, now you’re on different ends |
It’s an eye for an eye, it’s a tooth for a teeth |
With three .9's out we ain’t callin' police |
In the streets, we only care about survival |
With the killies, we don’t care about reprisals |
Re-Retaliate then it spirals |
Beef, man will shoot you out your Michael |
Jordans, when you step 'round me, you step with caution |
Trappin' on the block, drums awesome |
Gun fires, somebody suffers |
I bet you don’t wear the wrong colour |
You-You know how it goes in the borough |
They’ll be sendin' reefs to your mother |
Streets ain’t sweet like Haribos |
Postcode beef, better back your bros |
Opps tryna rob you out |
You better back your talk if you run your mouth |
You’re smokey, you know how it goes down South |
If it’s that or bring the thingey out |
We ride on our enemies |
If they catch you, then it’s rest in peace |
Bad boys from ghetto, shooters from Peckham |
Won’t hesitate to do you in a second |
Mum ain’t gettin' paid 'til the 7th |
No food in the fridge, yeah, man, it’s the 11th |
Rose out of concrete |
More murderer, pour Dom P |
Violate my boy, we have to find him and ground him |
No slippin', keep a thing in my trousers |
Countless times I had to slide out |
In a dinger so long, got a dry mouth |
No love for the otherside, militant |
It’s gets mad when they start hittin' innocent |
Bystanders, oh, fuck it, where’s my manners? |
O-O-Only care 'bout nice hammers |
Shoot 'em up and bang for the ends |
No gang shit, I bang for my friends |
Streets ain’t sweet like Haribos |
Postcode beef, better back your bros |
Opps tryna rob you out |
You better back your talk if you run your mouth |
You’re smokey, you know how it goes down South |
If it’s that or bring the thingey out |
We ride on our enemies |
If they catch you, then it’s rest in peace |
Streets ain’t sweet like Haribos |
Postcode beef, better back your bros |
Opps tryna rob you out |
You better back your talk if you run your mouth |
You’re smokey, you know how it goes down South |
If it’s that or bring the thingey out |
We ride on our enemies |
If they catch you, then it’s rest in peace |