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- Youngs Teflon Intro 歌词
- Youngs Teflon
- INTRO
Catch me drinking straight rum by the grave
Cause I done lost more friends than you made
Went funerals with a 40 and a spade
That’s why Im thinking bout the fallen every time I’m on the stage (ahh)
R.I.P Nip I’m forever blue
My girl thinks I’m playing out
if she ever knew
Had some foul ways now I’m a better dude
All the love she shown up till now it ain’t replaceable
All I knew was that Victoria line
Now we in the S four pipes from behind
Yardie shoob-een had the inf’ on the beam
2020 all about the syncs ands the streams
Row row row your boat 30 was the quote
Send a bird in a rubber duck
You know its gonna float
Hi-Top, OG’s yeah the beef and broccoli
We went to war on a Sunday
That’s beef in Brockley
Took a walk to Brockwell Park
We had to test the bruckies
I share my last pound with Luger
Give my best for Mucky
Kept that little .22 in a nike sock
Play COD but we have black brown and white opps
Sat with the wise man he gave me true teachings
Been there and done it got the badge like its blue Peter
See this purple label Ralph there ain’t no blue tags
Only real hitters in my camp
This the Gulag
Hanging pictures in my cell while my tune slaps
Had to use tooth paste I ain’t have no blue tac
Everybody lying on the radio
Where they do that?
Pack it in or sit it on your head
‘Cah the truths back
If I don’t see it in my view then its inferior
I need a new pit to lock the bulldogs and terriers
I was a pauper then a prince now I’m a emperor
Tell the Feds that I sip champagne regular
Im the esoteric nothing heavier
The sell trill old school just like the Ferrier
And we don’t even celebrate that shit
But we had two tecs round December
More the merrier
Tell the truth Niggas got me when I lacked
But id rather get stabbed in my face than in my back
Playing zombies chasing pagans through the flats
I just need some new shoe laces for the Mac
Parked up the Tesla
Sit on the charger
Tying up my locks
Long time I seen a barber
Long time you seen a martyr
Close range marrow in the sky this the Carter
(Breathe)
Before nike airs it was reeboks
Before ascots I had rollers (ughhh)
On the back blocks with the demons
When they masked up it aint ‘Rona
Before the Benz had a GTI
But before the golf had a 4 door
Out late tryna steam off cause the hellfire we all go
Had 25s in 22’s and three 2s in that wardrobe
Knew that I was selling poison
but I ain’t really care cause I was poor tho
Jumped off the porch early cause them street lights were like porno
Jumped out in my J sevens since wine glass full off Bordeaux
I’m Conway ima con this ima con that I’m a crook yes (check)
Gordan Ramsey’s in kitchens my little ninjas doing jook-fest (Ching)
Came out in a Kangol tryna crock Suttin’ like Dundee
Cooked crack in a croc pot got a half-deuce in my undies (we get it)
This Call Of Duty if the times right and the price right
You can call me (hello)
Pop Suttin’ like a bottle cork
It was frying outside porkies
Stick Suttin’ with the pointy end like Ayra if you annoy me (now watchu say Youngs)
Said stick suttin’ with the pointy end like Ayra if you annoy me (Chu)
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