- Headie One Charades 歌詞
- Headie One
Yo Fred, been dealin with a few situations out ere man
But, Im just sorting it all out, thats why Ive been a bit quiet
And then... yeah, Im active again
You say One
Headie, One
Headie, One (One)
Headie, One
One
Ballys and hoodies, not phones in the car
Them man aint on but they talk like they are
Them man aint really got no arms
It come like they just been foldin their arms
It come like man been playin Charades
The way man talk with them arms
One day , Im in the hood tryna pattern up shh
Next day, Im recordin in France
They talk like they are
(Turn, turn, turn
Told me turn
They told me turn)
All I know is money and beef
Dont think I left it all in the past
How these opp boys say they want beef
But they aint got bread, thats all in their arse
All my young boys like ten or nine
Guess they all wanna chart
Skengs, Rambos, flickys
We got them all in the car
How many man have the gangdem got?
How many time man do it all bait on the mains?
Go wish that mans not hot
Still do it in a coat like Big Shaq got
Just done it in my hoody
Four door swervin, no A Boogie (Turn-turn-turn-turn)
I hope I aint got bout the judge, no Judy
Ballys and hoodies, not phones in the car
Them man aint on but they talk like they are
Them man aint really got no arms
It come like they just been foldin their arms
It come like man been playin Charades
The way man talk with them arms
One day, Im in the hood tryna pattern up shh
Next day, Im recordin in France
Ballys and hoodies, not phones in the car
Them man aint on but they talk like they are
Them man aint really got no arms
It come like they just been foldin their arms
It come like man been playin Charades
The way man talk with them arms
One day, Im in the hood tryna pattern up shh
Next day, Im recordin in France
(Turn-turn-turn)
All I know is money and beef
Dont think I left it all in the past
Them man there different to ours
Couldnt see them, we leave them to last
My young boy was slackin in the T
I just gave him a kick up the arse
Focus, workrate, progress
Put in that work then hes up
How many man have the gangdem got?
How much residue in my pot?
How much pressure did we put on opps?
How many times did we out the lot?
Feds tryna find my spot
Man tryna right my wrongs
So I just write a song
Two bad Bs in the seat, me in the middle
Two Rambos, symmetry, me in the middle
Rose gold with the VVs in the middle
D&G, had to throw Amiri jeans in the middle
I know feds hate to see me winnin
They just wanna see me in the system
All of those times it was runt, now we litty
Cah my Laurent from Eagle I be able to
Two bad Bs in the seat, me in the middle
Two Rambos, symmetry, me in the middle
Rose gold with the VVs in the middle
D&G, had tothrow Amiri jeans in the middle
I just done it in my hoody
Four door swervin, no A Boogie (Turn-turn-turn-turn)
I hope I aint got bout the judge, no Judy
Ballys and hoodies, not phones in the car
Them man aint on but they talk like they are
Them man aint really got no arms
It come like they just been foldin their arms
It come like man been playin Charades
The way man talk with them arms
One day, Im in the hood tryna pattern up shh
Next day, Im recordin in France
Talk like they are
Foldin their arms
One
Talk with them arms
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