Testo The Cold Room - S2-E11 - PS Hitsquad feat. Tweeko & Mixtape Madness
Testo della canzone The Cold Room - S2-E11 (PS Hitsquad feat. Tweeko & Mixtape Madness), tratta dall'album The Cold Room - S2-E11
Ayy, CZR, you did a mazza still
Elevate, this mix sounds mad
Sebz Beats, baby
Ayy, Tweeko mixed this, you know, it sounds cold
Finger ready
Murder on my mind like Melly
Scratch that, I need to find some wellies
Madman, I need to find some meddies
Ready, steady
Start gun, I let it spark their leggy
Yeah, I let it fart, they're smelly
I'm in the south in the park with Kenny
Wrap it in plastic, fantastic
I just slapped it, now I'm skatin'
Ain't no debatin', could be a bait ting
If he a paigon, shoot him or shave him
Bro, you just hate it
When a opp causes a scene, can't lie, it's outrageous
I'm all bro, I ain't tryna catch cases
Plastic bag for the casings, lace it
I take a shot, don't chase it, slap that
Lean out the back of the hatchback
About three got put in the backstrap
Where's -? Got turned to a hashtag
I'm in the streets, no need for a sat nav
Hardly been out here with the wap, akh
Them man neeks, they just do it for Snapchat
I just come 'round with the shank or I'll whack that
Quick, grandad sleepwalk 'round with the stick
Pedal bike or we come 'round in a whip
Ridin' with S, I don't doubt him a bit
HSQ, get around there quickly
Quickly, I let it beat, it's a hit
Strictly, three man deep in the whip
Big ting, bro, be easy with it
Man roll up, I'ma need weed and a chip
Shit, I'm in the 9 with the nina
Line up your block with the 9 millimetre
Jerry can, fill the two litre
Man got three man in the four seater
Man got three, need more in my reefer
Ps, you know I'm a squeezer
Blaster stuffed in my parka
Told bro spark up, make it more easier
Jump out, eager
Or I just lean out the hoopty
Could've been me or it could've been Snoopy
Could've been Kweng with a blem doin' Toosie
HSquad baby, bad like Boosie
Any opp block, I ain't choosy
If I see any opp, I'll do it loosely
This ain't no Henny shot, I'll leave him woozy
Doin' up Gucci, two G's up
Me and Bruce in the 2.2 litre
What's in my bomber? I'm like a plumber
I just come through with the two litre
Man burst them pipes, I'm shootin' it up
Duck, I'll get your goose if not
Press play, I'll get a few ting shot
SK, this ain't no movie prop
Checkmate, opp, chess
Do up your chest plate
Make them put red tape on the estate
Any opp block, man do it up zed way
Ain't a thing, put the thing on the M way
Serious, show me the spin on the dead day
I still wanna spin around them ways
Spin 'til a man get dizzy
Make the ting ring, it ain't goin' no Dizzee
Finger ready
Murder on my mind like Melly
Scratch that, I need to find some wellies
Madman, I need to find some meddies
Ready, steady
Start gun, I let it spark their leggy
Yeah, I let it fart, they're smelly
I'm in the south in the park with Kenny
Ayy, CZR, you did a mazza still
Sebz Beats, baby
Credits
Writer(s): Alieu Koroma, Sebastian Osawaru Julius Obasohan, Aaron Richard H Simpson
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