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lirik lagu 1011 days – cgm

[verse 1: horrid1]
why the f*ck do the hrb yutes talk like they’re murder squad?
they ain’t murdered dons, we’ve murdered dons
twist my shank in his chest, ching
i hurt that don
we’re the ones who turn up the beef
been dealin’ with guts, horrid1, i’m a vet
we bored up the whole of west and north*west too
who the f*ck should we bore up next?
i just ordered the biggest package
as soon as it lands, i’ma grab it
i f*cked 100 hoes on this mattress
i need to dash it
i’m so active, grab it and slap it
get up close with a ting and tap it
i’m a savage
don’t give me no chat
cah i’ll turn up rapid and rip up fabric

[verse 2: ty]
same way that i bored up peanut
same way could’ve bored up sutty
nearly bored up mouth in his car seat
lucky he’s quick, would’ve left that bl**dy
3rd avenue where i jumped out on chippy
he kept it skippy, guess he weren’t on it
it was me tryna l!ck down mello
i got his bredrin all over my bonnet
they talk about when i got bored
stepped out same week and we got down elmer
that n*gga said he weren’t involved
f*ck it, ching
the n*gga still held one
30 man backing out fl!ckys and rambos
i got cheffed once and them man there boasting
dot*dot got his head bussed open
opps in golborne, now we’re rolling
there’s rumours opps in the ends
why you think [?]’s yard got blammed up?
mashed up mouse on the landing
now i’m on basic riding bang*up
it was gruesome when bro got him
jsav maced so the boy can’t stand up
p*ssed that my lidge car flagged up
why? ’cause the last opp boy got stabbed up
us man stick to the g*code
bro got j1, the p*ssyhole ratted
ad got splashed in the party
course [?] and [?] brang it
doubletap banged that mash broad day
had skinz and smiley hopping in gardens
cj a thameside spartan, spartan
it’s peak when he got down marvin
q2t talking crud on tracks
it don’t make no sense
huncho put that ramz to his neck
doubletap gun*bucked man in his head
you know what i’ve done for the bread
fork in the ‘rex, tryna make that stretch
main hr, ratlin got cheffed
get man down on the mains, who’s next?
[verse 3: dodgy]
i see the ‘chete make [?] kneel down to his knees
would’ve thought that the queen was you knighting
the handle on my fl!ck*knife’s tightened
and had man’s hospital bed life*fighting
i didn’t ask [?] if she’s riding
i know jsav, cah of course he’s sliding
ty on the clutch, he’s driving
and still hops out and do that drill in silence
zk made the opps scream, high*pitch
pull them strings on the bridge, no violin
no [?], your guy’s on the a, tryna boogie
while the opps still internet typing
the trident had me locked with the lifers
and sitting in the dock for a [?] i put a knife in
i ain’t blowing in rap but i’m trying
so all the little yutes say ‘no’ to the violence

[verse 4: striker]
cheff n*ggas instant
same way i cheff in the kitchen
15 inches left [?] twitching
h*lla ketchup dripping
guns i’m ripping if my opposition’s f*cking slipping
.44 on the bike, lurking to leave man missing
my knifework’s viscious
pblock, i’m cripping
yola with the ammonia
i’m steady whipping
2 skengs on the bike
[?], bine, then the tires’ skidding
if i get up close with the mash
then i’ll k!ll him
[verse 5: rack5]
i can’t talk on this sh*t in depth
how come the result is death?
[?] took out his guts and left [?] hard in the streets
cah the beef’s intense
the opps, they dodging death
’til his eyes roll back, the scene can’t get left
i still got smoking scents
up the glock 9, let corn dispense
my b*tch told me i’m sick in the head
before i ever got head it was jugg or finesse
i see a man get wet and start holding his neck
a1 got wet, adottz got wet
yr got wet, yt got wet
teewizz got wet and he’s dead
so much man on my cheff, who’s next?
still back my chat like huncho said

[verse 6: splasha]
[?] got left with a hunch when he got a horrid one in his back
he ain’t come back
all of my team do drillings, straight k!lling
and filling up straps, take your bro off the map
opps talk but they ain’t on sh*t
f*ck teewizz, f*ck the 1*5*6
f*ck the 12, f*ck the 9
f*ck the whole of the golborne strip
they’ve all been dipped
my team way too savage
the opps can’t manage
they know we’re a hazard
get the drop on an opp, no panic
load up the ‘matic, smoke him rapid
in the booth straight truth that i’m spitting
2 cases but we made 4 victims
frankie got caught, he was slipping
walked off giggling after striker dipped him

- cgm

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