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lirik lagu west ham – kwollem

[…]

[joe james]
verse 1

uh, i knew this one was a tune
if ignorance is bliss then, i’m the rudest c*nt in the room
in the rave stunting for who?
the girl with big nails and plated hoops
whose popping them pills just to feel the groove
looking for a fling with a coked up dude
i’m on the district line
on the tube, on the tunnel, on a mystic ride
through the ends, above ground, who knows wargwarn
next man done another s*d*stic crime
thumped up a yout, run up in his mums
like show me the money or kiss this nine
whilst his sisters crying, in the kitchen, (why?)
’cause she showed half ends that his wrist is shining
london’s cold
my bro got bagged with a few keys of snow
life was lovely, money weren’t slow
then it went right to left, like ilford to bow
now he’s in a can of a miniature phone
when they search up his cell
you don’t really wanna know where it goes
on another note, i’m sho, so sho
that they see me and they’re coughing up dough

london underground announcements:

mind the gap between the train and the platform
this is plaistow,[…] the next station is west ham, this is a district line train to west ham…

verse 2

she’s got the batty elastical
long pink nails that just ain’t practical
but she looks choong, so it’s smart and
tactical
’cause half the ends want to take her on trips abroad
she’s got a heart that’s stupid cold
but i won’t face to mask the pain she holds
she doesn’t know that the darkness slowly grows
every time she gives it up for a lowly bloke
any bloke in the class a field
she wanna feel like she living in her favourite film
toes on the dashboard, done it for the snapchat
hat on the m*way, all for the thrill
on the surface they act like it’s real
deep down, not too deep, they both know the deal
(female voice)
“why mellow? why they call him mellow?”

next man on the a127
on the way to southend, to spray someone’s melon
two sticks in the car, too sad that’s two felons
clean hearts, just led wrong, they’re still nice fellas
i do it mellow, i’m like kwollem
so mellow, that i know sometimes i feel solemn
you can see that i’m east like dot cotton
cause i won’t lose my mind over jewels, i’m not gollum

[roachee]
verse 3

anytime the fed’s get rung, they don’t come
too terrified of the tugs
can’t come through with the idiot truncheon
round here it’s all 0 to 100
survival’s a must, man are moving ganja pills, white & b & other drugs
what can you do when the system’s f*cked ya
london’s kinda coming like bosnia
mandem tryna make it out the hood like drogba
but still selling goods in poplar
roll with the shank in case i ever drop something
the block’s buzzing, little toddlers running
years later they might have to go up*suh
i hope not, but the hoods so bruk down
ancestors hitting me up on the whatsapp
saying roach just make sure you get the job done
[…]

- kwollem

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