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lirik lagu ldn – maya jane coles & cha$ey jon£s

[verse 1]

that’s how we’re living life
set that packs equal stacks
when it’s dinner time i’m hungry for that cheddar like a rat
what’s how we live our life
set these racks upon racks
can’t come between my money because i covered all the cracks
that’s how we live our life
send this batch after batch
fourteen weeks up in the jungle straight cash no tax
yeah we’re living right
live your life not your snaps
take yourself out the picture before thе picture sends you back
we stay on our grind
wе got life to relax
tryna stay away from prats smoke an opp and then relax
said you’re out of time
we might, run him in the flats, then
bun him if he’s gassed, no, body light a match
this is f*ckin london
where the dungeons filled with rats
and the roads are filled with snakes
so we, double on waps
you’ll be, ducking out of flats
and be, jumping out of cabs
if we, see you driving by
yes foot floored on the gas (uh)
[chorus]

whip it f*cking quick
double clutch and press the gas
hit the f*cking coast
catch a boat and drive to damster
keeping a loco
live my life away from camps
hit the f*ckin plug for the cookies when i land (uh)

[refrain]

i got bored of the gas
talking batty f*cking bang
’til he rolls around in gangs (uh)
you talk more than a gal
you dont walk around with mammy
catch you slippin with your nan (uh)

[verse 2]

we might slip it round back
then, slip you in the van
take ya, way out to the trap
then, lock you in the yard
f*feed him like the can
he were, talkin f*ckin hard
no more, actin like the man
talk his f*ckin cheek
we talkin ’til it bangs
i, spit it ’til it bangs
making, money off of lyrics
making, money for my fam
making, money in reality
not, faking for the gram
gotta, keep your eyes open
keep ya, eyes on the plan
said the, price could be taking
ya n*ggas don’t understand
that the, price is inflated
can’t pull the price of a gram
there’s, no more debating
wrap money in rubber bands
trap cruddy in different vans
it’s funny this wasn’t planned
you n*ggas don’t understand
lets fugate the f*cking roads
stuck to the f*cking plan
trap like i’m f*cking sober
to stay away from the can
respect all of my olders
who taught us when we began
[chorus]
whip it f*cking quick
double clutch and press the gas
hit the f*cking coast
catch a boat and drive to damster
keeping a loco
live my life away from camps
hit the f*ckin plug for the cookies when i land (uh)

[chorus]

[verse 3]

we hatch a plan to catch a man (what)
we smash and grab to build a stash (uh)
we dont slash
n*gga, we ain’t flash
my trainers look f*cking rock up
my tracky looks f*cking frass
my head needs a f*cking trim
looking like f*cking trash
i don’t give a f*ck my brother
my pockets all filled with cash
rather go and treat my mother
than spend my money on cr*p
rather go and feed my father
than leave him looking for scr*ps
rather stay in with my baby
you know my baby got back
rather pay my workers wages
to know my workers won’t slack
coming on some boss behaviour
behaving yourself is wack
started from the f*cking papers
to penthouses in the flats
[refrain]

i got bored of the gas
talking batty f*cking bang
’til he rolls around in gangs (uh)
you talk more than a gal
you dont walk around with mammy
catch you slippin with your nan (uh)

- maya jane coles chaey jons

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