Lyrics CGM – What’s All The Gossip?

I’m like what’s all the gossip, them man all chatty like girls, see him ten toes like sonic
Trap line doing up metro, everyday man see booming profits
Work my wrist, work my wrist til I feel my fingers them numbing
Ride out time, step with bro and trust we looking all gothic

Like what’s all the gossip? What’s all the banter?
The ting gon fizz like coke and leave man red like santa
Dem man don’t want smoke cah smoking kills like cancer
And I been on trips on trips on trips, that’s bare mileage in the astra
And you don’t wanna see Loose1 in the cup, with 2 shanked up, try run like forest got tripped up, now your broski’s fucked
That’s bare shanks into your chest and up, he’s got
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I remember that day I nearly got shaved, and I won’t lie fam I ducked
But I came back on stuff, good with things and stuff
The boy got chinged, the blade slipped in, I had to leave man cut
Now it’s back to the trap, no time for a yap, brothers spend bands on a wap
I was ten toes on the concrete flats you was indoors trying to have a bash

I’m like what’s all the gossip, them man all chatty like girls, see him ten toes like sonic
Trap line doing up metro, everyday man see booming profits
Work my wrist, work my wrist til I feel my fingers them numbing
Ride out time, step with bro and trust we looking all gothic
Little
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one tings my off spring and yeah she be doing up ostrich

Stepped in the room with a wap, same size as kim kardash
Tell an opp boy try me now, kick an 02 in his back
These bells come long and red, definitely take off hats
No round of applause, but I know say my ting claps
When I back that brukky, you better start moving properly
Skengs on ends, bally’d up no meds, ding dong whizz and we do it on peds
Crash that corn at you and your friends, try rob me must think I’m a
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When I come back, see man legging, running scared over them fences
I was raised up in those trenches, girl know we sick and demented
Catch a body know that I meant it, feds pull up I answer no questions
No comments til the death, man put 2 in your head

I’m like what’s all the gossip, them man all chatty like girls, see him ten toes like sonic
Trap line doing up metro, everyday man see booming profits
Work my wrist, work my wrist til I feel my fingers them numbing
Ride out time, step with bro and trust we looking all gothic
Little
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one tings my off spring and yeah she be doing up ostrich
Opps wanna try me it’s nothing, just know say bro bros got it
Man kuff and kwef they run and sweat, don’t duck get turn to coffin