Lyrics Nito NB – Lightwork Freestyle
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How can you give man verbal abuse, try come to the hood, had to buss that U
We didn’t get touched but still left juice, it wasn’t from us, it must’ve been you
How can you give man verbal abuse, try come to the hood, had to buss that U
We didn’t get touched but still left juice, it wasn’t from us, it must’ve been you
My Air Force 1s got creased brand new but I’m running from Jakes so it’s fuck these shoes
You left your mate, that ain’t your Bruce
That ain’t your bae, I beat that boo
How you try say man ain’t on it?
What you know about hopping on bonnets?
.32 on my waist, no jean size, cheeky finish I might just lob him
He said that he weren’t from here so we ducked him, thought that he weren’t being honest
And bro done a brilliant drill near enough got a kill but he still acts modest
Bringing in waps into council flats and testing them out in the forest
Successful one man I love this gun, old school like Fernando Torres
In the field this ain’t C.O.D, but I’ve seen man run, dolphin dive
They didn’t wanna feel this heat
Them man get head in the T, I break it in pebbles and slang in the streets
Tell broski hold all my profit, I need a new wap to come enter the beef
Skiddup, hi, click it, bye, do it like Boyz N The Hood
Man know I got olders shook, they know about man and the risks that I’ve took
Opp block, old tracky and boogz
A mask on my face give me gloves and I’m good
Two man, two spinners, no jooks
Unlimited sweets I keep that by the Bush
And how can you give man lip when you’re shaking arse for your friends, that’s vile
And please don’t be in denial
Triggz got left in a Tescos aisle
You shoulda kept your head in them books
And headshot come like Young Shooks
Man’s running with villains and crooks, jooks
You left your mate, that ain’t your Bruce
That ain’t your bae, I beat that boo
How you try say man ain’t on it?
What you know about hopping on bonnets?
.32 on my waist, no jean size, cheeky finish I might just lob him
He said that he weren’t from here so we ducked him, thought that he weren’t being honest
And bro done a brilliant drill near enough got a kill but he still acts modest
Bringing in waps into council flats and testing them out in the forest
Successful one man I love this gun, old school like Fernando Torres
In the field this ain’t C.O.D, but I’ve seen man run, dolphin dive
They didn’t wanna feel this heat
Them man get head in the T, I break it in pebbles and slang in the streets
Tell broski hold all my profit, I need a new wap to come enter the beef
Skiddup, hi, click it, bye, do it like Boyz N The Hood
Man know I got olders shook, they know about man and the risks that I’ve took
Opp block, old tracky and boogz
A mask on my face give me gloves and I’m good
Two man, two spinners, no jooks
Unlimited sweets I keep that by the Bush
And how can you give man lip when you’re shaking arse for your friends, that’s vile
And please don’t be in denial
Triggz got left in a Tescos aisle
You shoulda kept your head in them books
And headshot come like Young Shooks
Man’s running with villains and crooks, jooks
Banging finesse with no look
Fill up the tank with the mask on my face, hope they don’t clock who it is
Got a mash in the whip, a shank on my hip, so if I get caught then I’m pissed
The pigs want me up in the bin, not up in the bits, it’s turning me skits
My niggas still taking trips so if man slips, I guess that’s it
My niggas still taking trips
Fill up the tank with the mask on my face, hope they don’t clock who it is
Got a mash in the whip, a shank on my hip, so if I get caught then I’m pissed
The pigs want me up in the bin, not up in the bits, it’s turning me skits
My niggas still taking trips so if man slips, I guess that’s it
My niggas still taking trips
How can you give man verbal abuse, try come to the hood, had to buss that U
You didn’t get touched but still left juice, it wasn’t from us, it must’ve been you
