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Wdng Crshrs – Never Left Lyrics (feat. Filho)

[Intro: Quentin Miller]
Yeah… back… back
Hm-hm, yeah

[Chorus: Quentin Miller]
Back like I never left
Leave that wack shit up on the shelf
Goes for you and everyone else
Back like I never, never (yeah)
Back like I never, never
Checks on my sweater, wherever
Cars got the leather, yessir (yeah)
Back like I never

[Verse 1: Quentin Miller]
Yeah, boy how you get this lit?
How you turn rap lyrics to a grip?
That’s a lot of drip, don’t slip
Made somethin’ out of nothin’ then flip

[Verse 2: TheCoolisMac]
Yeah, yeah, tell me something, who the f**k do it better?
You doing your thing but it’s whatever (turn up in here)
Yeah, do it like Mac, get your rep up
She said when I swerve through she pap up
Get me mine, you know I push salt and pepper
Nike Air Max by Skepta (okay, let’s get it, yeah)
The boy been fly since Mecca (okay, you dig?)
Hey, I’m gone, can’t measure, yeah
Get on a Nick and go mental (okay)
I push the key like a rental (okay)
You see what pimpin’ get you?
I had to keep it centennial
Hit me and see what you into (okay)
Yeah, nothing major, I came to L.A but I brought Decatur

[Verse 3: Filho]
Shawty tried to swerve me, ended up crashing
Oh you looking dumb now, that is not a fashion
My new baby bad, thicker than her accent
All I hear is beep-beep-beep every time she backing
They gon’ try to steal the flow from me
Eeny, meeny, miny, moe money, graduated off of glow money
Nowadays I get to blow money, 1317 in L.A
How the f**k I’m from the beam but my team from the A (ayy)

410 – #410 Skengdo x AM x JaySlapIt – WDYM Lyrics

[Verse 1: Skengdo]
What on earth do you mean?
Aydee he already got splashed
Oboy’s a fucking a neek
The fucking cheek, I ain’t ever seen don in the field
But he wan’ talk about me
I heard it was you in the cab
Bussing red lights like twice in a week
Anything green get what?
Leave that to the Tottenham G’s
Sick and tired of the foolishness
Like why they keep running from me?
Baghdad, you ain’t gang can’t come round me
But I’m open to make this money
Wanna make bands come fuck with me
We might just blow in the music
But we might just smoke them neeks
The life that we live is risky
The Five’O wanna handle me
See me 6ft under
Or behind them bars it’s peak
You would think I’m Not3s with my lover
But my lover puts man to sleep
Shit then fuck this splash
Fuck this shit then splash your g’s
I’m 410 crashers bro
F block, or FB, 4T
Came with the most darg
But you never did come for me
Your shit didn’t bang
We came round with the big botty

[Verse 2: Jayslapit]
Feds chase, could of lost a new wap
But I know better than that
Late nights just doing up crash
I really don’t give a toss if you lack
Either way ain’t me getting stabbed
Still do road in my Nike Air Max
Big dot dot if a boy want chat
Or the three two spins, take off mans hat
Feds chase, could of lost a new wap
But I know better than that
Late nights just doing up crash
I really don’t give a toss if you lack
Either way ain’t me getting stabbed
Still do road in my Nike Air Max
Big dot dot if a boy want chat
Or the three two spins, take off mans hat
Bout’ bootings, who have you shot?
Just got hold of a new pretty dots
That’s plenty of corn for them opps
Their block protected by cops
Still get round broad day no toss
Who got smoked in Prince and who got cheffed at twins?
Let me not talk about tips
Like how many been smashed in?
Your olders hide in whips
Running red lights where’s all them sticks?
KuKu what?
Ay Loose dun ran with his bitch
[?], nuttin got hit
Aim on fleek
Aim on fleek so I can’t miss

[Verse 3: AM]
True I got [?] like Marcus
Ice on my T like Lipton
See the pack come way too risky
Same colour as Homer Simpson
Or two 25 it’s 50
Big bro crash corn at a distance
See the odds like 40/60
It was two two corn so he missed him (Damn)
Oboy’s broke and he ain’t on piss
So he says my name tryna gain some bread
You don’t wanna spend some nights in the trap
That’s the third place Aydee got cheffed
Girls in the gym tryna gain some strength
Niggas just dashed so he shoulda done legs
Ya dumb bitch, are you not tryna gain some bread?
If you know Tin then you must know Rat
Then you must know Skeng, then you must know me
If you know me, then you know GD
Then you must know [?] then you must know T, S
Slickz and you must know OD
Arms and you must know BT
Rendz and Y.AM
I was with KKrash, how about that
Hammer on deck
Who’s carrying shanks?
Bally on my face, like I’m running in banks
So I [?] to the cats, they don’t know about frank
Brixton Baghdad Bully
Finna walk around in a hoodie
Finna phone GD, whats goodie?
Finna get food in Wooly
Food for the cats thats I am
If AM, who I am
Back my shank cause I am sick of the opps them lying
Sick of the opps them lying

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AJ Tracey – Pasta

[Hook]
Girls going wild in the water (wild)
Girls going wild in the water (splash)
Made a couple halves from a quarter (chef it)
Tryna turn a kid into a baller (swish)
Cooking up a jawn like pasta (cook it)
Cooking up a jawn like pasta (cook it)
All these broke niggas need a BAFTA (BAFTA)
You ain’t in the field, you’re an actor (nah)
Girls going wild in the water (wild)
Girls going wild in the water (splash)
Made a couple halves from a quarter (swish)
Tryna turn a kid into a baller (balling)
Cooking up a jawn like pasta (chef it)
Cooking up a jawn like pasta (chef it)
All these broke niggas need a BAFTA (BAFTA)
You ain’t in the field, you’re an actor (nah)

[Verse 1]
In and out of flats for the floos (guala)
You ain’t with the dogs, you’re a puss (meow)
Tell ’em "domme jongens in je stad" (ayy)
My Dutch bruddas bun ’em like kush, ayy
Who can kick the riddim like man? (who?)
Rich, living lavish, that’s the plan (by 25)
Jakes see me winning, they’re vexed (they’re vexed)
They just want a brudda in the can, nope
You ain’t cool if you ain’t in a gang (gang)
Hours and them hours like Stan (up there)
Always got my hood up like Kenny (got my hood)
No killing me, though, I’m the man (you can try)
Fader said I’m doing up shows (that’s real, you know)
Complex said I’m gonna blow (Complex)
The papers said that you should come and watch man (Guardian)
My mama said to leave my bro alone (haha)
Still up in the manor, that’s Grove (West 10)
Cruising through the music, I drove (skrrr)
White up in the tees like Hov (skrrr skrrr)
All my niggas whip it on the stove (whip)
No one ever helped in my zone (no one)
Bro, I had to do it on my own (on my ones)
Old girls didn’t wanna fuck me, now
I don’t even fuck them and they still moan (they’re moaning)
Hit a bitch once, then I skate (I’m gone)
Never let a Jezebel stay (never)
Drunk, seeing life through my Ray-Bans
I don’t even sleep till the day (I’m out here)
Tell a model bitch come play (come)
Give a couple beats like Dre (boo-boof)
Wetting up the pussy like clay, ayy
Now she’s tryna call a nigga bae

[Verse 2]
Every time I step up in the place (hey)
Girls all tryna get up in my face (wah?)
"Oh my god, it’s AJ Trace (oh my god)
Baby boy, I wanna be your mate" (hey)
No, bitch, man are on the chase (on the chase)
Chase for the guala and the papes (bread)
Bro fresh home from a case (yeah)
Let him hold a badders called Stace (hit that)
I just wanna make bare dough (leave me alone)
Beg you give a young nigga space (OK), ayy
Cooking up a jawn, get a plate (plate)
Eating, I ain’t even saying grace (my bad)
Henney going straight to my face (to my face)
Spilling liquor when I’m onstage (splash, splash)
Probably spilt the liquor on Paige (probably), ayy
Probably spilt the liquor on Paige (probably)
Alex to my pals, I’m Age (I’m Age)
Feds have got my bruddas in the cage (free ’em)
Couple opps out here all brave (OK), yeah?
I’mma slide with the MAC on rage
Gat long like a twelve gauge (nah)
Catch a corn or you’re gonna catch a shave (dip, dip)
Get a nigga down for the brodies (bros)
Get a nigga down in the grave (ahh)
Nike Air Max on my coat (on my coat)
Masked up when I do the roads (skrrr skrrr)
Girls can’t stay up in my hotel (nope)
Give a couple rounds, then I’m gonna ghost (I’m gone)
For the game, I’m tryna get the codes (them codes)
You’re broke but you wanna talk loads (you chatty)
When I see these guys, they’re running, running
Jumping over fences like a toad