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Welcome To The Party Freestyle

 

Welcome To The Party Freestyle


Yo
Shout out Tim
Music and Road, order that now
Free up gang
Ayy

I was dead brass, badding up cats
'Cah I got shotted by thirty P
Bad B give hat, 'cah I'm in Hats
And I just blew about 30 Gs
Finesse up the works then leave
That blade was black, now it's burgundy
Now I got blood on my Burberry
Crep, trackie and bally, I burnt all three

I was dead brass, badding up cats
'Cah I got shotted by thirty P
Bad B give hat, 'cah I'm in Hats
And I just blew about 30 Gs
Finesse up the works then leave
That blade was black, now it's burgundy
Now I got blood on my Burberry
Crep, trackie and bally, I burnt all three

I used to pray for a change
Until I had dirty knees
Fresh home and it made me a change
For the press I provide for them dirty fiends
Heard these opps want to murder me
Four long come wedge like Hercules
Done out this batch, come back proper
I ain't trying to burn two whips this week
Two opp blocks, both got taped
Gang done burnt two pricks that week
Feltham days, opps got weighed
Done it like a two and a blue of each
But then these strips ain't new to me
What you know about a Q on a, Q on a

10 on the M, straight to the town
That's everybody getting food for free
Halve a B, get it, stretch it
I don't really care about gluten free
Half that dots, metal, pebbles
Tryna turn man to a human tree
Wap get locked but my corn [?] ting
So I could have put a few in my Cuban link
Make sure the opps can't come 'round here
Like I ain't tryna let them see puberty

I was dead brass, badding up cats
'Cah I got shotted by thirty P
Bad B give hat, 'cah I'm in Hats
And I just blew about 30 Gs
Finesse up the works then leave
That blade was black, now it's burgundy
Now I got blood on my Burberry
Crep, trackie and bally, I burnt all three

I was dead brass, badding up cats
'Cah I got shotted by thirty P
Bad B give hat, 'cah I'm in Hats
And I just blew about 30 Gs
Finesse up the works then leave
That blade was black, now it's burgundy
Now I got blood on my Burberry
Crep I burnt all three

Yo, man can't tell me about blocker
How many times did I camp on the corner
And I didn't even like the yogurt
I spent six hundred pound on a shotgun
Go and make it sneeze like I don't like pollen
Cheap and cheerful
Opps can't come around here
No werewolf, who's got problems
Tryna drill nine to five on the option
AJ Gs, no boxing
Crack cocaine, I'm a play for this band I'm
Nigga I don't know about Foxtons
Yo
And four quid to last me all week
When I pulled that certi he wouldn't free up the pack
That's when I backed that tune and conked him

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