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RIVALS FEAT. HEADIE ONE 
#bandokay #headieone #rivals #bandokayrivals #bando #mark #ukrap #ukdrill #rap
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Heard she want a shooter Ite cool
Ima put u on the gram go viral
I’m in yard hand gun or a riffle
Everything dead if I say it’s my call
Bands jump out the ride or cycle
Watch Marnz beat it like Michael
44 long nose bine full
Just for the rivals
On the Paris by the Eiffel
VERSE 1 [Bandokay]
Catch corn if you run with the oppers
38 send him right to the doctors
I’m with nets by P shop let the glee pop we don’t like imposters
Yo they got bradz in the can like fosters
Broadwater farm that’s gorillas and monsters
Killers and shotters
I like the noise from the dots
But the spinners a knockers
Yo jump out jump in keep ducking feds
They all know how to use their fucking legs
Shawty she’s a mad gyal ima mad man all she wants is fucking sex
I’m in libs just spent 5 jibz I’m done for the night let’s give it a fucking rest
Fuck opps fuck cops yeah fuck the feds
Fuck _ and fuck the rest
Me and akz that’s trouble trouble
Me and X in tape that’s a double bubble
No insta baddie can cuddle cuddle
Sorry to burst you’re bubble bubble
I’m on the line wet man puddle puddle
Quiz it out no puzzle puzzle
Dig him up dig him up shovel shovel
I ain’t beefing with Russ whose Russel Russel
PRE-CHORUS
Yo wet him up jook him up stab him up
Hold him there get his face grab him up wack him up
Took blood okay get it back back you’re blood
Back out the 32 man down slap him up
44 45 38 32
3 Corn in the Woosh skid round beat 2
Creep through 9 double M gonna teach you
Fly out the back seat and BUY BUY!
CHORUS
Heard she want a shooter Ite cool
Ima put u on the gram go viral
I’m in yard hand gun or a riffle
Everything dead if I say it’s my call
Bands jump out the ride or cycle
Watch Marnz beat it like Michael
44 long nose bine full
Just for the rivals
On the Paris by the Eiffel
Heard she want a shooter Ite cool
Ima put u on the gram go viral
I’m in yard hand gun or a riffle
Everything dead if I say it’s my call
Bands jump out the ride or cycle
Watch Marnz beat it like Michael
44 long nose bine full
Just for the rivals
On the Paris by the Eiffel
VERSE 2 [Headie One]
(One)
It’s vital, gotta be mindful
Is this fuckery, something you’ll die for
Out till late, better open your eyeballs
Demons outside, looking for rivals
You’ll see a laser
Then get followed by 10 on a bike
I’m like the disciples
Ask yourself, what you really outside for
Can’t be Spotify, Apple and Tidal
We was doing opp block, on a bi-cycle
Too marked X5’s
But they ain’t tribal
You’ll see the opp boys try dip them
Try do them like, kasim and drybone
(and again, and again)
Induction, we was insightful
Sweat box, coming like a ur-inal
Ask God for forgiveness,
Had to lie wid my hand on that Bible
Coy back it was 3 on 3’s on the sidewalk
Done too many cold nights on a bando
Swear me and james had to bond no skyfall
2 fours, had my brolley on like broski (broski)
I was trying to scratch something like vinyls
To start off my glide from lido
PRE-CHORUS
Yo wet him up jook him up stab him up
Hold him there get his face grab him up wack him up
Took blood okay get it back back you’re blood
Back out the 32 man down slap him up
44 45 38 32
3 Corn in the Woosh skid round beat 2
Creep through 9 double M gonna teach you
Fly out the back seat and BUY BUY!
CHORUS
Heard she want a shooter Ite cool
Ima put u on the gram go viral
I’m in yard hand gun or a riffle
Everything dead if I say it’s my call
Bands jump out the ride or cycle
Watch Marnz beat it like Michael
44 long nose bine full
Just for the rivals
On the Paris by the Eiffel

Rivals

2man Step

CLICK OF MY FINGERS
#clavish #clickofmyfingers #rap #ukrap #rapgameawful #100mph #freestyle
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[Intro]
(JJ, what you tellin' me, fam?)
(Ayy, Minxy, you goated)
Yo

[Verse 1]
**** suckin' my dick, but doin' it wrong, now I gotta sue that
She says she don't want me no more, that's calm, it's nothin' to get me the new lap
I was makin' a Snap', Crash chattin' 'bout wettings, now I gotta mute that
And I robbed Mar Mar, but that's nothin' new, I been robbin' guys since I was a yout' man
I just got a drop, I'm not gonna ask if you're comin' or not
I fly girls that's not where I'm from, I hit from behind and she cummin' on top
Phone my phone if they're coppin' a rock
I weren't upset not winnin' a MoBo, I've won bigger awards like top goal-scorer for the block
Huh, handwritin' printed, the windows tinted
Revolver new, but the shotgun vintage, unlimitеd linkage
If I end up doin' a drill in my Dior coat, I'm not gonna bin this
I've orchеstrated drills just with the click of my fingers
Now she slippin' her knickers
Her lips were made for suckin', natural pattern, ain't got any fillers
Back then, used to risk it, two feet, ten toes, never had any dinners
And step with the kitchen, that was mummy's, never had any spinners
Drippin', my winter coat's gonna cost you two to do up the zippers
When bro got nicked for the M, I weren't involved and still got the shivers
No matter the time or weather, crackheads know I'll get it delivered
She grew up in a good home, I don't know why her type's drug dealers and drillers
[Chorus]
The pack just came in, but I'ma get that gone by the click of my fingers
Whatever they offer, I make them times it twice by the click of my fingers
A baby nine, three-two'll spin, get pressed by the click of my fingers
I'm not in her good books, still drop to her knees by the click of my fingers
The pack just came in, but I'ma get that gone by the click of my fingers
Whatever they offer, I make them times it twice by the click of my fingers
A baby nine, three-two'll spin, get pressed by the click of my fingers
I'm not in her good books, still drop to her knees by the click of my fingers

[Verse 2]
Don't you hate when the mash starts clickin'?
Heard **** the baddest boy on the block, bet me and bro turn that victim
Oh, you think 'cause I'm rappin' I won't put on my black 'cause I'm turnin' twisted?
Oh, you think that I'm cappin'? What happened when I caught **** slippin'?
Cut ties if I hear one of my ones snitchin'
I know big homes' intentions pitchin'
Not on a bench, I'm where the pitch is
Or I'm inside of one of them man's bitches
Probably those Golden Boys, still up to mischief
Told her, "Don't tell your friends you're holdin' a mash for me, that's none of their business"

[Chorus]
The pack just came in, but I'ma get that gone by the click of my fingers
Whatever they offer, I make them times it twice by the click of my fingers
A baby nine, three-two'll spin, get pressed by the click of my fingers
I'm not in her good books, still drop to her knees by the click of my fingers
The pack just came in, but I'ma get that gone by the click of my fingers
Whatever they offer, I make them times it twice by the click of my fingers
A baby nine, three-two'll spin, get pressed by the click of my fingers
I'm not in her good books, still drop to her knees by the click of my fingers

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