NHF (No Hard Feelings)

Swing

TOO MANY LIES (FEATURING LD)
#bandokay #bandokayfeatld #ld #toomanylies #bandokaytoomanylies #bando #drill #ukrap #ukdrill #newrap #hiphop

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Bands sT
(Senseii) brrap
Brix' (I'm-I'm about to get real
Disrespectful in this motherf-) tN, T1
Boy, mh hmm, brr
(All of that, all of that, all of that
All of that)
I'm like, "You know the vibes"
LD's back, they ain't comin' outside
(You know)
You ain't had beef then gripped on a burger
And stepped outside with twenty-five fries
(Grr)
I slapped me a rapper, he ran to the feds
Now he's outside rappin' 'bout
Too much pride (Uh, huh)
He lied, he lied
Turnin' them off? We tried, we tried
Yo, I'm like, "How many man got fried?"
(How many?)
T1's on the wing, just got done the opp
Done it so disguised (That's right)
My young G's puttin' in work with his borer
Causin' trauma, I was so surprised (Ayy)
Slim got four for the price of one
Tell your friends
"Slide back" 'cah it's over time
Uh uh, uh uh keep your ass on the streets
You'll get over bine (Bine)
Two dot dots, side by side (Mh hmm)
Over and under and side by side (Side)
They try run, but they never got far
So they both got boy side by side
Ten years, I been lettin' them know
How we bully this beef, not once did I lie
(All of that, all of that, all of that)
Get bagged, I denied
I just throw them racks and
It's hammers they rise (They rise)
That's more than a figure of speech
Try light up his skin like
I hit it with bleach (Boy)
One hand on the wap, one hand on the wheel
Little bro said he still tryna do it like me
(Skrrt, skrrt, boy)
They all know what I do on these streets
I mash up the roads then I mash up the beats
(Mh hmm) broski jeet down my man's girl
Now she wanna dance with the OSGs
(All of that, all of that, all of that)
She wanna dance with the drillers
Her bredrin's packed and she
Slept with the killers (Stretch)
Kway back, I put one in the headie
Before rap, I been that nigga (Ayy)
I can tell you 'bout war in the W
Me and M went there with matchin' spinners
(Mh hmm) three man downs, one-forty banged
(Boy, boy, boy, boy, boy)
I'm like, "You know the vibes"
LD's back, they ain't comin' outside
(You know)
You ain't had beef then gripped on a burger
And stepped outside with twenty-five fries
(Grr)
I slapped me a rapper, he ran to the feds
Now he's outside rappin' 'bout
Too much pride (Uh, huh)
He lied, he lied
Turnin' them off? We tried, we tried
Yo, I'm like, "How many man got fried?"
(How many?)
T1's on the wing, just got done the opp
Done it so disguised (That's right)
My young G's puttin' in work with his borer
Causin' trauma, I was so surprised (Ayy)
Slim got four for the price of one
Tell your friends
"Slide back" 'cah it's over time
Uh uh, uh uh keep your ass on the streets
You'll get over bine (Bands)
The ting jams up, just cock it back (Glee)
Opps shoot first, tell bro-bro
"Knock it back" (Boy, boy)
I know you're not like that, just stop it
Akh (Stop it)
Tell my lil bro
"Shoot him and lock it back"
(Ayy, lock it)
Jummer rocket that, PR pocket that
Bro caught him, whipped him, and shot him bad
(They know) sJ's ten plus, they got him mad
(Ayy, free him)
Boogz went outside and dropped a man (Ayy)
Yo, swing my knife in your
Face and rip it through
If your friend backs it, I'll give him two
(Ying that) we turn up the streets
We kill all my peoples in the mood (Boy)
Tie him up, fry him up, fly in the boot
One hot clip, hot bells fly into you
(Bine, bine)
They ain't on shit, Bando, I been the truth
Nigga, stop cappin' all in the booth (Bine)
Yo, we drop people, they say my block's evil
(Haha)
Ding dongs, petrol should've been diesel
Fill it up
(Fill it up) , lean out, crime scene lethal
When the opps all die, I can live peaceful
We can never be cool, hell no (Nah)
I'm makin' it rain, hailstones (yeah)
I do it for all of my jail bros
You know the vibes
Can't wait till Vellz home
I'm like, "You know the vibes"
LD's back, they ain't comin' outside
(You know)

Too Many Lies

Dutchavelli - Chit Chat

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

Dutchavelli - Chit Chat

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