Wildest Dreams

Stars Align (with Drake)

Yeat + Autumn! - MEh (Remix) (prod. 2sided)

DAY DATE
#clavish #daydate #clavishdaydate #rapgameawful #ukrap #ukdrill #rap #drill #freestyle #flow #nodifference #4ofus #publicfigure #greece
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It wasn't me, I don't know the shit, fam
Me and Crash, you know the pressure
I used to be broke, remember?
Should I cop the Day Date or the Dweller?
.45, this is not a Beretta
Drop the roof, the pen', then the weather
Strokin' it slow, makin' her wetter
All of my hoes push P for pleasure
It wasn't me, I don't know the shit, fam
Me and Crash, you know the pressure
I used to be broke, remember?
Should I cop the Day Date or the Dweller?
.45, this is not a Beretta
Drop the roof, the pen', then the weather
Strokin' it slow, makin' her wetter
All of my hoes push P for pleasure

I hate on the ones, I hit from the shells, [?] girl, don't be silly
They say I ain't puttin' no work, the man there got more jokes than Chunkz and Filly
Two rambo knives, and three machines in the car, that's risky
Bro bro protectin' himself, protected too 'cause he got the thingy
If rap don't work, it ain't back to the drawin' board, it's back to servin'
WiFi on the plane, but she wanna argue, I told her, "I got no service"
I said I'll buy my mum a crib before I buy a bitch a bag
I'm guilty, 'cause if I'm in the wrong, I'm due to buy some shoes and purses
My nigga don't play for Chelsea, he's always with Reece James and Mason Mount
My come up was real, I used to get spots on my face from Jamie's couch
A nine of each, I'ma tag that down, pray feds don't run up in Jamie's house
I can do Day Dates now, told my youngin if it ain't a K, don't count
Told my Brentwood one, "Sit down," she got more attitude than Chloe Brockett
Mason just phoned me, said, "I'm in the charts again, but I'm not even bothered"
Remember, never had [?] fit in your hand, tell NB, "Bring out the shotty"
That could've been a GBH case, that was years ago, and I'm still not sorry
Interview room, not sayin'
Been a stubborn yute since [?]
Burn the jam, shit, now I gotta put blades in backs even though I'm famous
C-L-A-V, so she want a taste
Nah, I'm not takin' her out, I don't go on dates
Especially ones in the day, unless that's forty racks for the face

It wasn't me, I don't know the shit, fam
Me and Crash, you know the pressure
I used to be broke, remember?
Should I cop the Day Date or the Dweller?
.45, this is not a Beretta
Drop the roof, the pen', then the weather
Strokin' it slow, makin' her wetter
All of my hoes push P for pleasure
It wasn't me, I don't know the shit, fam
Me and Crash, you know the pressure
I used to be broke, remember?
Should I cop the Day Date or the Dweller?
.45, this is not a Beretta
Drop the roof, the pen', then the weather
Strokin' it slow, makin' her wetter
All of my hoes push P for pleasure

Day Date

100MPH FREESTYLE X3
#clavish  #100mphfreestylex3 #freestyle #100mph #clickofmyfingers #rap #ukrap #rapgameawful 
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Yo, I love my life, but I hate it at the same time
I lost my close friend, and I'm hurtin' 'cause it's not fair
If I was still shottin' where you shot, you couldn't shot there
Said she can't stand me, someone tell her cop chairs
And how much Dior runners I got that I do not wear
Colombia's down for the thirty, and he's not scared
His wrist works, been through more whips than Top Gear
A real one's hard to find, a bad bitch is not rare
You ain't hit your opp block, but you been hittin' your girl
My P-U-B's a quarter mill in the mail
I'll make it further than you, why? 'Cah I'm willin' to fail
Even if that means sittin' in jail
Oh well, I bought a car for my little sis', a Dinger for the gang
We cut ties with niggas that sing, but it's different where you hang
Went from Corsas to Corse, but it's different in the Lamb'
I try chest shot, he blocked it, so I chinged him in his hand
No, I don't see eye to eye with them silly little tramps
I'll probably still put my blacks on with a milli' in the bank
With a milli' on my wrist, and a million in cash
I'll sleep better when I hear turned into some ash
My manager says I'm stupid for still rollin' with a scram
I hate explainin' myself and I don't think he'll understand
Got, got the same day that he was trollin' on the 'Gram
Your violations get slept on, cah you're no one in your camp
I'm top two, and it's been that, lil' bro can't fight to save his life
But with his knife, they might give you a shit bag
Might give you a bad day or give your mum bad news
My hoodie cost a bag three, my runners cost a bag two
Pussy just chat static
Fuckin' on his BM, got her breathin' like she asthmatic
Leave him with a face scar, so you can see my shank damage
He ain't worth turnin' cabbage
I can make the yola vanish, bring it back, crack magic
Four pipe, my whip fartin', can't bring Dimma Hatton Garden
Last time we did, he try pop a chain disregardin'
Niggas tryna sign out early, but I'm in regardless
'Cause if I slip one time, that could be the darkest moment
Paid fifty for my watch, I'll pay more for his head back
All my hoes holdin' grudges, 'cause I ain't givin' head back
The same day you buy it, same day you gotta test that
I ain't lookin' after yours, cah I ain't tryna be a stepdad
Been a shiesty yout way before I ever had sex, ahk
If I give you back half, then I beg you just respect that
Beg you don't call my phone like Ciian, can't get the rest back
Before major comebacks, there's always minor setbacks
If you don't grind, I'll assume nothin's what you wanna be
Hoes see me on the menu, and say "Course, that's what I wanna eat
'Course that's what I wanna beat, " for me, she's a proper freak
Give me jaw and ride my dick properly
Apart from waps, I'm tryna invest into some property
And stay away from guys that think life's a game, Monopoly
One-hundred racks in jewels, you're basically the lottery
To bring my niggas on tour, they don't know what it's costin' me
Tell my AR, "Bring the woosh"
Them Rick Owen boots, the quickest way for her to shush
I already got the puss', a little pull, a little push
He started runnin' off, he only saw my bally and my hood
I got so much of it, my cousins think I've got a pattern with Celine
And that I'm lyin', when I say that I do no get it for free
You would think my watch is in jail, my AP's on the freeze

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