d.r.n.e bradford habits şarkı sözleri

Yo DRNE tings Playing the field and that See where I'm at What you saying I knew I'd have to jump back on a solo track F*ck knows See the levels and that And I got game I got bad bitch chilling off' name And I'm savage 'cause I got brain Just a madness going insane, whey And I got game I got bad bitch chilling off' name And I'm savage 'cause I got brain Just a madness going insane, whey And I got pain Int' arses Tryin' to pass blame For man's use of shanks To carve out waves Watch how I come with it mate Like I'm running insane And I'm running it ay Running it Ay You know I fucked it Late Standard procedure, still pays Am I a talker Walkers, Lays Gary Lineker gets paid to play Dave at this age Man's leaving traces Once I'm ont' podium, don't like third places Go out wi' boys, bare drinks, off our faces Not exactly come for gyal, but if one catches my eye F*ck it then, man likes chases Used to sprint, now I set paces For a sweet one, hmm, strawberry laces Platinum strands and tanned, Caucasian Game I got bad bitch chilling off' name And I'm savage 'cause I got brain Just a madness going insane, whey And I got game I got bad bitch chilling off' name And I'm savage 'cause I got brain Just a madness going insane, whey Yo London man about peng ting gyal I couldn't give a f*ck Gwon friend ting gyal I request you and it's pending gyal Then you message me and you're sending well I'm six man deep In a whip Bizzies chase and shit Man better dip In a bit In traffic Ont' way home Blaring Mobb Deep, stuck Look at brake lights, broke But I couldn't give a f*ck Listen G, I know it's off the book You sure I've not lost it now a "halfway crook," 'cause I seen some niggas, call them halfway cooks Rich parents on the side, they wanna part ways but They're not road, they're not street so they cut Go round wi' chest out and start on man who don't give fucks That's a madness Daft tragic, and what, forgot That they got dropped like a bad habit And that nigga flopped ont' dot gone like hat magic Never gonna pop, stop when they act radged Minted but the penny dropped like the lads' addy And they got dropped like a bad habit And that nigga flopped ont' dot gone like hat magic Never gonna pop, stop when they act radged Minted but the penny dropped like the lads' addy I'm a simple nigga wi' simple pleasures But dangerous times call for dangerous measures Not a dangerous guy but wi' dangerous leisures And that dangerous gyal next to cash that I treasure But poke don't compare to the music The way I use it wi' my tunes shit On a mad beat you know I do bits Bad man shit some dooby, make me cushty like Scooby Doo bitch I got a ting on my wrist So icy it comes with the mist Bottom of fist, desires though, bottom of list I got priorities bro now you getting the jist I got a big ting, little ting, a car wrote off I got mandem, gyal friends, a bird pure off The scale, she brags to her mates, man's leaving a trail They all want it, score like I'm Gareth Bale I got bad bitch chilling off my name And I'm savage 'cause I got brain Just a madness going insane Whey And I got game I got bad bitch chilling off my name And I'm savage 'cause I got brain Just a madness going insane, whey
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