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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Headie One
Headie One
Performer
Pajel
Pajel
Performer
Dezzie
Dezzie
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Headie One
Headie One
Composer
Pajel
Pajel
Lyrics
Dezzie
Dezzie
Composer
Easthunt
Easthunt
Composer
N64
N64
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
M1
M1
Producer
Sérénic Soulier
Sérénic Soulier
Engineer
Charlie Rolfe
Charlie Rolfe
Engineer
Pzy
Pzy
Engineer
Josh Beatz
Josh Beatz
Mixing Engineer
Easthunt
Easthunt
Producer
Jay Reynolds
Jay Reynolds
Mastering Engineer
N64
N64
Producer

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
(M1OnTheBeat)
(Ayo, 64)
(Easthunt)
[Verse 2]
Viel zu viele Sünden, hab nie nachgedacht
Alles, was wir machen, selber beigebracht
Viel zu viele Brüder sitzen Jahre ab
Also wunder dich niemals, wenn ich 'ne Knarre hab
Brüder sitzen Jahre ab
Und trotzdem machen wir noch Shit
Denke an die alten Zeiten nach
Doch bereuen tun wir es nicht
Viel zu viele Brüder schauen Gitter an
Ja, sie feelin' on my place, feelin' on my place
[Verse 3]
You ever had a smoke in the ride
Next, five's tryna tailgate
I'm with bro, skrrr in that bruck 2012 plate
I could really end up on the 'Ville with a cellmate
I'm gettin' to the bag, they'll see
I think my old ting pissed that I blew, Chelsea (Made in Chelsea)
Then shit hit the fan, then all I could see was myself
I feel like a selfie (I feel like a selfie)
I gave my lawyer a fifty and pray he gon' bail me
I celebrate 'cause I'm young, handsome and wealthy
Dom Pérignon, don't bring me no LP
Can't even see this bad B through the LV (Yo, I'm frass)
I come up from Scottish glens (Turn)
Hertfordshire police come and jailed me (One)
I had this crack fiend, she was a spice girl
Said she tried Mel B and Mel C
[Verse 4]
Viel zu viele Sünden, hab nie nachgedacht
Alles, was wir machen, selber beigebracht
Viel zu viele Brüder sitzen Jahre ab
Also wunder dich niemals, wenn ich 'ne Knarre hab
Brüder sitzen Jahre ab
Und trotzdem machen wir noch Shit
Denke an die alten Zeiten nach
Doch bereuen tun wir es nicht
Viel zu viele Brüder schauen Gitter an
Ja, sie feelin' on my place, feelin' on my place
[Verse 5]
Yo, every day I pray hard
Let me say some grace
Cah I could've got a bird at the end of my case
I used to keep grub in my marjay's base
Got boomed, feds still couldn't find no trace
Tottenham, I grew up in the wickedest place
Gang done it three times, know we're sick of his face
If I walk with a link, just know it's not safe
OFB, we got bullets to waste
They like D2B, how real am I?
Touch Bug, then I'm ridin' till I die
Spun three blocks in a day, how could I lie?
I see broski cock it back and drill a guy
Ain't up top like Cavani
You would've thought D2 already for Uruguay
He ain't felt that thrill in his life
But he's rappin' on drill and his knife comes super dry (Jokeman)
[Verse 6]
(Ayo, 64)
(Easthunt)
Written by: Dezzie, Easthunt, Headie One, N64, Pajel
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