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Main Road

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Main Road

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Main road, anywhere we see them

Any fuckin' where

Cameras ain't gon' do nothin'

Yo (gwappa baby)

Sideroad (sideroad)

High road (high road)

Back road (back road)

Main road (yeah)

Frontline where we bored up fuck

Hundred more places, I can say loads (yeah, yeah)

But estate's is the best place

No cameras, chef that up and bust case

Shout, luga vellz, the amni smells

We got 'em down, we got 'em down

Sideroad (sideroad)

High road (high road)

Back road (back road)

Main road (yeah)

Frontline where we borеd up fuck

Hundred more places, I can say loads (yеah, yeah)

But estate's is the best place

No cameras, chef that up and bust case

Shout, luga vellz, the amni smells

We got 'em down, we got 'em down

The feds had me livin' in fear (yeah)

The reason I ain't chinged somethin' in over a year (yeah, yeah)

Took a train from paddington, grub, had bare

I just seen two pussy'hole jakes tryna stare

Cheeks that grub, clutch that gear

They won't let man go if this shit goes pear (nope)

My circle small, just robbed us a square and we broke that package with care (yeah, yeah)

I can't relax in this condition (nope)

With all this flakin' hair (bling)

The butter I got come lookin' like shairon

Country the faster borough, I ain't swingin' no punch, I'm swingin' my spear (yeah, yeah)

Not revealin' my nank till I get up near (ayy, captain)

But he turned to a dasher, oh there?

I swing my splasher and ruin the clothes that you wear (ching, ching)

He came 'round wavin' his fryer in the air

We're beefin' chickens, that's right, I'll fill it (huh? Huh?)

It'll still get chingy right there

Load a 9, cheap gold didn't come from claire

Online cheat codes off of twenty, it's rare

I don't know who they think that they fuckin' scare (hahaha)

A shit mali run-up, his skin got tan up, that's why they hate this jareer (bap-bap)

Sideroad (sideroad)

High road (high road)

Back road (back road)

Main road (yeah)

Frontline where we bored up fuck

Hundred more places, I can say loads (yeah, yeah)

But estate's is the best place

No cameras, chef that up and bust case

Shout, luga vellz, the amni smells

We got 'em down, we got 'em down

Sideroad (sideroad)

High road (high road)

Back road (back road)

Main road (yeah)

Frontline where we bored up fuck

Hundred more places, I can say loads (yeah, yeah)

But estate's is the best place

No cameras, chef that up and bust case

Shout, "luga vellz, the amni smells"

We got 'em down, we got 'em down

Old school days, I was sellin' bare weed

Used to see two 20 " from a z

I put a 2 in the q with the Benz and the nina flakin', that's c63

I just shot 4 o's from that whip and blagged it (huh?)

I said it's tt (I lied)

And if I had me a 'ped in seg, no bev, but still man rid the cc (my bird)

Everyone puttin' their seats low, put it in eco

Hope them pussies won't pree us (get low, get low)

Gettin' up close, but they run when they see us

If we get bagged, then it's free us (free the guys)

E's tryna keep his pace, tryna stay focused when we hop out the ford (the dinger)

I was just with bro-bro, jojo, belmarsh, got a l plate 'cause he scored (my nigga)

Came out the way, ha's keep catchin' a m, you woulda thought it's a sport (have that)

I'm still smokin' [?] can't say his name, but you know it's a corpse

Call a half a box a fiat, 'cause it's 500, without the storks (yeah)

Bought a hundred 3-2 auto's 'cause, the shorts didn't fit in the scopes

Sideroad (sideroad)

High road (high road)

Back road (back road)

Main road (yeah)

Frontline where we bored up fuck

Hundred more places, I can say loads (yeah, yeah)

But estate's is the best place

No cameras, chef that up and bust case

Shout, luga vellz, the amni smells

We got 'em down, we got 'em down

Sideroad (sideroad)

High road (high road)

Back road (back road)

Main road (yeah)

Frontline where we bored up fuck

Hundred more places, I can say loads (yeah, yeah)

But estate's is the best place

No cameras, chef that up and bust case

Shout, luga vellz, the amni smells

We got 'em down, we got 'em down

Sideroad

High road

Back road

Main road

Frontline where we bored up fuck

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