No Face

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Loose1 - Rap, UK Rap

No Face

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[Intro] No face, man I do it on ped Big Rambo to the bottom of my leg Ching my man and he just bled Face shot gang or he get it in his head [Verse] No face, man I do it on ped Big Rambo to the bottom of my leg Ching my man and he just bled Face shot gang or he get it in his head Outside steppin' while you was in bed Fell in love for the bands Got my feet dem red Dotty come dirty and rusty Must of came out from the farmers shed 5 bills for the dots cos it came with led We was out there tryna get man dead Bro bro with thе smoke got grabbed by a fed This shush shoulda whooshеd, that's an instant M Drillings on drillings, that's smoke for them They ain't got figures, they're broke, they're gems It's a war zone, like free up my friends Everybody want war, we the realest in West We the realest in West How did it feel?, blood spilling from chest Caught my man, blood spillage again I wan' see mans bone, I ain't feeling it feds Put drugs in the trap, no drugs then let's get it Pack of Amm', put that on the ends Them boy write statements, pattern your friends Pattern your friends Flip out the shank, I ain't battering men [?] cah I pattern the gems Real first, think later, no pen up to paper Dem boy there write statements Bro got to dip, dip, no Jason We don't fuck around with no bacon Mad thoughts in my head, mad thoughts in my head Got me demon dancing with Satan, like Like, I beef bare nerds And all now I ain't been touched And all now I ain't been hurt We the ones who mash work, what? We the ones who do dirt 15 inch when I step Leave holes in tops, bare blood on shirts Skrr up on the 12 No 'morse, tryna ching old friends Like one or two of my bros 'Til I started beefing their ends, they're gems Man know I don't lack on streets Like one or two times I slipped, it's peak But the pussy never made me leak Nerds them man some neeks, right Write a bro like I'm [?] You was wrapped up in them sheets I was out tryna see them P's No cooker, you can hold heat Live corn off all of your G's We make P's off light and B Call up JDF for them trees Me and JSav eat beef Me and JSav get busy Westfield, whack him up now he's dizzy, or Ask me jump off that wizzy Legs up, my man was all dippy

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  • Loose1