Miserable Hill

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Dimzy & AK (UK) - Rap, Drill

Miserable Hill

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[Intro] SRB separation confirmed Coming up on staging the burn out of these twin solid rocket boosters at two minutes, five seconds [Verse 1: AK] Barbie's can't get hit this tweak cah I don't know where their mouths have been (No) YG wanna make dasheen's, better learn and bank with vaseline (Bank) Too many man miskeen, stop tryna act bad, it's not meant to be I got hate for the C.I.D, got my Sixty G 'cause your I.E.P's (Fuckin' pigs) Big dot-dot when we was intruding Rock your block, lock off where you're cooling (Baow, baow, baow) These thots with us so I'm pick and choosing Tell her, "Suck my nuts", fuck smooching (Ayy, fuck that bitch) No if's or but's, I'm shooting If he's a opp, get turn like my new ting (Quick) Slick flick in your wig, no [?] Main road, just shaved it, couple [?] (Shing, shing) [Verse 2: Dimzy] I'm smoking gelato, biscotti and [?], when there's no more left, I like cookie Wookie, you're a little tramp in the hood b Pull up in the mystery van like I'm Scooby Doo (Skrrt) Big hand tings in the [?] We got diamonds on but we're ready to shoot Wapped up, skid around in the coupe Tryna put all of your friends in zoots In my house, when I turn my heat on The floor heats up, then I get my jeet on Nine outta ten, she's a sweet one Doggy style, get a leak on (Splash) We got so much opps and so much blocks, which one shall we squeeze on? Boom, baow, glee one, but I love my freedom [Verse 3: AK & Dimzy] 2/47, non-stop serving rocks, I don't know about sleeping (Nope) [?] the bando with pot, count all this prof and my armpits beefing (Belly) I got Peter and Hulk and Cleveland, cash in hand when a man's receiving (Hand to hand) Bare beg friends from the gang we're meeting Jeeting, you're getting deleted He's tryna talk but he stuttered and got cheffed, fucking rubbed Mug, lucky that you never turned runts like (Shh) Had three matching spinners, triplets, you can never tell me 'bout guns My man took shots in his chest, no Wray and Nephew Rum Play every postion (Street), where's the opposition? (Boom) [?] on a two-man misson Broad day drilling, go ask villain (Ask him, ask him) Had fifty shots and it looked like a AK (Brr), every day is payday Manna don't pull up and shoot with AK, bang, bang with spray Same way I'll rip that Beyblade, watch man dance, he'll do the nay-nay Lil' b, I just fuck and cut, no trust in a bitch, just suck my nuts (Suck) Shotgun on me on person, no way I'm putting that in a trunk Hella man turned into 33 and another one turned into 41 (Gelato) [Outro] SRB separation confirmed Coming up on staging the burn out of these twin solid rocket boosters at two minutes, five seconds

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Credits

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  • Dimzy
  • AK (UK)