Take A Left

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SJ - Rap, In English

Take A Left

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[Intro: SJ] (Yo, 3lack, what the hell, man?) Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh, whoosh (JJ, what you tellin' me, fam?) Woyoi, woyoi, woyoi, woyoi [Chorus: SJ] Take the left right there, press the brake with your right foot, I see an opp and he's walkin' to Costa Rise up the burner, lost composure Hopped out, me and my soldier The baby's spittin', it turned to a choker It's calm cah I still got the largest poker Donny is runnin', he's quick, I'm quicker Adrenaline kicks and I'm off like a motor [Verse 1: SJ] The shit that I've done, a man see in a dream They rap 'bout G17's with a laser beam and their CV's spankin' clean Pussy, what the fuck do you mean? I lеt off my lightnin', go ask McQueen Two times, Boogie, Bando ran down Shareem Three times, couplе bronem chinged up a neek Four times, Lil Slim got locked by police Fifth time and end up in jail, no release Now I tour on a sweatbox I got my singles, these are not dreadlocks I had the Feltham guv's in a headlock I had Miss Palmer makin' my bed rock Rather Miss A cah she done give the best slop I got my flick shank clipped to my boxers One wrong move and we spin like a **** Headshot, neck shot, might get a leg too Go on then run but that won't be your best move Test who? Test me? Watch when I test you I got the fuck off force in the restroom I had this fuck off four in her bedroom I had this fuck off sword, no legroom All of the drills that I done was amazin' Why you think **** puts me in his dead tune? I don't need ten man to go step over there Me and bro, two step over there One hand in the air just gave him a shave Now he looks like the new fresh prince of Bel-Air Did him up with flair It ain't fair Why you think that we always point up in the air? Is my man there? Or there? Fuck it, he still doesn't get his career [Verse 2: Mazza_l20] Tell a rat that action's louder than vocals Gotta watch what I'm puttin' on socials Post that drill then I'm makin' it global We made an opp block look like Chernobyl Tell that opps that I got a proposal Add up your losses and tell me the total None of us dead yet, they was disposal He got shot, left slugs in his headrest, exit wound look like an oval Done that drill, took a trip to the coastal Out in the wild with the cats, Ben Fogle I got locked like send me a postal I'm on soc' but I'm antisocial I was in Feltham, you get G checked if you're not from local I was in Swinfen, **** got slashed Woodhill but I still got packs Then I went Aylesbury, chillin' with Max You can ask S how the guv got wrapped Been on tour, I'm givin' them facts **** got wigged on sight with the slack I'm hearin' voices, I think that I'm tapped And they're tellin' me, "Mazza, attack" Let me see them papers, I think he's a rat [Chorus: SJ] Take the left right there, press the brake with your right foot, I see an opp and he's walkin' to Costa Rise up the burner, lost composure Hopped out, me and my soldier The baby's spittin', it turned to a choker It's calm cah I still got the largest poker Donny is runnin', he's quick, I'm quicker Adrenaline kicks and I'm off like a motor

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  • SJ
  • Mazza_l20