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Why get money on your own When you can get money with your team And get rich together, you know It's the head nigga in charge It's my third year And I am the talk in these streets We're the real talk in these streets We put London on the map I don't roll with no police Rather roll around with my strap Any nigga snitching in my ends haffi leave And can't come back And all my niggas, and all my niggas And all my niggas know dat In the summertime when the sun ah shine And all my gyaldem look hot Got a down bitch, if she's down with it Might grow some weed in her flat Gal tell me seh she loves me And I tell them I love them back And all my galdem, and all my galdem And all my galdem know dat Nothing worse than a drought, there's nothing about And you're selling them Z's, 800 an ounce SongtexteNiggas like me hear that (click, clack) Run in your house Since my niggas run up for real You, just run up your mouth. Stop it I need a half a box And get the next half on consignment (what you mean?) Ima pay for half And get the next half on consignment (like seen) Slide six months and I know dem man deh can't find me They won't let me blow So while I'm on the roads I stay grimey (stay grinding) Finesse that nigga Ain't nobody gonna stress me out Somebody gonna stress that nigga Cause when we left that nigga Half a brick dun left that nigga But they've been getting money for a long time That's just a little setback nigga We're the real talk in these streets We put London on the map I don't roll with no police Rather roll around with my strap Any nigga snitching in my ends haffi leave And can't come back And all my niggas, and all my niggas And all my niggas know dat In the summertime when the sun ah shine And all my gyaldem look hot Got a down bitch, if she's down with it Might grow some weed in her flat Gal tell me seh she loves me And I tell them I love them back And all my galdem, and all my galdem And all my galdem know dat Snap Capone the black Mussolini Got crack in the bottle nigga no genie 357 when man's stepping Remix the brick then ima sell it I'm counting up this money thinking 'fuck the plug' I run up with a brick of buj a nine of dubs Vivienne Westwood everything My West ting ten out of ten, Afghan heroin I stay looking fly in the name of drugs Niggas talking beef, but we know they're soft Finesse that strap, disarm that nigga I've got brick on con, and I ain't gon pay that nigga Snap Capone from that Southside Niggas die when we ride Hollow tips in that G9 I'm on that Eastside of that London Fields nigga, shit's real nigga Skrrr skrrr in that Porsche nigga Headshot blood spill nigga Got a bad b popping pills nigga We're the real talk in these streets We put London on the map I don't roll with no police Rather roll around with my strap Any nigga snitching in my ends haffi leave And can't come back And all my niggas, and all my niggas And all my niggas know dat In the summertime when the sun ah shine And all my gyaldem look hot Got a down bitch, if she's down with it Might grow some weed in her flat Gal tell me seh she loves me And I tell them I love them back And all my galdem, and all my galdem And all my galdem know dat Aus Songtexte Mania