paroles de chanson Flick of the Wrist - C1
When
I
say
free,
y'all
say
SJ
Free
(SJ)
Ayy,
spin
that
Went
shopping,
flick
shank
in
my
pocket
Would've
brought
a
big
ting
but
there's
nowhere
to
lock
it
(y'know)
My
young
boy
said
the
ting
kept
jammin'
Looked
at
big
bro,
should've
kept
on
cockin'
(cock
it
back)
In
this
yardie
dance,
who's
my
man
preein'
my
ting
Asked
bro,
should
I
knock
him?
(Ayy)
You
ever
heard
knock,
knock
on
the
door?
Nobody
don't
move
and
they
keep
on
knockin'
Bro
got
an
angle
on
my
man
Said
it's
percy
so
I
should
not
stop
him
(I
won't)
You
ever
circled
the
opp
block
for
one
individual
Prayin'
to
bro
that
you
spot
him
(where
you
at?)
And
do
two
malis,
he's
over
tapped
Wind
down
the
back
window
and
shot
him
(bow,
bow)
Me
and
bro
like
Batman
and
Robin
Back
in
the
day,
used
to
bat
man
and
rob
him
(ayy)
Flick
of
the
wrist
when
I
swing
this
borer
(swing)
Tryna
rip
man's
corе
up
Real
definition
of
slaughter,
spin
that
Corsa
Pull
up
with
bro,
no
Warnеr
Chop
that
dots
so
it's
shorter
Shush
got
bored
up,
wet
like
water,
civilians
saw
us
Rude,
rude,
rude,
no
cap,
that's
out
of
order
That
gyal
is
bruckin'
it,
yeah,
she's
lovin'
it
Beat
and
bounce,
no
cuddlin'
Just
gave
her
D
now
she
stutterin'
Pull
up
with
corn
and
we
gon'
slap
some
of
it
Bro
popped
one
at
him,
hop
for
covering
Bare
man
stumblin',
them
man
are
sufferin'
If
you
was
wonderin',
he's
outside
wanderin'
The
first
time
I
stepped
out,
man
fell
in
love
with
it
My
akhi's
out
broad-day
blastin'
Tell
him,
"Cool
down
when
you
should
be
fastin'"
Gyal
know
who
I
am,
why
you
askin'?
Why
dem
convo?
Slow
down,
you're
jarrin'
(slow
down)
And
bro
was
trapped
in
the
ends,
get
clartin'
Now
he's
at
home
rechargin'
(ayy)
And
gyal
like
shy
oh
my,
just
give
it
to
Sav
and
bro
get
past
him
(yo)
BandoKay,
I'm
boss
on
my
block
so
should
I
say
Nizzy
or
Farm
Blocks?
Make
cells
ring
like
alarm
clocks
High
road,
what
road?
Broski
clart
off
Yo,
feds
on
the
kid,
man
park
off
Dart
off,
big
bro's
on
it,
bark
off
(baow)
And
don't
get
me
mad
'cause
you
get
T
mad
And
you
don't
want
Trapo
to
start
off
(Trapo)
If
you
weren't
able
to
ching
or
shoot
like
Bando
Said
you're
gettin'
fling
in
the
boot
(Bando)
Grip
and
shoot,
won't
pick
and
choose
No
ip-dip-does
when
the
stick
goes
boom
Look
at
my
friend
like
we're
drillers
for
true
(baow)
Me
and
T
and
we're
similar
yutes
(we
are)
Spin
tings
spins
at
him
and
his
bruce
(doot,
doot,
doot,
doot)
Hop
out
gang,
start
ringin'
the
broom
I'm
out
in
the
dark
with
a
wap
in
my
hand
Make
it
kick
like
Jackie
Chan
You
ever
run
man
down
with
a
sams
As
long
as
your
leg
tryna
capture
man?
My
lil'
bro
Sav
or
sav'o,
he
slapped
off
four
tryna
hashtag
dat
He
ain't
tryna
slide
for
the
flats
Why
they
lyin'
for
the
tracks,
are
you
fine
with
that?
Yo,
I
guess
Bradz
fresh
home
like
Dazza
Free
V
Jugg,
done-done
him
a
mazza
(mazza)
T
Trap
is
a
booter
and
trapper,
slapper
Turn
off
your
local
rapper
(y'know)
I
was
in
beef,
I
didn't
go
Napa
I
was
with
Krept,
I
was
with
MoStacka
(ayy,
ayy)
Or
should
I
say
MoStack,
don't
believe
them,
that
boy's
a
capper
The
wheels
go
round
and
round
While
bros
hangin'
out
tryna
sound
and
sound
out
(baow,
baow)
Broski
reached
for
his
pouch
Got
a
ting
that's
tall
like
Peter
Crouch
Two
tings,
one
West,
one
South
One
come
to
the
ends
and
open
mouth
Me
Bando,
I
loved
it
in
the
T-house
But
rap
saved
me
and
I'm
on
the
way
out
Gunshot
for
a
fake
or
snake,
when
I
wake
and
bake
on
a
paper
plane
Make
it
beat
like
808,
gave
him
a
chase,
it's
a
make
or
break
Tryna
save
your
day
when
I
aim
I'm
tryna
hit
two
man
straight
Ride
with
phones,
that's
basic
played
Light
tek,
rise
up
the
beat,
let's
play
(let's
play)
Dudu,
really
livin'
with
the
spittin'
The
fibbin',
dem
man
do
it
for
the
image
My
side
ride
with
sticks
like
witches
Pop
up,
click
it
and
turn
man
spinach
Spot
two
man,
which
one
are
we
pickin'?
(Ayy)
Ended
up
both
like
Headie
One's
riddim
You
already
know
I
spit
what
I'm
livin'
Even
in
Carni,
we
bring
it
(Bando)
Police
on
my
back
and
they
keep
playing
mind
games
(dickheads)
You
got
beef
with
who?
Hurt
mans
head
now
they
all
got
migraines
I
hate
it
when
man
move
sideways
Some
lightweight,
not
my
way
(never)
Right
now,
I'm
on
the
beat
with
WhyJay
I
got
YK,
the
right
way,
The
young
G
will
shoot
when
I
say
(baow,
baow)
Rude,
rude,
spill
some
juice
Broom,
broom,
sweep
up
yutes
Who's
on
who?
My
gang's
on
you
Two
two's,
an
opp
got
spooned
Ten
o'clock
news
Got
smoke
in
the
ride
tryna
give
him
the
twos
(blaow)
Poo,
poo,
my
opps
are
poo
No
way
are
we
callin'
a
truce
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