paroles de chanson Different Sorts - Headie One
I
see
them
man
dasheen
They
always
been
talkers,
See
me
in
the
flesh
and
it's
always
been
Walters
It
come
like
them
boy
there
Ashley
I
keep
the
skeng
close
like
Roadman
Shaq
and
Aznee
Come
like
I'm
on
the
lurk
for
a
boy
band,
The
way
I
search
for
them
boys
on
the
backstreet
And
what
the
fuck's
rap,
When
I'm
still
Live
in
the
T,
Just
last
night
I
had
to
flush
that
pack
Now
it's
somewhere
in
the
sea
I
rip
my
23's,
rudeboy
I
can
tell
you
bout
doors
and
hinges
CPS
tryna
get
papers
printed
and
still
I
NFA
on
these
bitches
Still
M
route,
rags
to
riches
Still
fly
out
the
ride,
Stick
in
my
hand
looking
like
I
come
to
play
cricket
Score
these
points
still
get
round
there,
sawn-off
joints
Hold
it
steady,
got
both
elbows
locked
I'm
poised
Splash
mans
face,
I
ain't
lying
too
Them
9 boys
always
been
chatty,
Now
I
got
old
songs
making
up
noise
too
Still
fold
these
20s
and
I'm
bagging
up
coins
too
T-house
settings,
I
still
turn
1 into
2
I
still
turn
1 into
2
Put
my
Jordans
on
and
then
zombie
walk
Your
whole
gang
got
1 wap,
my
niggas
step
out
with
different
sorts
Feds
on
my
case
for
years,
they
want
a
man
sitting
in
London
courts
I
wake
up
with
the
wildest
thoughts,
Get
money
if
I
didn't
then
I'll
do
it
by
force
The
corn
in
the
mash
got
force,
44
kicks
off
like
a
pissed
off
horse
With
ones
like
Harry
and
Snake,
Big
stones
and
a
wap
it's
a
serious
sort
They
ain't
copping
no
waps
they're
tramps,
they
need
financial
support
I
put
my
life
in
my
rhymes,
Now
niggas
wanna
rap
like
me
so
I
can't
endorse
Bang
on
them
and
just
giggle,
look
and
find
a
boy
like
a
riddle
S&D,
your
life's
in
a
pickle
Stick
on
the
bike,
riding
man
will
take
you
out
like
a
pickle
Gun
smoke,
squeeze
the
trigger
same
way
man
squeeze
up
her
nipple
You
ain't
putting
work
you're
a
ginnal
Tooled
up
my
ting
tickled
me,
them
fuck
boys
can't
get
rid
of
me
Money
coming,
money
coming
in,
them
bad
b's
wanna
chill
with
me
Little
hooker
go
and
act
you
wage,
cos
kway
back
you
weren't
into
me
Guns
money,
guns
money
drugs,
that's
the
shit
that
I'm
into
b
Lurking
round
with
a
half
a
b,
and
that
Cardi
B
Take
risks
that's
everyday,
cos
everyday
the
feds
onto
me
Counting
racks
and
she
hit
me
up,
I
said
right
now
bitch
don't
bother
me
You
see
them
opp
boys
yeah
they
so
Bruck,
if
they
would
yeah
they'd
work
for
me
Take
risks
and
prosper,
hand
on
heart,
Them
man
there
Usain
when
I'm
up
front
like
Costa
I
thank
God
that
I
still
eat
lobster,
serious
mobster
Still
deep
in
the
streets,
real
life
shit
you
can't
give
me
no
Oscar
Put
my
Jordans
on
and
then
zombie
walk
Your
whole
gang
got
1 wap,
my
niggas
step
out
with
different
sorts
Feds
on
my
case
for
years,
they
want
a
man
sitting
in
London
courts
I
wake
up
with
the
wildest
thoughts,
Get
money
if
I
didn't
then
I'll
do
it
by
force
The
corn
in
the
mash
got
force,
44
kicks
off
like
a
pissed
off
horse
With
ones
like
Harry
and
Snake,
Big
stones
and
a
wap
it's
a
serious
sort
They
ain't
copping
no
waps
they're
tramps,
they
need
financial
support
I
put
my
life
in
my
rhymes,
Now
niggas
wanna
rap
like
me
so
I
can't
endorse
Jump
out
gang,
my
drillers
still
crashing
off
waps
44
with
big
stones
and
a
wap
with
a
clip
on
the
side,
mad
OSG
days
was
mad,
big
Rambo
tryna
search
and
attack
I
was
on
snap
in
the
trap,
2 packs
up
just
me
and
my
cat
I
was
on
snap
in
the
trap,
2 packs
up
just
me
and
my
cat
You
was
in
the
party
brassed,
tryna
go
home
with
a
thot
that's
frass
And
my
broski
just
came
home
and
he's
still
putting
things
on
stones
Look
at
his
D
Squared
clothes
My
bro
just
stepped
out
cold,
67
pendant
icy
Look
at
the
gold
on
bro
Done
skengs
in
trucks
now
apparently
Everyone's
doing
up
skengs
in
trucks
Done
44s
in
a
4 door,
now
apparently
they
all
got
40
one
We
fuck
up
this
music
stuff,
Chilling
on
stage
and
stuff,
whole
career
in
my
cup
Feds
wanna
lock
my
bros,
But
the
war's
going
on
and
my
gang
still
shell
it
at
stuff
I'm
tryna
live
my
career,
But
the
feds
wanna
stop
and
stare
like
stop
right
there
Pull
up
on
the
opps
with
the
4s
out
like
pause
right
there
My
young
niggas
they
don't
care,
They'll
shave
man
straight
in
the
face
like
he
wants
no
beard
Smoking
cookie
and
am,
I
don't
wanna
smoke
none
of
your
weed
man
the
smokes
too
weird
Put
my
Jordans
on
and
then
zombie
walk
Your
whole
gang
got
1 wap,
my
niggas
step
out
with
different
sorts
Feds
on
my
case
for
years,
they
want
a
man
sitting
in
London
courts
I
wake
up
with
the
wildest
thoughts,
Get
money
if
I
didn't
then
I'll
do
it
by
force
The
corn
in
the
mash
got
force,
44
kicks
off
like
a
pissed
off
horse
With
ones
like
Harry
and
Snake,
Big
stones
and
a
wap
it's
a
serious
sort
They
ain't
copping
no
waps
they're
tramps,
they
need
financial
support
I
put
my
life
in
my
rhymes,
Now
niggas
wanna
rap
like
me
so
I
can't
endorse
1 Intro
2 The One
3 Golden Boot
4 Ganging
5 Take Risks
6 Caution
7 Again
8 Secure the Bags
9 Oneder
10 Different Sorts
11 One Leann
12 Dues
13 Cargo
14 Free Bradders
15 Intent
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