paroles de chanson Anything Grr (feat. E1, Drilla & ZT [3x3’s]) - Tion Wayne , Drilla , E1 (3x3) , ZT (3x3)

I just stepped in Enfield Lo-
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I just stepped in Enfield Lock
Stepped out, now Enfield's hot
I got bands, love run into shop
I know everyone there love [?]
Get your [?] slit like your name [?]
Juice man down, yeah, we're doin' you a lot
Fuck that, AFGs love ruinin' block

You don't know 'bout gettin' pressure from feds
Kicked down door, now my mom's all stressed (Stressed)
They keep trying to link me to Ms
Grab a phone click, tryna pre-up my text
I was so vexed, when I hеard you were under arrеst (For what?)
I gave him a smile, said, "Give it a rest"
She's naughty, ten out of ten
The ting's in the bag, she [?] the best
One wrong move, you could be dead
Don't move right, you will get left (Left)
I just spotted one old-school friend
He [?] road, but I see mans, yeah
It was me and DB on the third
We brought us a nerd, then we took some flesh

Gang gon' get the scorin' and the first side gon' get to the pourin'
Gun clappin's, kidnaps, and stabbings
Steppin' on the A, and then B got savage
Rambos out, ZKs out, did a three-two, then spinned around
They all know they've been about
How can you talk when you screamed and shout?
I thought [?] was dead on the ground
[?] is the loudest sound
Bow-bow, [?]
Whippin' your oldest like I'm the father
Osama, wanna terrorize blocks
[?] when I ride on opps

I just stepped in Enfield Lock
Stepped out, now Enfield's hot
I got bands, love run into shop
I know everyone there love [?]
Get your [?] slit like your name [?]
Juice man down, yeah, we're doin' you a lot (Ayy, yeah, mm-mm)
Fuck that, AFGs love ruinin' block (Yo)

Paranoid all my life, no slippin'
What can I say? I got too much victims
Made the most [?] ting
Job on the line, but I'm still tryna pitch him (Mm-mm)
Don't care about half these yutes, [?], E1's billin' (Grr)
Find arse, and my blade is wet, come off the net,
You must be kiddin' (Ayy, ayy)
Rolex money, I drop a six,
But couldn't a fuck about opps, I'm rich (Boom, boom)
I ain't into internet beef, you're sick
This man only got on tunes to snitch
Young man bring the blade in his pokers
I said, "Next time, slow dyin', it's process" (Brah)
All my AFGs in Rovers, bought more time than [?] and

Don't think you're Incredible Hulk,
I'll add your soul to this dirty pole
Ordnance Road, [T?] was way too slow
She so hot, and my heart is cold
Violations, man don't condone
Assassination, man upped his pole
And [?], we buck your bros
I just see jakes in the rear, but we don't care, just keep it composed
His bro done told, gun smoke, run home, crush [?],
And we do it unknown
Unknown and T when I see man fold
This bitch, she be on me for the clout
I ain't givin' her shit, keep diggin' for gold
I ain't givin' her shit, keep diggin' for gold

I just stepped in Enfield Lock
Stepped out, now Enfield's hot
I got bands, love run into shop
I know everyone there love [?]
Get your [?] slit like your name [?]
Juice man down, yeah, we're doin' you a lot
Fuck that, AFGs love ruinin' block

M splash, two-tap like Stewie
Smile in his face when his blade's all gooey
I put my trust in C double S
Aim for his chest, then push that fully
Prayed about shit, so it's us on the gang ting
Rumble my hip, tryna what's goody
When [?] came home, nothing changed
We just got more upstock and cookies
Bad B love talkin' my name, I'm stuck in bando, thinkin' of a K
Had to link up with Tion Wayne, they talk on his name for fame
Boy, he's back in the beef, he's fully engaged
The 125, [?]
Bust that left, now we're on Park Lane
Quick, bust that left, now we're on Park Lane