Russ Millions, Dodgy - Witness Statements lyrics

Shylo Batchelor Ashby Milwood

[Russ Millions, Dodgy - Witness Statements lyrics]

G8!
I'm in love Mr. Wot Entertainement
Cruuud!

If I shank mans chest
I don't want no intent
Didn't get what I want yeah
I felt that stress
The back looks dead but her face come peng
Can't get third leg, 2 balls give neck
(Ay hold that)
Ments
Jailhouse, feeling all stressed
Pissed off on loss and made canteen stretch
That's gloves, blue balls
Green sheets on bed
Put blades in chest and I do it again
(Free up)
OT living, that's poor condition
Pebs in my mouth, gotta serve these kittens
(Ay serve that)
I don't know about chilling
My toes them stink and my armpit's kicking
(Smelly)
Who done that drilling?
Beat 3 AM's and they know who did it
(That's us)
Station boys, SB love snitching
(Some dickheads)
Glide with rambz, flick knives and kitchens
(Ching)
Rip through tops and it hit's man skin
Man done ran off and still got chinged
How many times have we shanked these yutes?
J1 times 2, plus 2 on Twins
Shh got chinged trynna visit his friend
Pissed
Hospital beds come twins
I talk no lies, if I'm honest
Got chinged by cottage
That day made the rambzi's twin
Unwrap that pack, TT rocks flashing (TT)
2 shanks, I don't tolerate lacking
4 door whips when I'm doing up camping
(Skrrt)
125 and avoid that traffic
Who's that? What's that?
Broski grab it, slap it
How many times have we jumped out bait
On the mains and suttin got captured?
(How many?)
Public place, get chinged or cabbaged

Who's that one?
Short and peng, hugeous bum
Get one fuck, now she's sprung
10/10 head, education
Bill up your friend, medication
Where's these opps, I'm too impatient
Shot 'round there, it is very vacant
On sight them, I do it blatant
Give man 4 or more about 5, not Fortnite
Can't get revived
That's your bitch, I'm leaning inside
Riding shotgun, the waps would take 5
You don't make racks or bang
You're too lie
Full grip, phone the cats, we stay fly
Your cousin got bored, it soon be your time
MB, M Splash, I beg a boy ride
Jeans cost 5, coat cost 8
Pressure them boy, we ain't got no brakes
Brakes
Fucking hell, you're too fake
Just got shh from qway like
Shut down shows, I'm running up checks
Latina, she's giving man neck, neck
Hear my voice, she gets wet (ay)
Give a gyal my third leg
Bedroom bully, fuck up that bed
Soldier riddim, shoulder 'pon leg
What's the score? How many bled? (How many?)
He held 20, shoulda been dead (Dead up)
Holy moly
CG cut, biggest pussy (Where you're going?)
Leave my friend, could never me
1 more kill, get UAV

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