Groundworks, Digga D, Unknown T - Went Jail lyrics

Unknown T [Daniel Lena] Uganda - London, GB.

[Groundworks, Digga D, Unknown T - Went Jail lyrics]

(HARGO Production) yo, yo (Grr, baow) , yo

'017 went jail, '018 went jail
'019 went jail
Plus this year as well, went jail
Fuckin' hell
'017 got bail, '018 got bail, '019 went jail
'020 went Old Bail'
Man bust those cases well

Ask Dookie why he poked me
I tried poke him but the shank never went in
(Grr, baow, baow)
It started bendin', I got me a next ting
Come on then, let's go fencin'
(Baow, baow, baow)
I got poked, but I poked up (Shh, uh)
I swing my shank, I ain't throwin' no punch
(Woosh) on the phone to Hunch
Just heard the door bust
I think they're doin' spins at lunch

I'm in the Marsh, no football pitch
(Bluu, bluu)
Try violate, I got my jail shank from Diggs
(Bluuwuu)
Just got a drop, there's a opp near the wing
No Ella Mai ting, all the guys took a trip
(Hoodie hoo) bando's T T, get's dished
Let it lock, then watch the excess get rinsed
There's latex and we leave no prints
(Yo, yo, look) i'm in luck with this rock
Made the trap house stink

On the road, my mash was a handgun (Brr, brr)
On the wing, my mash was a Samsung (Bop)
On the frees, no vespa, they score, Iniesta
(Bop)
Three sheets gone, what a mad run (Woosh)
Skin out your pum-pum like Spice
When the free prints come through the door
I'm nice (Mhm)
My cellmates just went free flow and
Left me on my own, so I crashed off twice
(Bluuwuu)

I'm pissed 'cause the spin boys
Gave the wing paranoia
Spend two days in a week with my lawyer
(Bluu, bluu) there's a smart phone and a
Zanco on the landing
On my boy, I'm like Neuer
(Grab him, grab him)
Got my chef on the wing
Cook my tuna with soya (yeah)
My Mali bredrin on the wing
Got me screamin' out, "Wariya, wairya"
(Brr, brr, brr, brr, brr, brr)
I'm a warrior, samurai ting when I bop 'round
(yeah) pop smoke 'fore I pop down
I was blowin' trees on lockdown
Had to pattern up weed so
The crops get chopped down (Grr)
There's a mix of both in the rino
Light or the B in the T, that's gone now
(Baow, baow, baow)
Was gyallie on me, now the fed are
On me for a shit VD, i'm gone now
There's a M off my chest, I'm home now (Uh)

Bro just called me a jail cat, fuckin' hell
Man felt that
ID cards go fast, man sell that (yeah)
Real 39, stamp suttin', bro mail that
(Bluuwuu)
Got spun, too much cats at my cell flat
(Bluu, bluu) pop weren't good for me
My next door held that (Bluuwuu)
One in each hand and I'll swing with my left
Wet chest 'cause the right one dealt that
(I got him down)
I'm fresh, back, and I'm better
(I am) , so who's getting put on a sweater?
If I slap this dotty and hit my target
I still have one extra (Bluuwuu)
Make bines fly out the 9
Spill some Heinz if I can't catch up
(Brr, brr, brr)
How many youtes been cheffed up? (yeah)
That's multiple stab wounds dressed up
(Hoodie hoo)

'017 went jail, '018 went jail
'019 went jail
Plus this year as well, went jail
Fuckin' hell
'017 got bail, '018 got bail, '019 went jail
'020 went Old Bail'
Man bust those cases well

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