K-Trap feat. Headie One Lyrics
"Extra Sleeve"
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(M1OnTheBeat)
(M1OnTheBeat)
(M1OnTheBeat)
Hate when it's fizzy, I'd rather discreet (quiet)
Little man wanna know if he hits someone with the pole
Can he take it home? (Baow)
Playin' for keeps (huh)
You play in the streets
I tell him, "Don't do it"
I promise you'll lay in the streets (lay there)
If I've got your whore on my phone
Then leave her alone, I promise she's layin' with me (yes)
Bro got a ten and the twenties stack on the floor
That's a MAC and extra cheese (grrt, bap)
Bro let it (bap, bap, bap)
I swear he's got an extra sleeve (huh)
I hate when a-, needs extra grease (argh)
Try get one on the way back home, made a extra scene (mm-mm)
Little man wanna know if he hits someone with the pole
Can he take it home? (Baow)
Playin' for keeps (huh)
You play in the streets
I tell him, "Don't do it"
I promise you'll lay in the streets (lay there)
If I've got your whore on my phone
Then leave her alone, I promise she's layin' with me (yes)
Bro got a ten and the twenties stack on the floor
That's a MAC and extra cheese (grrt, bap)
Bro let it (bap, bap, bap)
I swear he's got an extra sleeve (huh)
I hate when a-, needs extra grease (argh)
Try get one on the way back home, made a extra scene (mm-mm)
I'm at aunties, smellin' like open bine (yuck)
Hope she don't preach (ugh)
Run up on me, I'll open fire (baow), don't try it on me (no)
Bro came wearin' the G17 (glee), let me try it on me (glee)
Got the drop and he's comin' home, Yardman ting, I'll bleach (I'll bleach him)
Twelve in this Ugly Betty, it's live and in reach (I got it)
This one a competitor with this glee, it's holdin' fifteen (huh)
I can sport this Day-Date, calm, I filled Lambeth with arms (grrt)
Party with a star, I'm savin' the last dance (ha)
Came a long way from a cricket bat (hoo-hoo, huh)
Now the woosh holds thirty shots
That button on the side, gotta flick it back (grrah, bah)
S-A-D means sad, that's gang, gonna do you bad (gang)
Bro tryna work the sku-sku, hold it and drag it back (sku-sku)
Hundred bine for the summer
I bet Peewee's gonna say, "We need more"
Made me a killin' off dummy bricks
Had them screamin', "Need raw"
If they knew what we had in store
Remember when man done- in store?
Top floor view with a bag of whores
I ain't gotta brag no more (no)
Hope she don't preach (ugh)
Run up on me, I'll open fire (baow), don't try it on me (no)
Bro came wearin' the G17 (glee), let me try it on me (glee)
Got the drop and he's comin' home, Yardman ting, I'll bleach (I'll bleach him)
Twelve in this Ugly Betty, it's live and in reach (I got it)
This one a competitor with this glee, it's holdin' fifteen (huh)
I can sport this Day-Date, calm, I filled Lambeth with arms (grrt)
Party with a star, I'm savin' the last dance (ha)
Came a long way from a cricket bat (hoo-hoo, huh)
Now the woosh holds thirty shots
That button on the side, gotta flick it back (grrah, bah)
S-A-D means sad, that's gang, gonna do you bad (gang)
Bro tryna work the sku-sku, hold it and drag it back (sku-sku)
Hundred bine for the summer
I bet Peewee's gonna say, "We need more"
Made me a killin' off dummy bricks
Had them screamin', "Need raw"
If they knew what we had in store
Remember when man done- in store?
Top floor view with a bag of whores
I ain't gotta brag no more (no)
Hate when it's fizzy, I'd rather discreet (quiet)
Little man wanna know if he hits someone with the pole
Can he take it home? (Baow)
Playin' for keeps (huh)
You play in the streets
I tell him, "Don't do it"
I promise you'll lay in the streets (lay there)
If I've got your whore on my phone
Then leave her alone, I promise she's layin' with me (yes)
Bro got a ten and the twenties stack on the floor
That's a MAC and extra cheese (grrt, bap)
Bro let it (bap, bap, bap)
I swear he's got an extra sleeve (huh)
I hate when a-, needs extra grease (argh)
Try get one on the way back home, made a extra scene (mm-mm)
Little man wanna know if he hits someone with the pole
Can he take it home? (Baow)
Playin' for keeps (huh)
You play in the streets
I tell him, "Don't do it"
I promise you'll lay in the streets (lay there)
If I've got your whore on my phone
Then leave her alone, I promise she's layin' with me (yes)
Bro got a ten and the twenties stack on the floor
That's a MAC and extra cheese (grrt, bap)
Bro let it (bap, bap, bap)
I swear he's got an extra sleeve (huh)
I hate when a-, needs extra grease (argh)
Try get one on the way back home, made a extra scene (mm-mm)
(One)
They thought they would get it back in blood
They was dissin' on gang
So instead they got their boy back in dust (mad ting, sad ting)
Bro let it (bap, bap, bap)
Forensics had to get him out the mud (ugh)
We were old friends, is it out of hate or out of love?
Yeah, I'm at Wireless wearin' in-ears (turn, turn)
That I've been over there, I've been there (turn, turn, yeah)
I see bro slappin' man's chest, Ric Flair
My young boys left that swimmin'
Forgot to tell them bring swimwear
Why fist fight when I Binance lives?
I ain't gotta put on no resident gear
We don't beef he was sittin' it out (no)
His BM, I was dickin' that down (ugh)
She told me you don't check for the yute
But you still wanna rap about a million pounds
It's two G17s for the head back (baow)
The black blade doin' jet black
Shaved that shh, left him with a wet back
And he still ain't get no get back (uh)
They thought they would get it back in blood
They was dissin' on gang
So instead they got their boy back in dust (mad ting, sad ting)
Bro let it (bap, bap, bap)
Forensics had to get him out the mud (ugh)
We were old friends, is it out of hate or out of love?
Yeah, I'm at Wireless wearin' in-ears (turn, turn)
That I've been over there, I've been there (turn, turn, yeah)
I see bro slappin' man's chest, Ric Flair
My young boys left that swimmin'
Forgot to tell them bring swimwear
Why fist fight when I Binance lives?
I ain't gotta put on no resident gear
We don't beef he was sittin' it out (no)
His BM, I was dickin' that down (ugh)
She told me you don't check for the yute
But you still wanna rap about a million pounds
It's two G17s for the head back (baow)
The black blade doin' jet black
Shaved that shh, left him with a wet back
And he still ain't get no get back (uh)
Hate when it's fizzy, I'd rather discreet
Little man wanna know if he hits someone with the pole
Can he take it home? (Baow)
Playin' for keeps (huh)
You play in the streets
I tell him, "Don't do it"
I promise you'll lay in the streets (lay there)
If I've got your whore on my phone
Then leave her alone, I promise she's layin' with me (yes)
Bro got a ten and the twenties stack on the floor
That's a MAC and extra cheese (grrt, bap)
Bro let it (bap, bap, bap)
I swear he's got an extra sleeve (huh)
I hate when a-, needs extra grease (argh)
Try get one on the way back home, made a extra scene (mm-mm)
Little man wanna know if he hits someone with the pole
Can he take it home? (Baow)
Playin' for keeps (huh)
You play in the streets
I tell him, "Don't do it"
I promise you'll lay in the streets (lay there)
If I've got your whore on my phone
Then leave her alone, I promise she's layin' with me (yes)
Bro got a ten and the twenties stack on the floor
That's a MAC and extra cheese (grrt, bap)
Bro let it (bap, bap, bap)
I swear he's got an extra sleeve (huh)
I hate when a-, needs extra grease (argh)
Try get one on the way back home, made a extra scene (mm-mm)
(M1OnTheBeat)
(M1OnTheBeat)
(M1OnTheBeat)