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(Brigade)
Tek your time, tek your time
(MKThePlug)
(Come on, Sapphire Beatsz)
S Road bop to the marsh with B easy
Plug don't do consign, but I still come back with like two at a time

On an estate, see the boydem enter
Put the thing in the bin like Brenda (yeah)
Don't ask about GZ B easy, that's a violent member
Thousand grams of the pressa
One phone call that's going up Leicester
Ever had a cat OD off a tester
Can't cope with all this pressure (bad girl, bad girl)
Split in the middle (yeah, trust)
Trust, and let a badman get in the center
I ain't got no strap in this ride
Can't talk for my boy on the back of the Vespa
Circle the ends like the Royal Mail, then it's back to the lab like Dexter

Surely, surely
Left wrist, that's more than 40
Free all my pagans, I wish they die, I love it when an opp gets fried like Morley's
Go to sleep with the baddest shawty, cah I got a ghost like Power that haunts me
Neck, back and chest, I got countless ride out stories
It's Dutch, from the fifth, I'll still slide through the 6 like Aubrey
I was in a cell looking at life thinking that I should have done fraud with Courtney
Tell my ex delete my number, I got a new ting, you can't call me
I got Keisha, I got Becky, I got Henny, that's an orgy
500 for the brand new shotty, scales tryna take my money
(18Hunna for the new rusty)
I wish a man would try buck me
Turn off that phone, it's back to gliding
Turn on that phone, it's back to country
I got love for my plug in O
Cah he trust me, but don't trust me
I just got two in the arm, but I need me hundred bricks like Bumpy
Somebody gon' die with the guys from S Road bop, don't get too comfy (bup)
Approach with caution, don't you know bro let it go like the Undies
Pull up on them like "Yo, nobody move, it's a robbery"

Tek your time, tek your time
Bad gyal bend your back and then whine
Oh my God, look at that bumper, I just wanna know if that pum pum's mine
S Row bup to the marsh with B easy, slap 2 out the 9
Plug don't do consign, but I still come back with like two at a time

Look
I don't need no distractions, any time that I load this cannon
Still gotta get in that petrol bath, last time my skin had an allergic reaction (pissed)
Has your gun ever jammed on a glide? Pissed so you stood their tapping
Has your mum ever cried at night because she heard her son got nicked for slapping?
Surely, surely
This music thing wasn't for me
Let a man mention my name in a song
I'll be back on the 3's with shorty (3Shorty)
I put in that work for the gang
Can't call in sick when I'm poorly
I spill juice, with my toolie
Red wine like UB40
The place that I'm from in Clapton, nothing but guns and stabbings
Feds ask questions, get no answers
Officer, I don't know what happened

Tek your time, tek your time
Bad gyal bend your back and then whine
Oh my God, look at that bumper, I just wanna know if that pum pum's mine
S Row bup to the marsh with B easy, slap 2 out the 9
Plug don't do consign, but I still come back with like two at a time
Tek your time, tek your time
Bad gyal bend your back and then whine
Oh my God, look at that bumper, I just wanna know if that pum pum's mine
S Row bup to the marsh with B easy, slap 2 out the 9
Plug don't do consign, but I still come back with like two at a time
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(Brigade)
Tek your time, tek your time
(MKThePlug)
(Come on, Sapphire Beatsz)
S Road bop to the marsh with B easy
Plug don't do consign, but I still come back with like two at a time

On an estate, see the boydem enter
Put the thing in the bin like Brenda (yeah)
Don't ask about GZ B easy, that's a violent member
Thousand grams of the pressa
One phone call that's going up Leicester
Ever had a cat OD off a tester
Can't cope with all this pressure (bad girl, bad girl)
Split in the middle (yeah, trust)
Trust, and let a badman get in the center
I ain't got no strap in this ride
Can't talk for my boy on the back of the Vespa
Circle the ends like the Royal Mail, then it's back to the lab like Dexter

Surely, surely
Left wrist, that's more than 40
Free all my pagans, I wish they die, I love it when an opp gets fried like Morley's
Go to sleep with the baddest shawty, cah I got a ghost like Power that haunts me
Neck, back and chest, I got countless ride out stories
It's Dutch, from the fifth, I'll still slide through the 6 like Aubrey
I was in a cell looking at life thinking that I should have done fraud with Courtney
Tell my ex delete my number, I got a new ting, you can't call me
I got Keisha, I got Becky, I got Henny, that's an orgy
500 for the brand new shotty, scales tryna take my money
(18Hunna for the new rusty)
I wish a man would try buck me
Turn off that phone, it's back to gliding
Turn on that phone, it's back to country
I got love for my plug in O
Cah he trust me, but don't trust me
I just got two in the arm, but I need me hundred bricks like Bumpy
Somebody gon' die with the guys from S Road bop, don't get too comfy (bup)
Approach with caution, don't you know bro let it go like the Undies
Pull up on them like "Yo, nobody move, it's a robbery"

Tek your time, tek your time
Bad gyal bend your back and then whine
Oh my God, look at that bumper, I just wanna know if that pum pum's mine
S Row bup to the marsh with B easy, slap 2 out the 9
Plug don't do consign, but I still come back with like two at a time

Look
I don't need no distractions, any time that I load this cannon
Still gotta get in that petrol bath, last time my skin had an allergic reaction (pissed)
Has your gun ever jammed on a glide? Pissed so you stood their tapping
Has your mum ever cried at night because she heard her son got nicked for slapping?
Surely, surely
This music thing wasn't for me
Let a man mention my name in a song
I'll be back on the 3's with shorty (3Shorty)
I put in that work for the gang
Can't call in sick when I'm poorly
I spill juice, with my toolie
Red wine like UB40
The place that I'm from in Clapton, nothing but guns and stabbings
Feds ask questions, get no answers
Officer, I don't know what happened

Tek your time, tek your time
Bad gyal bend your back and then whine
Oh my God, look at that bumper, I just wanna know if that pum pum's mine
S Row bup to the marsh with B easy, slap 2 out the 9
Plug don't do consign, but I still come back with like two at a time
Tek your time, tek your time
Bad gyal bend your back and then whine
Oh my God, look at that bumper, I just wanna know if that pum pum's mine
S Row bup to the marsh with B easy, slap 2 out the 9
Plug don't do consign, but I still come back with like two at a time
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Writer: David Orobosa Omoregie, Irving Ampofo Adjei, Marcellus Kelly, Mitchell Kamari, Paul Tyrell, Stephan Allen
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, EMPIRE PUBLISHING, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.

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