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Grew Up In & Solo 45(feat.Solo 45) (Explicit)

Wiley, Stormzy, Solo 45
2014-11-033:08 นาทีมีเวลา LRC

"Grew Up In & Solo 45(feat.Solo 45) (Explicit)" เป็นเพลงของ Wiley, Stormzy, Solo 45, 2014, Pop ความยาว 3:08, 62 lines / 515 words

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0:00Grew Up In (Explicit) - Wiley/Stormzy/Solo 45
0:29Yeah I grew up in Bow E-thrizzy
0:32Home of Maniac home of Tinchy home of Dizzee
0:36If you don't get it then you're gonna be without
0:39That's why I fly around and make myself busy
0:43Complacent shotta gets robbed for a belly
0:46This sh*t's going on but I don't mean telly
0:49When the rain falls you can't be saved by wellies
0:51A kid walks in starts waving a semi
0:53Badman he ain't afraid of any
0:56Expensive watch now why have I got it
1:00Furthermore f**k that I'mma shot it
1:04You know why blood Cause I don't want it
1:07Go and look a next property swap it
1:10I deal with change in a pattern
1:14Too many girls buy jewellery in Hatton
1:17New generation's here what you saying
1:21We're gonna see when I pass you the baton
1:23I grew up in south west London home of the brave
1:27Home to the roadside Gs So Solid UK
1:31Be loud and clear when you're calling my name
1:33Shut down the club live show then
1:34I cut I'm the lord of the rave
1:37From a place where your big bad brother can't save you
1:40Where the olders are washed and the young
1:41Gs out on the blocky want grief
1:44Get out of my seat what the f**k did you bring to the table
1:47From a place where they think that you're rich
1:48If you ever get signed to a label
1:51Last night I fell asleep with the engine running
1:55Kick down your door then my bredrin's running
1:58I don't like that yout I don't care who
2:01I don't know that yout don't care about your cousin
2:03Got a photoshoot whole ends is coming rudeboy
2:05You ain't got enough class
2:07Your boy's on form this year fall back
2:08You ain't got enough bars 20 man deep
2:11On a night out buy out the bar you ain't got enough staff
2:13Told man don't even talk to you much but you talk too much
2:15All you niggas just bark
2:17Yo Broadwater Farm shooters I'm one of them
2:19I lost my dollar if you ever try one of us
2:20Ain't shot a ni**a in ages still someone try it
2:23I need some practice
2:24Signed to Island now I've gotta 'llow it
2:26Ten man Cool I've got it
2:27I refuse to be with no limit
2:29On my own Wiley with it
2:30I like money money money I love money money money
2:34Man f**k your three girls get your wallet out
2:35I spend your last month's wages cabbing about
2:37I'll sleep on a plane too much money about
2:39A cave time I give my now map the man
2:41Money money money bruv it's money money
2:44Super Sega Level 9000 ni**a
2:47Have a drink and will man 'llow me ni**a Rudeboy
2:51I f**king love these groupies ni**a
2:54But I love the money more you feel me ni**a
2:57Super Sega Level 9000 ni**a
3:01Have a drink and will man 'llow me ni**a Rudeboy
3:05I f**king love these groupies ni**a
3:08But I love the money more you feel me ni**a ni**a ni**a
Grew Up In (Explicit) - Wiley/Stormzy/Solo 45
Yeah I grew up in Bow E-thrizzy
Home of Maniac home of Tinchy home of Dizzee
If you don't get it then you're gonna be without
That's why I fly around and make myself busy
Complacent shotta gets robbed for a belly
This sh*t's going on but I don't mean telly
When the rain falls you can't be saved by wellies
A kid walks in starts waving a semi
Badman he ain't afraid of any
Expensive watch now why have I got it
Furthermore f**k that I'mma shot it
You know why blood Cause I don't want it
Go and look a next property swap it
I deal with change in a pattern
Too many girls buy jewellery in Hatton
New generation's here what you saying
We're gonna see when I pass you the baton
I grew up in south west London home of the brave
Home to the roadside Gs So Solid UK
Be loud and clear when you're calling my name
Shut down the club live show then
I cut I'm the lord of the rave
From a place where your big bad brother can't save you
Where the olders are washed and the young
Gs out on the blocky want grief
Get out of my seat what the f**k did you bring to the table
From a place where they think that you're rich
If you ever get signed to a label
Last night I fell asleep with the engine running
Kick down your door then my bredrin's running
I don't like that yout I don't care who
I don't know that yout don't care about your cousin
Got a photoshoot whole ends is coming rudeboy
You ain't got enough class
Your boy's on form this year fall back
You ain't got enough bars 20 man deep
On a night out buy out the bar you ain't got enough staff
Told man don't even talk to you much but you talk too much
All you niggas just bark
Yo Broadwater Farm shooters I'm one of them
I lost my dollar if you ever try one of us
Ain't shot a ni**a in ages still someone try it
I need some practice
Signed to Island now I've gotta 'llow it
Ten man Cool I've got it
I refuse to be with no limit
On my own Wiley with it
I like money money  money I love money  money  money
Man f**k your three girls get your wallet out
I spend your last month's wages cabbing about
I'll sleep on a plane too much money about
A cave time I give my now map the man
Money money  money bruv it's money money
Super Sega Level 9000 ni**a
Have a drink and will man 'llow me ni**a Rudeboy
I f**king love these groupies ni**a
But I love the money more you feel me ni**a
Super Sega Level 9000 ni**a
Have a drink and will man 'llow me ni**a Rudeboy
I f**king love these groupies ni**a
But I love the money more you feel me ni**a  ni**a  ni**a

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