Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Lambeth Maps, artist - 67. Date of issue: 21.07.2017
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Lambeth Maps |
| 3 postcodes, 4 door trucks |
| Let’s lurk on Lambeth maps |
| Redrum, redrum, dripping in sauce |
| Man a man spill it like 'gnac |
| 6 gang tryna turn man pack |
| Hearsay so we’re paro and dat |
| Come find us, we trapping in our flats |
| Feds tryna find man’s waps |
| Hit squad, tryna catch me sliding |
| Dingers cold, keep cutting out |
| But we warm it up whilst we’re gliding |
| Last nigga try push his luck |
| If he didn’t cut, I would’ve striked him |
| From any bitch thinks she’s prestige |
| Get on your knees that’s the right thing |
| Talk about chingers with smoke |
| 44s in a 4 door |
| Skrr round there but them boy they’re ghost |
| It’s funny they’re doing the most |
| Or sending for me, you see me on streets |
| Estate on your toes (why you tripping) |
| Really been running through O’s |
| Money like hoes, it comes and it goes |
| Still back it I want that war |
| Them boy just dash, got chinged and wapped |
| But roads ain’t fun any more |
| I don’t need to check that score |
| Let’s lurk, let’s lurk, got your block extinct |
| Cause the gang do tours |
| I heard you robbed my man but we’re coming for yours |
| Shit gets radical with my thoughts |
| 3 postcodes, 4 door trucks |
| Let’s lurk on Lambeth maps |
| Redrum, redrum, dripping in sauce |
| Man a man spill it like 'gnac |
| 6 gang tryna turn man pack |
| Hearsay so we’re paro and dat |
| Come find us, we trapping in our flats Feds tryna find man’s waps |
| 3 postcodes, 4 door truck |
| Might bring out the one .22 |
| Let’s lurk on Lambeth map |
| I’ve got smoke, bro’s got one too |
| See them boys from a mile off |
| They pick up their pants and leave their shoes |
| Leave the whole block smokey |
| Would’ve thought they’re doing barbecue |
| Get out the way |
| Civilians get out the way |
| I’m tryna pitch me a big dog |
| Ain’t tryna catch me astray |
| Tell your barbies move too |
| Cause we brought that gauge |
| One press on that button |
| Whole leave of pellets gon spray |
| Ring trap, ring trap, put the water on pause |
| Get trap fit |
| Shouts out my joggers |
| In two days scored a hatrick |
| The block corn’s too mad |
| If it hit him, he would’ve back-flipped |
| Skrred back to the ends |
| Upset cause the corn was acting |
| 3 postcodes, 4 door trucks |
| Let’s lurk on Lambeth maps |
| Redrum, redrum, dripping in sauce |
| Man a man spill it like 'gnac |
| 6 gang tryna turn man pack |
| Hearsay so we’re paro and dat |
| Come find us, we trapping in our flats |
| Feds tryna find man’s waps |
| We’re anti law |
| Bro said whip it right cause he likes his bitches raw |
| So Snoop put work in the kitchen |
| And leave that bitch all raw |
| 6 gang |
| My bro’s been fucking up tour |
| Manna mix chip with the cookie |
| Then I do zombie walk |
| 4 door truck but it’s mense |
| Itch got the light and the chalk |
| Young boy working on the ends |
| Got green, now it’s coming like sport |
| Caught my man and he ran |
| Caught him again, he got bored |
| Ching ching man down |
| Now you gotta pray to the lord |
| Used to get round here with swords |
| Scooby Doo run off indoors |
| M on your block with the .4's |
| That’s a scary sight, don’t pause |
| We’re anti fucking law |
| And we take risks that’s how we score |
| Gang, gang, gang, gang |
| 3 postcodes, 4 door trucks |
| Let’s lurk on Lambeth maps |
| Redrum, redrum, dripping in sauce |
| Man a man spill it like 'gnac |
| 6 gang tryna turn man pack |
| Hearsay so we’re paro and dat |
| Come find us, we trapping in our flats |
| Feds tryna find man’s waps |