| First time I cheffed a nigga up in OT for money
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| First time I hit a lick, stomach growling was hungry
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| Used to go to towns like come and go take over the country
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| My soldier shutting down niggas while my runner is running
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| Told them nitties that you’re lining them I’m giving you something
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| All the murders and the birds that I’ve seen all over nothing
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| Love on my hand
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| I hold my daughter with blood on my hands
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| Hundreds of bands
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| All of the hookers they’re loving the gang
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| That was my nigga, was wid' him in drillings, was wid' him in traps
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| If I tell him go get him, he twist off your melon, he get your whole gang
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| I can’t believe what I’m reading, my nigga done turned to a rat
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| I can’t believe the life sentence, I feel it for my nigga Dapps
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| Mummy the realest, she love me so much she ain’t throw out my pack
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| Year 9 gave her money for bailiffs, I swear that 2 bills on my stack
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| I told my girl if they raid me, get rid of the work in the flat
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| My mumma told me there’s jakes at the back door so I had to go climb out the
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| back, yeah
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| Get the kettle pouring
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| Spend thousand pound on machines even though the beef ting all boring
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| Chop the work while they yawning
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| Got shooters still warring
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| Night shift while they snoring
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| Rap life got me touring
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| Get the kettle pouring
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| Spend thousand pound on machines even though the beef ting all boring
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| Chop the work while they yawning
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| Got shooters still warring
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| Night shift while they snoring
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| Rap life got me touring
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| I was a young lil' kid, still tryna count up to six
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| Mum was at home with the kids, there was no space at our crib
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| We was just tryna live, we was just dyin' to live
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| There was no space at the crib, now we got gardens and shit
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| Now we just drip and we drip
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| Same bros, same clothes, I got the bag again
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| Bad bitch, no clothes, she going bad again
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| We got the mad again, I can never be as mad as them
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| I got more bands than friends, back to back I’m with Adz again
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| Fuck all this shit that you hear, girl hit me up when you care
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| Ready to war with niggas, the money got me prepared
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| I got blood on my eyes, seen your eyes, you’re scared
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| Whole neck covered in ice, touch my neck I dare
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| Get the kettle pouring
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| Spend thousand pound on machines even though the beef ting all boring
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| Chop the work while they yawning
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| Got shooters still warring
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| Night shift while they snoring
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| Rap life got me touring
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| Get the kettle pouring
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| Spend thousand pound on machines even though the beef ting all boring
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| Chop the work while they yawning
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| Got shooters still warring
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| Night shift while they snoring
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| Rap life got me touring |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Kettle Pouring, artist - D-Block Europe. Album song Home Alone, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп