| It’s Locs
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| Oh so iffy, I’m so trippy
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| Life’s so pretty, what’s this city
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| Don’t be stupid, don’t be silly
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| I killed kenny, I’ll blame billy
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| Oh so iffy, I’m so trippy
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| Life’s so pretty, what’s this city
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| Don’t be stupid, don’t be silly
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| I killed kenny, I’ll blame billy
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| Silly silly
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| Chitty bang bang come with me
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| Smoking a skinny, I’m with thingy
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| Let’s get, don’t do real life
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| It’s not pretty
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| Chitty bang bang come with me
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| Smoking a skinny, I’m with thingy
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| Let’s get, don’t do real life
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| It’s not pretty
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| Chitty bang bang lets go
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| T and Locs
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| Decent food, decent smokes
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| Don’t like none of your recent jokes
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| I don’t do beef and pokes
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| But I will teeth your coat
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| Will clone your bank ID leave you broke
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| Good bloke but I mean I stir
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| Pissed as her
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| She saw me and whispered «Eurgh.»
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| Posh girl rolex in fur
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| Bet you I still get a kiss from her
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| Not a bad boy drop of the bricks and skrr
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| You just sit on the bits and err
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| You know all of the bars from Headie
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| I know all of the hits from blur
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| Grafter earn till dirt
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| Say dear when they thought they won
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| Stay home when I thought they come
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| Still I’ll run (It's Locs)
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| It’s Locs and a man like T
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| My g but it all ain’t done
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| Never weed they thought we spun
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| Trippin OG imma sure make some
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| Don’t be silly, don’t be petty
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| I’ll kill kenny, I’ll blame becky
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| DMT, thats my brekkie
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| Shave my face with a machete (Wow)
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| I’m oh so ready
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| Grab my phone
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| Texting becky
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| Tantric sex
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| Let’s get sweaty
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| Now she’s squirting
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| On the setee (Messy)
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| (Oh)
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| Flow so drippy, Oh so trippy
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| Show no pity
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| She’s so sexy, She’s so pretty
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| She’s so clever, She’s so witty
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| Cardiff city, Dark and gritty
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| Tasty buds, Hard and sticky
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| Don’t be stupid, don’t be silly
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| Let’s go cali, Who’s rolling with me. |
| (Blazin)
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| I got the antidote
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| I smoke weed my antidote
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| I don’t do grams of coke
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| And I don’t drink cans of coke
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| It’s T and a man like Locs
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| Just two handsome blokes
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| We’re blazing packs
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| And lacing tracks
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| And making up random jokes
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| It’s Locs and T
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| Crumpets, toast and tea
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| No chunks of frozen meat
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| I’m smoking blunts of potent weed (Blazin')
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| My flow is grease (grease)
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| I do some shows and leave (I'm gone)
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| I make some dough and P’s
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| I buy some clones and grow some trees
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| It’s Locs and T
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| Crumpets, toast and tea
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| No chunks of frozen meat
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| I’m smoking blunts of potent weed
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| My flow is grease
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| I do some shows and leave
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| I make some dough and P’s
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| I buy some clones and grow some trees |