| Estate war
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| What you got an aggy face for?
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| We carry eggs it’s not just life that we claim’s raw
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| Taking advantage of the days without rainpour
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| We remain poor, so wait pause incase your face falls foul to the product of fowl
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| We like to cage more
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| Don’t be a chicken
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| See me I’m feasably different
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| To the kids on my estate who like to beef and not listen
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| I had a sweet disposition
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| But I was still weak to convincing
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| Ask your mum for 50p then mischievously buy eggs
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| And believe it will be it that they’re bricking
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| They being the kids from the other estate
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| Not rivals in the sense that we hate
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| Just rivals in the sense to get egged in the face
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| It was pleasant if you were below the age of 8
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| Only God knows if it was the catalyst for something less blase
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| So let the games begin
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| Man I jumped in head first
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| An expert with that legwork a dead cert for that net worth
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| Yes sir
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| Yeah no matter how little respect earnt
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| When I’d get burnt by the olders
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| They’d be hoping I would get tripping
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| Now they’re bed ridden and I bed women
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| Have sex with them, Cowgirl
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| Bed ridden, Yeah sinning
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| Head spinning with our live set
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| And guys blinded by rep
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| Kinda wish that I was less driven
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| I won’t fall
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| I’m no fool
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| I won’t fall
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| I’m no fool
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| This means war
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| This means war
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| This means war
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| This means yeah
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| I’m no fool
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| I won’t fall
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| I’m no fool
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| I won’t fall
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| This means war
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| This means war
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| This means war
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| This means
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| Ay yo I take no prisoners
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| Take note scribble this
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| Brain flow limitless
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| Safe though listen in
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| I was digging away on minimum wage
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| Thinking of ways to position my face
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| Like what’s going on
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| Teachers thought my potential was wasted
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| Hey kids it’s all about faith in what you’re making
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| I need more than these pre written pages
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| And hormones make me want girls to get naked
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| I don’t want a bad bitch
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| I want a chick that will slap a guy if he calls her a bad bitch
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| That’s it
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| I don’t wanna glamourize this
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| If you do it well I think that your standards might slip
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| Up for a challenge
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| Head fully balanced
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| You and who’s army I reckon I’ll manage
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| Let em all have it
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| Homegrown talent
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| Yeah
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| So let the games begin
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| Oi listen though
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| Yeah I don’t even carry a weapon I got bars
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| Ain’t rocking any tatoos but I got scars
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| Whole game’s going berserk like it’s not ours
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| Motherfuckers overlooking the work
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| I’m like Cha
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| Seriously can’t fuck with the style or you’ll get burnt
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| Go on drag me back in the battle and get learnt
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| I know a stack of rappers who act like a wet perm
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| But when the time comes for getting it live (they just weren’t)
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| A younger generation look at the game and it’s all thugged out
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| Their bugged out, their running their dumb mouth like
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| Oiii
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| Feel free to hate on the way that this shits turned out
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| They’re burned out shame that you weren’t down but BOYYY
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| Against all odds I blaze you bods
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| While you sit and reminisce about the days you was
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| It made you what
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| See the way you played yourself it’s odd
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| So let the games begin
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| Yeah boy mama didn’t raise one
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| Been ill since phase one
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| Ya get I
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| Rizzle Kicks
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| Dabbler
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| Go fuck yourself
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| So let the games begin |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song This Means War , by - Rizzle Kicks. Song from the album Roaring 20s, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп