| Yeah, yeah
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| Listen
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| Yo, yo
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| Creeper Volume 2 (Yeah, yeah)
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| Trim (Trim)
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| Roll Deep (Deeper)
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| Big up Riko, big up Wiley (Wiley)
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| (Riko Dan)
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| Right now we’re moving alone (Yeah)
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| Trim’s improving and wrong
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| Yo
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| Oi this tune’s fucked
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| Roll Deep wrongin' (Wrongin')
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| So test Trim, come on
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| You be jet spray with lungs on
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| I don’t care where you thugs are from
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| You’re not thugged, where I’m from
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| I know what you’re on
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| You say that you, know what I’m on
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| But you don’t know what I’m on
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| If you knew what I was on, you wouldn’t screw and keep your eyes on
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| You’d ride on
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| See it’s my bandwagon, so climb on
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| Or triple dragon might blind some
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| Try and gun, I put knife in fire bum, higher gum
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| Dad or mum
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| Niece, nephews, daughters, sons, whoever comes
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| It’s Trim, yeah (Whenever they come), the only one, yeah
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| It’s funny you should say that
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| No dough, but I like to pay back, couple O’s
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| I do night and day jacks
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| I throw blows, and make your face play catch
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| Or we can play
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| Couple stabs are it (Stabs)
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| Or you can play bad, and have a couple lads for it
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| Couple takes, it’s hmm, that quick
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| It’s Trim, don’t act thick
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| Sign on, shot bits, don’t do tick
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| Peddle through the bits, bunning one or two spliffs
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| My knife’s one or two, it’s named jiff
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| And I don’t care if she’s your bitch
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| God gave me eyes to look, so blud… I’m looking, yeah (Yeah)
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| Trim, never wanna trim, never gonna trim, never on a trim
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| When I’ve always got a gym
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| Or Taliban, flow deep, I will damage man
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| Make peeps on the galavan
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| Taliban but call me Trim
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| I say Taliban 'cause I’m a skinny thing
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| And I’m Trim
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| Not scared of no one, will swing, no I’m not scared to throw
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| It’s thugged out Trim on a thugged out thing
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| If you’re not thugged out, your thing, this ain’t
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| You, you don’t wanna swing with this ape
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| I’ll be linging at your gates like someone
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| Grin in your face, then, leave your chin in your waist
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| Fuck about, I’ll be on your case, I don’t mind a case
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| I’m a MC you don’t wanna try and face
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| I don’t lie, it’s late
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| I get high and spray
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| Girls try and date
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| Asking if Will’s my mate
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| But, some try and hate
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| Their time is great
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| But their rhyme is late
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| Blud, I’m losing mates just moving weight
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| Blud, it’s great, it’s trust (Yeah)
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| And if anyone’s gonna get bun, they will
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| If I don’t stop gunning, these garms, they will
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| If they try to apply before guns, I will
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| Star gun your mums on my own free will
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| Run up in your drums, guns I will
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| Make you bleed up, read up on mums will
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| Need to keep up but, never will
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| Watching forever will, so’s Will (So's Will)
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| Yo
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| All know people, so any prick can be lethal
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| You got guns, I believe you
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| But one day I will see you
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| White, black, Muslim or Hebrew
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| If you wanna fight, it’s cushty with me too
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| Yeah my bullets idle
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| They wanna be you, when me drive by, they wanna see you
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| So let the bullshit continue and I’ll be in you
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| See you on the sidle, can see if he try talk
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| We go on the same wave (Wave, wave, wave)
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| You’ll get burnt like Guy Fawkes
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| Face with side hoods
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| Make your blue sky grey
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| Bring your neck to my hoods
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| And take those by goods, revenge is okay
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| Come back with your whole hood, it will do you no good
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| Blud, be on your way
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| See you on the outside, and see if you’re that hype, or talk the same language
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| You’ll get air like kite, punch it like bike
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| Hold a couple other sandwiches
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| It’s Trim, that’s right, I’m here, you wanna fight?
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| You be leaving with bandages
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| I’m here to ride mic, not one bar shy
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| And I do not sound like… yeah
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| Creeper Volume 2
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| Trim
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| Hah
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| It’s fucked out here, trust me |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Trim Freestyle , by - Trim. Song from the album Tunnel Vision Vol 2, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп