| Bro’s gone back on remand but I’m back on public demand, touring
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| All these tricks up my sleeve, 40 racks up my arm, gorgeous
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| Insurance, says she wants insurance
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| So I told her that I’m worth more dead now I gotta be cautious
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| You asked for an apology
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| I done it and I was pissed that I give it you
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| Nigga too proud, I don’t even like questions in interviews
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| Turning stone cold, you be taking my affection for minerals
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| Them little niggas try ride out, all they gon' be left with is inner tubes
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| When I energise I’m a double A
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| Nearly took a life got a NFA
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| Look into my eyes, I’m a runaway
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| Say if I’m in the field then I wanna stay
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| You don’t even know what it takes
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| Hanging on the Guy Fawkes estate
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| My little nigga showed me two nines
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| Said he bought them both for one eight
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| Bang bang bang at your Landrover
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| I don’t know, call that a gun range
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| Bang bang bang, you’re in theatre
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| I don’t know, call that «gun play»
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| I grew up around lions, you grew up around liars
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| To identify my ones, tiger scratches in line ups
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| Bro’s gone back on remand but I’m back on public demand, touring
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| All these tricks up my sleeve, 40 racks up my arm, gorgeous
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| Insurance, says she wants insurance
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| So I told her that I’m worth more dead now I gotta be cautious
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| Say it, pray it, say it, pray it, for me
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| Ill figure, while I wear Tommy
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| Spending time tryna work on me
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| Turn me off when you turn on me
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| Made a killing bought our first zombie
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| Had to tell my mum you weren’t dodgy
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| She was like «he don’t seem right»
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| I was like «we are work colleagues»
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| Into gear now it’s tiptronic
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| Four wings right below the bonnet
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| Running through the rings, I think I’m Sonic
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| You can see the pinky, fuck a promise
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| I don’t see the point in being modest
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| I ain’t saving for a rainy day
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| If it rains, better for the forest
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| All these crops are just a sail away
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| I done shit, broke the work down
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| A kilo, that’s a workout
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| The reload, hope it works out
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| I was unemployed, handing work out
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| I done shit, broke the work down
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| A kilo, that’s a workout
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| The reload, hope it works out
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| I was unemployed, handing work out
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| Bro’s gone back on remand but I’m back on public demand, touring
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| All these tricks up my sleeve, 40 racks up my arm, gorgeous
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| Insurance, says she wants insurance
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| So I told her that I’m worth more dead now I gotta be cautious |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Insurance , by - Wretch 32. Song from the album Upon Reflection, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп