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write a song like Headie One I mash work on the opps from early, niggas already know my name

I mash work on the opps from early, niggas already know my name Gang unit wont leave me alone, so I cant show my face I still jump out and smoke man bait Pull up crash, them man dash like Yohan Blake I put the beef on standby but trust me the programmes changed Dont want to bump into T cos hes a beast like Yohan Blake I get my hands dirty, same way Krept and Konan play Tell Headz come pass me the stick, Usain Bolt and Yohan Blake All Im hearing is verbals, all Im seeing is tweets Cant wait till we meet, Im really out here in these streets I bought fresh garms from Mush, now my swagger looks neat I think Im Mark Duggan, burner on the backseat When Im taking those trips, feels like I chauffeured a skeng I put pressure on the whole of your endz Im not Wood Green no more, had niggas disowning their friends I aint doing no 1 likkle poking, chef man over and over again Young gs in the 125, 2 stunts like Evil Kenevil Or me and Headz in the ride, with a black pump like its diesel Done shots like the Matrix, make sure my guns reloaded like the sequel OFB to the world and back, I take risks for me and my people 38 got wood on the handle, put man on the floor like planks Let it off and they run like Olympics, but I aint bussing no blanks Been round there with Rambos and flickys, man cant tell me bout shanks Try gain one up in the ranks,tell my plug that I gotta give thanks I mash work on the opps from early, niggas already know my name Gang unit wont leave me alone, so I cant show my face I still jump out and smoke man bait Pull up crash, them man dash like Yohan Blake I put the beef on standby but trust me the programmes changed Dont want to bump into T cos hes a beast like Yohan Blake I get my hands dirty, same way Krept and Konan play Tell Headz come pass me the stick, Usain Bolt and Yohan Blake I aint taking no diss, my retaliation rate 1 hunna Dont get your whole gang wiped out, ask Tizzy it takes 1 summer My bro in the booth and he the only one that done a 1 take Last time I finessed that chinging, the Lord knows that I done that one I done that with face, its peak cos I left that trace All I know is weight, 28 grams of flake Invest in the dark like , opps know that the streets aint safe All now I aint seen nothing but fuckboys running like Yohan Blake Handting fat like Biggie Ill get him from far I have Faith Bruck down dinger with altered plates Mask on like RV, you cant see my face Opps say just hold on, were going home theyre coming like Drake Things still sold for a 2 in 2, all I do is jugg and jugg I just touch squares no rubix cube I still move this food No ebeano, Egusi Soup You dont drill and trap cos you said you do, homeboy the truth is truth I mash work on the opps from early, niggas already know my name Gang unit wont leave me alone, so I cant show my face I still jump out and smoke man bait Pull up crash, them man dash like Yohan Blake I put the beef on standby but trust me the programmes changed Dont want to bump into T cos hes a beast like Yohan Blake I get my hands dirty, same way Krept and Konan play Tell Headz come pass me the stick, Usain Bolt and Yohan BlakeEmbed

write a song like Headie One My little bros caught a life and that shit was hard to digest

My little bros caught a life and that shit was hard to digest Psalms 35 tatted on my biceps My loyalty is priceless, my money still a mindset I’m uptown in my Nike tech and still my wrist is timeless I used my black blade, left scrape marks in that Pyrex And then I shave the shh there’s residue on my nice red And all the time on basic all the self help books that I read ? my body but can’t lock my soul or my head 3 years still I wonder where the time went Used to havе like 40 man then like 25 lеft You ever padded with a man with 25 left? And that’s stressed but you can’t stress? Slept in a room with burnt foil for my own good The truth hurts but my sis told me for my own good She said you’re way too loyal for your own good Shit hits then fan and then you’re feeling like a lone wolf Snakes in the hood, I still go back to my own hood My sis always tell me I’m too loyal for my own good Slept in a room with burnt foil for my own good The truth hurts but my sis told me for my own good She said you’re way too loyal for your own good Shit hits then fan and then you’re feeling like a lone wolf Snakes in the hood, I still go back to my own hood My sis always tell me I’m too loyal for my own good They said it’s snakes in the hood like Medusa in the rain They into blame, they ain’t used to the money or the fame I really seen people change for a change But I wouldn’t be lit if it weren’t for the pain I lost loved ones I had to charge to the game I showed love but my love and your love ain’t the same I’ve got frienemies I’m still loyal to The whole time they praying on my downfall for true If I ain’t doing for the cause, I done it all for you Slept in a room with burnt foil for my own good The truth hurts but my sis told me for my own good She said you’re way too loyal for your own good Shit hits then fan and then you’re feeling like a lone wolf Snakes in the hood, I still go back to my own hood My sis always tell me I’m too loyal for my own good Slept in a room with burnt foil for my own good The truth hurts but my sis told me for my own good She said you’re way too loyal for your own good Shit hits then fan and then you’re feeling like a lone wolf Snakes in the hood, I still go back to my own hood My sis always tell me I’m too loyal for my own goodEmbed

write a song like Headie One 10-thousand aint nothin to me

Turn, turn 10-thousand aint nothin to me 20-thousand aint nothin to me Council houses was the come-up for me Now a mortgage on the top of my sleeve Yo, I cant believe that I had my pockets on E Blood— Blood on my hands, sleepless nights Cah nothin werent coming for free All of these racks aint nothin to me I come out on stage and they come with that fee Far away, I woke up to them Qs I done so much road I got blood on my feet Yo, all of those seeds that I went and sowed when I reaped Blood on my hands, sleepless nights cah nothin werent coming for free This fame aint nothin to me I already had fame with the fiends My timepiece cost me a crib up in Leeds This next one cost me a key I bought the gang some semi-autos, I couldve bought me a jeep I aint even gotta do no road and I can still put em to sleep A lot boy got shot in his back and he only wanted a P Funny enough I was with the shotty, so cheer for the cheap These feds on my case, saw me and bae, we touch Monaco for a week I went and got her vintage Chanel bag to match the Chanels on her feet Now me and gang on your playlist We went from basic to A-list How the hell can we be in the charts? I swear we was in a gang Matrix Had my wrist in a Pyrex bowl, and I had it in latex Now I got it in water, all it took was some patience 10-thousand aint nothin to me 20-thousand aint nothin to me Council houses was the come-up for me Now a mortgage on the top of my sleeve Yo, I cant believe that I had my pockets on E Blood— Blood on my hands, sleepless nights Cah nothin werent coming for free All of these racks aint nothin to me I come out on stage and they come with that fee Far away, I woke up to them Qs I done so much road I got blood on my feet Yo, all of those seeds that I went and sowed when I reaped Blood on my hands, sleepless nights cah nothin werent coming for free That boy cant be an opp, he aint nothin to me Yo, he said he aint wantin to beef You was a good citizen and a civilian You was in Uni, when I was on bail Now I see you drop a man when you was juvies But for you it was doing Afrobeats music Big lip, didnt do on a two-step And the other was useless I think hes just pissed cause the young boys caused them a nuisance He was meant to be focused on in-house beef, so I why I aint see you on movements? But I see you online I aint ever heard you go when its score time 10-thousand aint nothin to me 20-thousand aint nothin to me Council houses was the come-up for me Now a mortgage on the top of my sleeve Yo, I cant believe that I had my pockets on E Blood— Blood on my hands, sleepless nights Cah nothin werent coming for free All of these racks aint nothin to me I come out on stage and they come with that fee Far away, I woke up to them Qs I dont so much road I got blood on my feet Yo, all of those seeds that I went and sowed when I reaped Blood on my hands, sleepless nights cah nothin werent coming for freeEmbed

write a song like Headie One I heard gang got another one that violent

I heard gang got another one that violent And ops dont know about violence All the bros know about violence And it aint cause the ops done violence Rudeboy took a phone on the ride and now they calling him gliding Unlimited sliding And I cant find a soul in calling that hiding Old skengs in a dance back then if you know about hiking Dem will still pedal bike it Now its four doors then we fly out the side of Pull up skirt Im tryna catch me a write-off How many ops did a gang make sign off Chase something in the mains? now Im tried duck mans chine off How many times did these ops have to duck from the nine em These skengs aint cheap gotta fight fire with fire These things were back in Vauxhall, now we do it in cars we hire How we still boof these dogs we tired On the scoreboard but they acting, call them Josh McGuire Everytime i see man op that block had man inspired Now that pot still get rocked now there is something giant How many ops came close to dying Number one egg to the mains thats a number 1 firing 2 skengs in a ride, thats how you know we styling I heard gang got another one that violent And ops dont know about violence All the bros know about violence And it aint cause the ops done violence Rudeboy took a phone on the ride and now they calling him gliding Unlimited sliding And I cant find a soul in calling that hiding Old skengs in a dance back then if you know about hiking Dem will still pedal bike it Now its four doors then we fly out the side of Pull up skirt Im tryna catch me a write-off How many ops did a gang make sign off Chase something in the mains? now Im tried duck mans chine off1Embed

write a song like Headie One I struggle to fuckin this bitch more than once, cause its hard to trust

TSB I struggle to fuckin this bitch more than once, cause its hard to trust You willin to give anything that I want, in exchange for my love You say you want some more serious people in life, but you want me for fun I really hope you aint out there considering options, Im second to none My lovin aint coming to a price Yet they still pay me top dollar You told me to fuck on this bitch like I love her Have you ever made lovin on ice Are you in love and frustrated, you cant get this twice You call me a dog well then at least go get me a Louis Vuitton collar Just let me live up to my name , a Louis Vuitton collar You call me your dog well then at least go get me a Louis Vuitton collar Let me live up to my name, a Louis Vuitton collar She call me her dog well then at least go get me a Louis Vuitton collar You make her mess up the sheets , I finger fuck her I got shawty comin all over my Patek Phillipe Im out, I got things to do, tell me your plans for the rest of the week You say I got bad habits, sellin for when I was left in the streets For when I was left in the streets We both know that I done did nothing But nothing can turn into something, yeah You wanna cuff me, the cuffs they put me in turned into cufflinks, yeah You shouldve listened to me You cant be patient, then maybe its true that you werent meant for me You call me your dog well then at least go get me a Louis Vuitton collar Let me live up to my name , a Louis Vuitton collar You call me your dog well then at least go get me a Louis Vuitton collar Let me live up to my name, a Louis Vuitton collar She call me her dog well then at least go get me a Louis Vuitton collar Just let me live up to my nameEmbed

write a song like Headie One Bricks this shit finna kill these nggas

Bricks this shit finna kill these nggas Yeah you feel me man We got diamonds in my watch, every time I walk through, yeah Maybe you wont dance, better make that money move yeah Had a quarter in my pants, but that money made you, girl Money aint a thang, baby, hopping in the Range, yeah Plenty different years, I was looking for them bands, yeah Make em- make em pretty, ion really love that thang, girl Pull up in a Porsche, and we left up in the Benz, yeah When I hopped up out the Porsche, with the gang and not no friends, yeah I was in the trap house really, tryna make me a mill no philly Now Im live in the radio, I cant even answer the lizzy, Ill still do drillings I aint gotta say whos been scoring these points you can even ask siri S-line whip, I love false dingers, my young boy still do it on drillies Bad Bs come to the nizz, we dont want none of that love from Kiki Bomb uptown with a pocket rocket, all plat play freaky Summertime still looking like its freezing and all of this ice looking like its leaking turn 10 and the fiends still fiending, and the lease still decent We got diamonds in my watch, every time I walk through, yeah Maybe you wont dance, better make that money move yeah Had a quarter in my pants, but that money made you, girl Money aint a thang, baby, hopping in the Range, yeah Plenty different years, I was looking for them bands, yeah Make em- make em pretty, ion really love that thang, girl Pull up in a Porsche, and we left up in the Benz, yeah When I hopped up out the Porsche, with the gang and not no friends, yeah I cant trust nobody, I cant even trust my friends All my homies locked up, I aint talking bout no fence Balling like Im Jordan and these haters on the bench Baddies in my car, switching lanes, your shit rented Coolin with your ho, Friday night Im watching Netflix Money come and go, run it up and Ima spend it I was tryna hit the stain, baby, I feel like the man, yeah Remember I was broke, running to the bank, I aint had no change, yeah We got diamonds in my watch, every time I walk through, yeah Maybe you wont dance, better make that money move yeah Had a quarter in my pants, but that money made you, girl Money aint a thang, baby, hopping in the Range, yeah Plenty different years, I was looking for them bands, yeah Make em- make em pretty, ion really love that thang, girl Pull up in a Porsche, and we left up in the Benz, yeah When I hopped up out the Porsche, with the gang and not no friends, yeahEmbed

write a song like Headie One All Ive been hearing is wass

Yo Free T Free Maxy Free Jazzy Free the rest Its D Live Yo All Ive been hearing is wass Dem boy chatty patty Tell them man they can get served like Krusty Krab and Krabby patties I think they know better My young boy only 15 and hes a known wetter I had to punch my man in the face I wonder if his nose better? Shoulda known better But true say I dont really worry about beef cause im a go getter But if that chick got a back and a nice smile, I go get her But more time its only spur of the moment, I wont bell her And I aint jump out no 4-4 with a 4-4 tryna get man down Nah I rather make racks Spend it make it back and make nan proud And these mans brains wild Like how you been doing 24 for 24 years And you dont have a bag put down? So my bruddas are over, crazy My bros got flows on show and you know we ocean wavey You think dem man can ride our wave Oh no insane g Look Dreadfully embarrassing Dreadful like a dread got snipped when its dangling White ting said she in love with the Bajan voice I said wait You aint know it was a Bajan boy? She say she love it I said right der look pon dis Bajan toy Look uno dont be greedy yuh know Get like yuh matin joy Cuh dat pass di parcel She wan me to return de favour Dats someting I cant do We gonna sip 2-2 juice and tell yuh bout yuh rasshole I skididididpappap all up in yuh rasshole And den mi garn home You wont me stay but you shoulda known better She could never be bae I just get brain and let bro drill her Ithey call them dargs but we more like Lions or gorillas Youre side aint like my side nigga , go figure You should know better That ting be soright but i think that the domes better Whys man talking about flows and why gs flows better I try tell them allow all the violence and grime cause the doughs better Torment, go getter Man had a strap locked off But feds done found it That was back in 0 No need for announcement I got a bad B and shes bouncing If she aint bouncing she bouncing Bro just picked up a box now he gotta break it down into ounces D-Live always been a savage you can ask Torments always on ramping Bros got beef, mans backing Im into rapping and trapping Youre into dabbing and snapping I can probably take your life I can proably take your daddys You should go and get a job You should make your mum happy Opps wanna hold the wap Opps into holding a shanking Im into shooting and stabbings Youre into acting and prapping I aint got no time for no chatting Lets get straight to the action You should know better I would nap your sister I dont get down with snitches I will never play that victim You man a bunch of bitches Man fuck the system Fuck the system Fuck the system You should know better That tings be so right but i think that the domes better And hows man talking about flows and why Ygs flows better I try tell them allow all the violence and grind cause the doughs better Chris go get em Fed man just stopped me For a stop and search Dem fucking jakes did not know thats a dogs work Im under 18 I got half an O in my boxers Fed man said he smells cannabis I told the officer, what nonsense Teacher said I would be fool I was the brokest boy in my set And shotting sweets in school Mum said sit down a read a book, but I was out tryna be a crook Bare man thought I was soft, now theyre nearly half of me and shook Dont get it twisted, Im a humble G But that dont mean I wont pull up on vaults, like bumblebee Dem man sing to the jakes Theyre rapping on tapes and carrying ki Wanna piss me off? Go ahead, do as you please Til i get mad, flick my shank Just know i aint touching these Like bro Mans tryna make bread like Hovis While I was outside in the morning, up and down the strip like Im homeless Im a full time grinder Cant catch me chilling to much Cut from a scarf or ? You should know better That ting b so right but i think that the domes better Whys man talking about flows and why gs flows better I try tell them allow all the grime and violence cause the doughs better Go getter Go getter Go getterEmbed

write a song like Headie One Me and bro do 90 on the M-way and I’m still fresh out the system

Sapphire Losses and winnings Me and bro do 90 on the M-way and I’m still fresh out the system Still trap phones, bandos Still blenders in kitchens Just got a 9 in the PM Like the football league that shit’s going straight into divisions We’re some real drug dealers You won’t need a prescription All of my niggas do drillings All these feds tryna ask for descriptions All these feds tryna ask for a witness From way back, Headie been a OFB realist And I ain’t gotta ask for opinions I just got a source for some TT dots Told this fiend take it to the head like Krillin My social phone’s EE But I got my Lyca phone still ringin I do road for my GG My aim’s mad so it’s all safe for civilians Plus you can’t tell me about dippings More time I lean, finesse that with riddim Been love with the trap, caught feelings I stack this money to the ceiling And that’s till I’m sittin on a million And that’s till I’m on a yacht just chillin I got beef on the streets when there’s tings on the market I can’t give a show of what it cost The last time I done road, my lil bro Tizz took a 6 for that loss I got my niggas on the road and there still doin bits and bobs They got their arse filled with dots The last time I put in the work on a weekday I had my yard filled with cops And its these 3-hour trips out the M-way I got my bag filled with prof Still winning when I take a loss Losses and winnings Me and bro do 90 on the M-way and I’m still fresh out the system Still trap phones, bandos Still blenders in kitchens Just got a 9 in the PM Like the football league that shit’s going straight into divisions We’re some real drug dealers You won’t need a prescription All of my niggas do drillings All these feds tryna ask for descriptions All these feds tryna ask for a witness From way back, Headie been a OFB realist And I ain’t gotta ask for opinions Feds boomed off my door, tryna catch Headie one slippin Now they’re all up in my phone, tryna do me like Hillary Clinton I got all my lil niggas from home office Cah all they wanna do is dippings That’s why I’m out here tryna score Like Harry Kane, excellent finish Bad B come to the niz and she ain’t bringing no knickers I gotta keep shawty on O cah I can’t mix pleasure with business I can do a whole 28 by eye Moretime I don’t need digis And my trap phone just ring ring Moretime I don’t need minutes I’m on the opp block movin devilish I’m a jump out specialist Put him in the air like Nemesis And I keep my hands where the levers is I got a big ting lookin pregnant Got a big ting lookin like Rikishi I still put Chris Brown in the press But anyone fall for Karrueche Losses and winnings Me and bro do 90 on the M-way and I’m still fresh out the system Still trap phones, bandos Still blenders in kitchens Just got a 9 in the PM Like the football league that shit’s going straight into divisions We’re some real drug dealers You won’t need a prescription All of my niggas do drillings All these feds tryna ask for descriptions All these feds tryna ask for a witness From way back, Headie been a OFB realist And I ain’t gotta ask for opinions Embed

write a song like Headie One Ik ken je gewoon als die jongen uit de buurt

Yo broertje, alles cool? Ik ken je gewoon als die jongen uit de buurt Af en toe hoor ik je op, op de radio Lauw, die ik gisteren heb gezien man Hoe je met je crew omgaat, boodschap die je geeft Ik heb umh, diep respect voor jou jongen Een diepe buiging Money, power, respect Balanceer dat, want dat is een mood Kijk hoe ik ren op mn schoenen Van vechten en boeden naar, uhu-uhu Ik was al op hoeken Jij was op hoeken, daar in je wiskundeboeken Wij waren op noodles Met me hand bij mn bal en mn bal aan mn voeten Met respect voor de OGs, we kennen alle lessen van vroeger Zijn andere tijden, telefoon net de apps, dat maakt ze polluted Ze maken een klappertje, kopen Amiri, de duurdere broeken Wat geef je je moeder? Hoe laat je dr zwoegen voor duurdere broeken Ik uit mn gevoelens Echte mannen die zeggen en doen het Ik ben met gang en ze doen t t Is een kwestie van tijd voordat iedereen goed zit Maar blijf je zelf? Iedereen die kan vallen, dat zeg ik mn broeders Jij krijgt geen respect in de streets Je lijkt gek in in je video-footage Ik richt en ik scoor t Is altijd een banger als hij in de booth is Noem me geen youngin Maar money is langer en jij was niet cooling Wanneer me huis af is, is het lijp gefixt Van de banken tot stoelen Ik steek het niet onder banken en stoelen Ik zit niet meer bij banken op stoelen Stress nooit om doekoe en boetes Ben trots op die hulp te zoeken Ik vroeg het niet eens aan mn broeders Nu is het wit net het huis van Anubis And you did Couple of Ls , maar ik ben R Waggie in T , reizen S Eerst met een G , schrijf nog een K Als ik je zie, dan doe je shook Zag je niet wat ik deed met de opps? Zag je zijn face met de heat on my thing Kijken en doen alsof hij het niet weet Alle drie albums, die kwamen op één Free al mn niggas, we zijn niet compleet Helemaal psychisch, het komt door die haze Let op je bitch, want ik spuit net een spray Ik uit mn gevoelens Echte mannen die zeggen en doen het Ik ben met gang en ze doen t t Is een kwestie van tijd voordat iedereen goed zit Maar blijf je zelf? Iedereen die kan vallen, dat zeg ik mn broeders Jij krijgt geen respect in de streets Je lijkt gek in in je video-footage My young brudda JS cause havoc, get him on boot Ill do it for bro, cah he do it for me Its another concrete To the turn to a man like Rooney, I FC Dallas They dont want beef Pull out with gang Grab anything and crash They dont wanna cause grief These feds wanna show their presence is peak All the times I had to fly that window Digits in cling got left in the T Still letting off thousands of pebbles a week Please dont play that score for free Just to put that dark and light together Louis V-king with that squeeze Same shit for the rest of the week Get a OT spot by the sea-side Forget about ex on the beach Invest in waps, let them try vio We just got the first skeng, thats a reach See a opp boy and I left with the team I bet he got swept off his feet My young boy jammed up on curfews Time to ride or step or breach Man turn lizard on a sign, no prenup Cah Im loving my name And the wrist a nigga took, was worth it He finna done it for free Five hundred pounds, on a pumpy Saw another rusty Agh , all of the stuff he done for a monkey Ik uit mn gevoelens, echte mannen die zeggen en doen het Ik ben met gang en ze doen t Is een kwestie van tijd voordat iedereen goed zit Maar blijf je zelf? Iedereen die kan vallen, dat zeg ik mn broeders Jij krijgt geen respect in de streets Je lijkt gek in in je video-footageEmbed

write a song like Headie One I ain’t even going to the clubs dressed up no more

I’m telling them I ain’t even going to the clubs dressed up no more I just let the promoter know: “Mans coming in a trackie” What you take this for? Clap rounds in my tracksuit In and out the trap house in my tracksuit Young nigga tryna get it in my tracksuit You can get a home inspection in my tracksuit I clap rounds in my tracksuit In and out the trap house in my tracksuit Young nigga tryna get it in my tracksuit You can get a home inspection in my tracksuit The first tracksuit it was an Umbro Why you think I fell in love with the bando? And then the tracksuit, it turned Ralph Lauren If I could go back I’d do it all again Headie hate the feds becuh he known to them I link my clientele in my tracksuit I applied for bail in my tracksuit Until they put me in that jailhouse tracksuit Even the gyaldem love my tracksuit Only becuh it’s easy access I don’t even have to undress They like the way I don’t bop, I do the one step I hit the gym in my tracksuit 110 on a chest, one rep I got love for my tracksuits I could make any trackie match the 110s Clap rounds in my tracksuit In and out the trap house in my tracksuit Young nigga tryna get it in my tracksuit You can get a home inspection in my tracksuit I clap rounds in my tracksuit In and out the trap house in my tracksuit Young nigga tryna get it in my tracksuit You can get a home inspection in my tracksuit The next tracksuit was a Hugo AJ trackie, but I’m locked behind the blue door Touched road, push weight like a sumo I see niggas get defensive like Gattuso In my tracksuit I be representing Gun powder on it so that shit be sentimental The way I gotta smoke old friends, that shit is mental Most our beef that we got now is residential Used to chill behind the servery in my tracksuit I don’t want a shirt that’s Burberry, I want tracksuits I link the worker in my tracksuits Headie still bagging dirty in my tracksuit I like my shortie in a tracksuit Skin all gold, she got long hair She love a nigga in a tracksuit But she can’t get lippy on it cuh it’s Moncler Clap rounds in my tracksuit In and out the trap house in my tracksuit Young nigga tryna get it in my tracksuit You can get a home inspection in my tracksuit I clap rounds in my tracksuit In and out the trap house in my tracksuit Young nigga tryna get it in my tracksuit You can get a home inspection in my tracksuit In my tracksuit S-s-s in my tracksuit It in my tracksuit -spection in my tracksuit Clap rounds in a tracksuit In and out the trap house in my tracksuit Young nigga tryna get it in my tracksuit You can get a home inspection in my tracksuitEmbed

write a song like Headie One Little bro lost a boot, Cinderella

Little bro lost a boot, Cinderella Lifestyle’s like a movie, no Interstellar Anytime I get that drop, I be posted up like a selfie Me and Headz like Freddie and Jason and we treat the opp block like Elm Street All of this work in the T, I do that up ‘til I’m wealthy Hit the opp block and apply that pressure, I ran man down I’m healthy I got faith my ting won’t jam, this .44 long won’t fail me I put 6 in your back like Koscielny, I’m a Hazard like I play for Chelsea Re-up on bits of both Feds try do me for conspiracy, how they talking leading role? Luckily I wear these gloves, I could never leave my prints on those Cant mix pleasure with business, Ive gotta leave this bitch on hold One day I can twin these rambos, next day me and Tugg twin these poles Lean out the ride tryna hold that steady, I aint gotta swing this pole Pigs want the Gs on One day Im fresh home, next day Im chinging and skeng those goals Me and RV on the opp block, thats Dwight Yorke and Andrew Cole I told RV just slap it in reverse, been tryna put man on a t-shirt Tryna take mans blood home on this tonight cos finders keepers Ill wrap both hands round a 4s and spin it like DJ Grevious Re-up on loads, lose weight and still aint gone down to a medium They ask how I aint got more previous, must be a genius Skeng blow like balloons on helium, the whole gang far from lenient Went from auto spinners and leaners, to servery workers and cleaners Thats gum from heaters, to using pipes as heaters Little bro lost a boot, Cinderella Lifestyle’s like a movie, no Interstellar Anytime I get that drop, I be posted up like a selfie Me and Headz like Freddie and Jason and we treat the opp block like Elm Street All of this work in the T, I do that up ‘til I’m wealthy Hit the opp block and apply that pressure, I ran man down I’m healthy I got faith my ting won’t jam, this .44 long won’t fail me I put 6 in your back like Koscielny, I’m a Hazard like I play for Chelsea Came outta jail, got me a shank and a sim card Score points on the opps, then I just dab like I’m Lingard Had no beans on my canteen sheet, now I eat steak and lobster Just red up on budge, and bro did a yay like Drogba Put 6 in your back like Pogba Real life shit no soccer Jump out do man proper Stainless steel for the rambo, but you know that the shells are copper Wave sticks like Harry Potter Drive through Wood Green with the Big Mac and I go BK for a whopper Got a Lyca sim in my Nokia, and I make sure the batterys full My plug just gave me a brick, he already knows that its manageable I used to wipe dust off of scales, this time round Im bagging it all You was selling sweets in the playground, and I had draws I was trapping in school Rule number 1, fiends dont come to the crib Tell em just wait where you are, or meet me under the bridge I do the trap ting properly, I shot white and I shot b Moving all of this weight, I had to tell my worker to spot me Little bro lost a boot, Cinderella Lifestyle’s like a movie, no Interstellar Anytime I get that drop, I be posted up like a selfie Me and Headz like Freddie and Jason and we treat the opp block like Elm Street All of this work in the T, I do that up ‘til I’m wealthy Hit the opp block and apply that pressure, I ran man down I’m healthy I got faith my ting won’t jam, this .44 long won’t fail me I put 6 in your back like Koscielny, I’m a Hazard like I play for ChelseaEmbed

write a song like Headie One All you ever hear on the block is sirens

Sirens All you ever hear on the block is sirens Growing up chilling on the block, hear sirens Just another day on the block with sirens Sirens All you ever hear on the block is sirens Growing up chilling on the block, with sirens Just another day on the block with sirens Top floor for a few nights Tryna dodge the hood becah its fire, everyday I see those blue lights Still 90 on the M but in a new ride Cling, vases and a few wipes, Im tryna make a new life I love to do it with my old friends, cah we was stacking twenties tryna fold them It was 09 and 010 I was 17 when I jumped on a train to link a coke fiend Now Im trap phone gyming with no protein You see Im all about my risks thats if you know me Two times I never made it home from OT Call me stubborn or whatever you wanna call me Still passenger side, fast-lane I was on the wing Barely had the money for a call and she werent answering my calls Now take a guess who isnt answering at all Fuck these sirens I gotta ball, now they uncomfortable Becah I got the sauce Sirens All you ever hear on the block is sirens Growing up chilling on the block, with sirens Just another day on the block with sirens Sirens All you ever hear on the block is sirens Growing up chilling on the block, with sirens Just another day on the block with sirens The gang been spreading metal pebbles Them niggas spreading rumours, got my palm on that Luger tryna catch a brain tumour Weeks in the T, was getting tired of that Puma trackie Paid 6 bills for a Z, I aint new to trapping Big stitch True Religion jeans, I aint new to fashion We paid 8 for that dots, we aint new to cashing 17 in the Bailey, we aint new to crashing Chrome free, trigger all fucked we aint new to handtings 8 times I sat through induction, I aint new to landings What you know about riding? Done a drilling, 10 seconds later all you hear is sirens We aint new to madness, tryna take OFB through the atlas Doing road managing my canvas Doing O, practice makes perfect, perfection from practice Done up solitary confinement, feds want me fresh home again needing a consignment Sirens All you ever hear on the block is sirens Growing up chilling on the block, with sirens Just another day on the block with sirens Sirens All you ever hear on the block is sirens Growing up chilling on the block, with sirens Just another day on the block with sirensEmbed

write a song like Headie One You had bro ask if youre ready yet

Ghosty You had bro ask if youre ready yet Had to fling on them leathers, yet Seen them opps on a highroad Bro, break fast, Ready Brek Took them risk you aint taken yet You step with the wap like Fetty, yet Took chase gun jakes in a heli, yet Next day hit the stage with the members, yet Niggas talk them get backs All now you aint get it yet Man had to protect that head back Anytime I take that setback Is it me man wanna see Tetrack? You got an L, you aint levеlled yet Yet, yеt, yet, yet, yet From this block in Tottenham Before rap, nobody had problems Spinner shotguns, before NSG, Headie had options You can ask them oppers, before drill rap, we had gotcha Put six in a , before Solskjaer, we had Pogba Used to post at neighbours, now its just lobster I swear we used to shop all day, buy trainers Now its just commas It was anything green get bun in commerce Same way fans come sing it at concerts Louboutin heels restin on my covers She aint comin in Converse Cant even do last words on knockers The next last word, theyre probably a hotters Come up here shotters, now my neck all watered like it in Docklands Man must really love watches Now the hood bonkers, blame it on Now they gotta smoke man we went school with He played conkers You had bro ask if youre ready yet Had to fling on them leathers, yet Seen them opps on a highroad Bro, break fast, Ready Brek Took them risk you aint taken yet You step with the wap like Fetty, yet Took chase gun jakes in a heli, yet Next day hit the stage with the members, yet Niggas talk them get backs All now you aint get it yet Man had to protect that head back Anytime I take that setback Is it me man wanna see Tetrack? You got an L, you aint levelled yet Yet, yet, yet, yet, yet Full clip, its a movie, movie Bally to the brim like, Whos he? Whos he? Driver with a shooter, shooter All the gang need is a two-seat, two-seat Now Im top floor with a cutie, cutie I was on a T with a two and a Bluesy Profit on the dog like Scooby-Dooby Bring that rex to a bowl like Suzie Jailhouse, it was müesli, müesli Visit hall with my coolie, coolie Try turn OT New Jack City Somebody must have snitched like Pookie Four door, booky, booky Opps them tryna act up, George Clooney What I hate though, when they start tellin lies Or they start spreadin rumours You had bro ask if youre ready yet Had to fling on them leathers, yet Seen them opps on a highroad Bro, break fast, Ready Brek Took them risk you aint taken yet You step with the wap like Fetty, yet Took chase gun jakes in a heli, yet Next day hit the stage with the members, yet Niggas talk them get backs All now you aint get it yet Man had to protect that head back Anytime I take that setback Is it me man wanna see Tetrack? You got an L, you aint levelled yet Yet, yet, yet, yet, yet Embed

write a song like Headie One Swerving through the traffic, thats left, right

Swerving through the traffic, thats left, right Say  youre gang, can you say that with your chest, right? You  was fucking with the opps before you met, right? You gon stab me in the back for the best price Out on the streets, sometimes how it gets like it And  you gon let the lifestyle excise you They  say, you get out what you give, right? Thats why its hundred bottles and up, Rivo Swerving  through the traffic, thats left, right Still gotta dodge this X5, oh All the times Ive done the dirt on the next side Got nicked touching jailhouse and read Bible I  was told to say my prayers, its so vital Ask my old friends why they wanna turn rival Young nigga, Im just tryna live life We need a hundred bottles and up, Rivo They aint chasin all this paper till Im set, I Earned every inch of my respect, I Keep it real, nuffin more, nuffin less, I Know what it feel like to be betrayed by your friend I cant trust, no, I cant love, no They hear bout the cases I buss, they think I see uncle Swerving through the traffic, thats left, right Still gotta dodge this X5, oh All the times Ive done the dirt on the next side Got nicked touching jailhouse and read Bible I was told to say my prayers, its so vital Ask my old friends why they wanna turn rival Young nigga, Im just tryna live life We need a hundred bottles and up, Rivo Swerving through the traffic, thats left, right Got nicked touching jailhouse and read Bible I was told to say my prayers, its so vital Ask my old friends why they wanna turn rival Young nigga, Im just tryna live life We need a hundred bottles and up, RivoEmbed

write a song like Headie One Free all the gang doin up time you get me

OFB Free all the gang doin up time you get me Free Titch, free Brads, free all the kilers, get me OFB shit, take my ngga Heads One shit, you get me Niggas know Come on, niggas know Free my fuckin niggas OFB talkin init Free fuckin free Bradders, free , free init Obviously Farm blocks, were the realest init Tottenham Skkrrrrrr You know who it is already Big Brads OFB Locked down right now but mans soon home its nothing man Man got six it must be a fix Now Im on the wing gettin bad up by six Come on Mans soon home Free all my nggas OFB OFB OFB Come on, you already know whats good Its your boy Big straight out the Narm 7 years later, still riding this shit Aint nothin though cuz locks soon pop Still HMP riding Hear what Im saying tho My boy Headie One mixtape out now Nggas, ladies go cop that Go listen Yeah man your ngga 17 man Doin HMP at the moment man Shout to all the mandem Shout to my nigga Tubsy Come on man Shout to my nigga Headie One on the One mixtape Come on my bro Free all the mandem Sho Headie One One One One One One One Mixtape of the Year Yo its Miss 1-7 I see you, Headie One, doing your ting Big up you and big up everything youre doing init Trust me, big things are gonna happen this year Watch and see Dun know This is the original pepper inna di building Big deal and Im representin for my brudda One, you get me This is the mixtape Locked up right now Shout out my nigga Headie One Go cop his mixtape The One to Highgate to Tottenham Gang gang alla dat Headie One has the best mixtape in town Bad b come to the nizz I shouldve been on Its your boy The One mixtape come on everybody you know Its time for some drillers and trappers you know Its time for some drills and trappers you know I get man down, serious with that tune now Shouts out my ngga Headie One from the farm blocks Better be ready for Headie Ones new mixtape you know Its out soon, soon my g The realest in Tottenham the realest Its your boy Potter Payper Live and direct from the jailhouse Shout out my boy Headie One Shout out the mixtape - The One You know whats goin on already Dont be silly Freedom is a must Free all the guys You already know who it is Big up the OFB family Ya dun know already Shout out Headie One The truth, nothing but the truth Real rap, real lyrics Shell it down my brother Gone till November man Soon home, 1 arda Shout out Headie on the new mixtape The One ayy rapper out now You already know how it is West coast we live out here You get me You zimmeEmbed

write a song like Headie One I was way too content with depression

I was way too content with depression All those negatives turn me into a perfectionist How was I sentimental with no sentiment? Loneliness became me in my element How much cold nights did I sleep up in HM? I was way too hard to settle with the settlement Paranoia, sweetie, and the fellowship Every day, runnin round the streets, we was levellin We just levelled up These young niggas comin up Blood, sweat, and tears to get this money up Yeah, we just run it up All these VVS are trapped in the ring, Royal Rumble She mustnt open before she cant know the hustle Told brodie she in love with the flick, she dont love you Plain Louis V, sometimes the drip can be subtle Had to turn it up , playin double dutch Was comin up , tryna camouflage Bro tryna balance up on the handlebars Now they done with us, how we sum it up King and queen on the duffle I was tryna find the missin piece to the puzzle Had to walk blind, no one teached me to hustle All the times Ive fallen on a face with a new-new So much calls, youre forgettin whos who Me and bro had to sample a few clues We up now, they all think we do juju Guess thats why they all want us to lose This lifestyle chose me, you know I didnt choose The system just wanna see me in the news Racial profiling, they discriminate when they judge you In the courthouse, see this long hair like Rapunzel I was way too content with depression All those negatives turn me into a perfectionist How was I sentimental with no sentiment? Loneliness became me in my element How much cold nights did I sleep up in HM? I was way too hard to settle with the settlement Paranoia, sweetie, and the fellowship Every day, runnin round the streets, we was levellin We just levelled up These young niggas comin up Blood, sweat, and tears to get this money up Yeah, we just run it up All these VVS are trapped in the ring, Royal Rumble She mustnt open before she cant know the hustle Told brodie she in love with the flick, she dont love you Plain Louis V, sometimes the drip can be subtle In the spaceship, Im feelin like an alien Feds on my toes, they know every single alias Ive always wanted money, but I didnt want the fame with it, yeah Funny how I understand, Im feelin like Im faded feels Youre rockin with the mockers, homie, they aint real Nobody ever told me how to make a mill Hundred K in cash, Jakes behind me never take the wheel All because my nigga told me take the deal Negative, positive, Im in the papers Jailhouse, I had to forget that Im famous Im talkin that street shit and still in your playlist No gettin not guilty, Ive overcome cases For defendant, Mr. Irving Adjei  Under the charge of attempted murder We hereby find you not guilty I was way too content with depression All those negatives turn me into a perfectionist How was I sentimental with no sentiment? Loneliness became me in my element How much cold nights did I sleep up in HM? I was way too hard to settle with the settlement Paranoia, sweetie, and the fellowship Every day, runnin round the streets, we was levellin We just levelled up These young niggas comin up Blood, sweat, and tears to get this money up Yeah, we just run it up All these VVS are trapped in the ring, Royal Rumble She mustnt open before she cant know the hustle Told brodie she in love with the flick, she dont love you Plain Louis V, sometimes the drip can be subtle Embed

write a song like Headie One I just stepped in to the jeweler

Aye me nuh new We doin this already I just stepped in to the jeweler Put down ten o them bands Coulda spent it on waps But, man already got waps These opps, aint really on piss They just run to the man thats chap They just pissed off cause they been chinged If not, they already been wapped Step up to the T Look at the table This is all readies Spins on deck like a DJ Do it like Snooch and Kenny Dont make me step on them flaps Might have to do it, Ive done it already Same way I told you how I done it wit Scat He can tell you how he done it with Headie Should I step with the Dots Or the six-shot one I dont know cause im indecisive I lose composure when the opps get sighted Im still ballied up cause my freedoms priceless All of them nights in the T-house I know about night shifts Country life so they had me by the seaside I dont know about ISIS They didnt even hold me with half a B So how I still get indicted I was behind the surf Viewing with my sliders car Was hand to hand with a client Couldnt really care what the price is Still put down bread first Get that shut tight like a vice grip Dem man robbin spread bread them scrum Gun powder in the air confetti Old squad had that shit locked in Kelly Not long that I lyin I invested in many How many man ridin And up getting dipped in tea like Tetleys Then they go and start singing like Katy Perry I just stepped in to the jeweler Put down ten o them bands Coulda spent it on waps But, man already got waps These opps, aint really on piss They just run to the man thats chap They just pissed off cause they been chinged If not, they already been wapped Step up to the T Look at the table This is all readies Spins on deck like a DJ Do it like Snooch and Kenny Dont make me step on them flaps Might have to do it, Ive done it already Same way I told you how I done it wit Scat He can tell you how he done it with Headie How I get nicked, for a skeng and I hearem again All they wanna do is stress me Take a look into my cup its all Henny Take a look into this cup, its smelling like pity Eyes on the candidate send me a penny Now look at my top, that shit is all Fendi That man still tryna be bad It feels like mans been doing this for centuries I was thirty and seenin Just grazes and the bruises Not sure cause im bleeding Still got drillins all on my to-do list Im ready for war like Vladimir Putin Do her Ive done her already Even run the roads old movements Our beefs still fryin And still tryna be smart like I teased them Still tryna get this money Like the Jews, them Orphans that turned Judas Theyre bruk and they aint done no work, so theyre useless Their man aint raising no waps Theyre toothless Weve got more than one on the who team One or two slappers on the ride, thats a groupie I just stepped in to the jeweler Put down ten o them bands Coulda spent it on waps But, man already got waps These opps, aint really on piss They just run to the man thats chap They just pissed off cause they been chinged If not, they already been wapped Step up to the T Look at the table This is all readies Spins on deck like a DJ Do it like Snooch and Kenny Dont make me step on them flaps Might have to do it, Ive done it already Same way I told you how I done it wit Scat He can tell you how he done it with Headie1Embed

write a song like Headie One Music and Road, order that now

Yo Shout out Tim Music and Road, order that now Free up gang Ayy I was dead brass, badding up cats cah I got shotted by thirty P Bad B give hat, cah Im in Hats And I just blew about 30 Gs Finesse up the works then leave That blade was black, now its burgundy Now I got blood on my Burberry Crep, trackie and bally, I burnt all three I was dead brass, badding up cats cah I got shotted by thirty P Bad B give hat, cah Im in Hats And I just blew about 30 Gs Finesse up the works then leave That blade was black, now its burgundy Now I got blood on my Burberry Crep, trackie and bally, I burnt all three I used to pray for a change Until I had dirty knees Fresh home and it made me a change For the press I provide for them dirty fiends Heard these opps want to murder me Four long come wedge like Hercules Done out this batch, come back proper I aint trying to burn two whips this week Two opp blocks, both got taped Gang done burnt two pricks that week Feltham days, opps got weighed Done it like a two and a blue of each But then these strips aint new to me What you know about a Q on a, Q on a - 10 on the M, straight to the town Thats everybody getting food for free Halve a B, get it, stretch it I dont really care about gluten free Half that dots, metal, pebbles Tryna turn man to a human tree Wap get locked but my corn ting So I could have put a few in my Cuban link Make sure the opps cant come round here Like I aint tryna let them see puberty I was dead brass, badding up cats cah I got shotted by thirty P Bad B give hat, cah Im in Hats And I just blew about 30 Gs Finesse up the works then leave That blade was black, now its burgundy Now I got blood on my Burberry Crep, trackie and bally, I burnt all three I was dead brass, badding up cats cah I got shotted by thirty P Bad B give hat, cah Im in Hats And I just blew about 30 Gs Finesse up the works then leave That blade was black, now its burgundy Now I got blood on my Burberry Crep - I burnt all three Yo, man cant tell me about blocker How many times did I camp on the corner And I didnt even like the yogurt I spent six hundred pound on a shotgun Go and make it sneeze like I dont like pollen Cheap and cheerful Opps cant come around here No werewolf, whos got problems Tryna drill nine to five on the option AJ Gs, no boxing Crack cocaine, Im a play for this band Im - Nigga I dont know about Foxtons Yo And four quid to last me all week When I pulled that certi he wouldnt free up the pack Thats when I backed that tune and conked himEmbed

write a song like Headie One Might record a bloody album in my dressing gown

Might record a bloody album in my dressing gown Cut a check for a hundred thousand in my dressing gown Nike Tech and all of my jewellery Turn, turn Might record a bloody album in my dressing gown Cut a check for a hundred thousand in my dressing gown Nike Tech and all of my jewellery when Im dressing down All of them promises they made to me and they let me down We bally up and take out a old hoodie, time to get around We dealin with them mobbеrs like they Rooney whеn I turn around The judge threw the book, you know I contact when she not lookin, yeah I guess hes a pussy, yeah He just tryna deal with us, ruthless On my wrist, I can still can feel those bruises All our lives, they was callin us useless Found that situations amusing I gotta thank God for the music I was chilling in my dressing grown when I heard bro-bro drenched him down All the times that we did it together, stood over there with a brand new Beretta Thought lil bro would be gone til November, now hes just gone forever When youre out here, you gotta remember You got one chance, either now or never Agh We was innocent, kickin ball in centre Yo, tryna not get caught smokin by auntie Esther Same time applyin pressure Bruk down Vectra, yo So broke that we didnt have a tenner, couldnt afford to go hand out testers How much years did we cry for help? No one helped us How much years did we handle shit ourselves? And now they wanna call us selfish More we can catch a seven I hope the jakes dont tail us We out here eatin shellfish, forty on my pelvis Might record a bloody album in my dressing gown Cut a check for a hundred thousand in my dressing gown Nike Tech and all of my jewellery when Im dressing down All of them promises they made to me and they let me down We bally up and take out a old hoodie, time to get around We dealin with them mobbers like they Rooney when I turn around The judge threw the book, you know I contact when she not lookin, yeah I guess hes a pussy, yeah He just tryna deal with us, ruthless On my wrist, I can still can feel those bruises All our lives, they was callin us useless Found that situations amusing I gotta thank God for the music Louis V, man step in style Still cant wait to perform at Wireless So all the opps can hear the crowd Why the judge had to send me down? He defo werent doin no favours One sec on my wrist on my Rolex Then next second, handcuffed to the jailer Thats a nine bar of each Two opps blocks, start nothing on each Two cunch phones gotta rise that re Yo, I rapped what I lived, now Im on flee Shorty said Im a dresser, call me Headie Heffner Versace dressing gown, one thousand pink notes on my dresser How much years did we cry for help? Help Roses on me, it dont matter how I feel The car is in the fast lane, I hope the Jakes cant tell We uptown eatin shellfish while they pray I fail Might record a bloody album in my dressing gown Now my hard copy of my album on my dressing gown Got my Nike Tech and I got on all my jewellery I still got all of them promises they made to me Embed

write a song like Headie One Ayy, I dont even drink

Ayy, I dont even drink Yeah Yxng Bane Im with my best friends riding in the Porsche Theres no space in it but she still wont let me close the door Before the numbers gotta check the clause Cause numbers dont lie but they dont talk Niggas do the most Headie One My pops always said that I do the most Life was hard, so I took the boat and I sink the snow Now all the bad bs cute and gold My neck all cute and gold I got racks to blow, I could do it in slow-mo, do it abroad Them niggas dont want war Name me a skeng that we cant afford That dinger 350 horsepower, no horse, no gladiator, swing them swords I was in the trap I was bored Then bro tryna find the cure All these bad Bs didnt wanna know Now they wanna step with the gang on tour Yxng Bane Better pay me my respect Your big homie is a pet She try tell me Im a dog, give puppy eyes, she stroke my hair They dont like me Im a threat Bitch I pull up just to flex I bet Im wanted by my ex Yxng Bane Im with my best friends riding in the Porsche Theres no space in it but she still wont let me close the door Before the numbers gotta check the clause Cause numbers dont lie but they dont talk Niggas do the most Im with my best friends riding in the Porsche Theres no space in it but she still wont let me close the door Before the numbers gotta check the clause Cause numbers dont lie but they dont talk Niggas do the most Yxng Bane Success, no stress Mumma wants it so she gets Thats the lifestyle that we live Find me first the money next Cant forgive but cant forget Dont know cant we make it yes Cant confront me dont play chess Pussy say it with your chest When Im down cant pick me up Pull trousers down I was upset We just both cant stand the headache We lie down do head to head Niggas comin at your neck Cause youre blessed Comin at you so she said shell give me long neck but one hair Like Rapunzel Yxng Bane Better pay me my respect Your big homie is a pet She try tell me Im a dog, gave puppy eyes, she stroke my hair They dont like me Im a threat Bitch I pull up just to flex I bet Im wanted by my ex Yxng Bane Im with my best friends riding in the Porsche Theres no space in it but she still wont let me close the door Before the numbers gotta check the clause Cause numbers dont lie but they dont talk Niggas do the most Im with my best friends riding in the Porsche Theres no space in it but she still wont let me close the door Before the numbers gotta check the clause Cause numbers dont lie but they dont talk Niggas do the mostEmbed

write a song like Headie One Feds done run up in the trap

Yo, One Shoutout Kenny Roll up, yo, yo Feds done run up in the trap Tryna find where this two in the blues If my young boy aint bank Wouldve been in the jailhouse throwing up deuces Remember little bro lost that pack Didnt make him pay cah I love my juvie And he loves me too the second I tell him shoot Still catch me in the back on the dance One leanin with all those groupies The way that all these bad Bs turn fruity We make a whole load of smoothies Copped a new one, extended clip We make a whole load of movies Pull up on plan, jump out gang Ready or not like the fugees Catch me in the back on the dance One leanin with all those groupies The way that all these bad Bs turn fruity We make a whole load of smoothies Copped a new one with extended- We can make a whole load of movies Pull up on plan, jump out gang Ready or not like Ready or not, here I come, you cant hide Were gonna find you I heard shh-shh got bored up times two Real drillers, not ones nothin like you Freedom all alone Cant take off this bally, its vital Spinners and nines too Free smoke for all of my rivals This beef stays fried like Thai food I can do anything I put my mind to And count yourself lucky if you aint on a t-shirt Cah we tried too Old school like vinyl Still got a T house to take this nine too Give me an opp block to take this nine too Bring it to a opp boy, viral And if me and Frog go steppin on smoke Thats a bloody sidewalk One, ay, yo I couldnt watched telly on block Im seeing armed jakes at stupid oclock They couldnt care less if Im ready or not They ask Touch road, Im still setting up shop Cheddar on me for some bootings and drugs And I still want to spend on a- Money cant be a delicate topic Yo, Feds constantly run in the- Im tryna get me on the Forbes list Still pull up on plan and that wont change Were drillers and trappers And dem man there aint really living Theyre putting it on, theyre living it backwards Feds done run up in the trap Tryna find where this two in the blues If my young boy aint bank Wouldve been in the jailhouse throwing up deuces Remember when little bro lost that pack Didnt make him pay cah I love my juvie And he loves me too the second I tell him shoot Still catch me in the back on the dance One leanin with all those groupies The way that all these bad Bs turn fruity We make a whole load of smoothies Copped a new one, extended clip We make a whole load of movies Pull up on plan, jump out gang Ready or not like the fugeesEmbed

write a song like Headie One Feds tryna lock me away

Feds tryna lock me away But I ripped 20 tray Heard that shit there turned me cuckoo All of my niggas get paid Its that same shit, different day And none of them say nothin new Got these two bitches in train Runnin we call that shit choo choo On the estate, all my real niggas get suwu They say theyre preyin on H The same way Im preyin on you too The way I finesse on this case My niggas think I do juju That gyal give wrist she a badders Her bredrin a peng one too When they come Nizz Ima give that to Bradderz I was on the wing like Hazard Rambos, flikkys, daggers .44 fill up with mashers Them Woodgreen yutes are just dashers Tell an opp boy better have manners Ridin in voluntary jail Home, but your name been tarnished Talk bout rappers, drillers and trappers Then youd better hashtag Starrish Cant wait till this crop gets harvest .44 lift him in the air like a harness Talk bout ridin on Farm I bet them niggas get carsick OFBK, thats nonsense Get shot or stabbed, youve got options Niggas really know Im a problem I cheffed down how many man and go sleep at night It dont play on my conscience Got a bruckback like Conscience Been babies like Johnson Feds had me locked down like Bronson Thameside, Astra, Jim free-flow everywhere I posted Out on the visits Even when I knew I got ghosted Sittin on the table, waitin hopin paigons made an appearance Wouldve got crackin, jump out and smack him Right in front of his parents In jail I was rockin nonstop A lambos poppin on stop All of them outside charges All of them losses on block Canteen been orderin tuna, you know what I got in my sock Really do the ting live in the streets How many times you got shot on my block? Feds tryna lock me away But I ripped 20 tray Heard that shit there turned me cuckoo All of my niggas get paid Its that same shit, different day And none of them say nothin new Got these two bitches in train Runnin we call that shit choo choo On the estate, all my real niggas get suwu They say theyre preyin on H The same way Im preyin on you too The way I finesse on this case My niggas think I do juju The dots old and dirty, I couldnt conceal it Ive been showin off cleavage My breasts dem lookin all perky From long time Ive been workin Two trap phones on the table From long time Ive been tworkin You cant tell me bout lurkin Me and RV done all these rise like Merlins Opps dont want to see me in person .125 or German I told bro start reversin Cah you wouldve really got grabbed by the skeng If we didnt rip down Sperlin Thats 60 on the backroad swervin All of this light in the room, like I didnt close my curtains 007 get bussed out the press, turn any man into Sherman Broad day bootin, like Dorothy I dont mean Perkins Caught one of these AMs not once cah I say that I smoke, mad ting certi So the opps aint learnin From when I wake up in the AM, I gotta think money first thing Same shit, different day, Im earnin and earnin Feds tryna lock me away, I ripped 20 tray and just sit down and pray Feds tryna lock me away But I ripped 20 tray Heard that shit there turned me cuckoo All of my niggas get paid Its that same shit, different day And none of them say nothin new Got these two bitches in train Runnin we call that shit choo choo On the estate, all my real niggas get suwu They say theyre preyin on H The same way Im preyin on you too The way I finesse on this case My niggas think I do jujuEmbed

write a song like Headie One Blacked out down to the brim

Blacked out down to the brim Ain’t no need for no camo Clothes get burnt when I burst this ting .44 fill it with ammo Ramz don’t fit in no pouch Might have to slide with a JD bag Been drilling, since I came out That’s why feds wanna take me back Blacked out down to the brim Ain’t no need for no camo Clothes get burnt when I burst this ting .44 fill it with ammo Ramz don’t fit in no pouch Might have to slide with a JD bag Been drilling, since I came out That’s why feds wanna take me back Bro just asked if I got it Must be a rhetorical question Got a long ting on my waistband Like I’m tryna hide an erection Big pole, no election And it’s not for protection Offensive weapon Leave man’s bread like infection He was in gym bagging weights Tryna get a body for the beach Spent 1.5 on cash for the wap and I wish that I got it with deets The way that I’m copping these sweets Would’ve thought that I’m rotting my teeth Came a long way from popping my tees Feds were in here booting down my door Found nothing but bread and cling Headie running through all these wings But I ain’t make an order at Nandos This four and a half ain’t going nowhere Rudeboy’s going straight to the bando I just caught me an opp, he ain’t going nowhere Rudeboy’s going straight through this rambo Feds were in here booting down my door Found nothing but bread and cling Headie running through all these wings But I ain’t make an order at Nandos This four and a half ain’t going nowhere Rudeboy’s going straight to the bando I just caught me an opp, he ain’t going nowhere Rudeboy’s going straight through this rambo T house settings, baking off How long have I done this It’s going to have to take me clear Even though I met fours and punches Them man don’t know bout trapping They don’t even know where cunch is Them man don’t know bout smoke Only alongside some munchies M way trips Make sure my young Gs Chris like Humphrey I really take these risks On the opp block take the piss Sawn off rusty one I could stay on my H-O shit Sawn off rusty one I could stay on my H-O shitEmbed

write a song like Headie One Feds blew off my door for a mad ting, sad ting, talk about tem supply

Sykes, Sykes You know, you know Nastylgia Yo Feds blew off my door for a mad ting, sad ting, talk about tem supply Have you ever sat down in a courtroom, lookin at life, see your Marj aint cry? Ayy Me, I spent time on basic, phonin bro, tryna keep my head high I said Bug dont listen enough, he just wanna slide an let corn fly How many times do we go there, do it? Thing in the ride tryna make em go through it Them man had their chance but blew it, knew it, wouldve hurt more if you threw it New smoke, bro, lets go through it It couldve been an M, the ting never jammed Ride-outs aint planned, then Bug still pay, now opps get blammed My bro been in jail for ten year straight He still kept the link Alarm bells on Felltham, 9AM, its a early shift Spontaneous glides Didnt catch an M but we nearly did They see its lit It really coulda been a 30 wreck Concrete jungle Us young niggas earnt respect Stepped on opps, now my stylist scheme down my turtleneck My young boy went and burnt an opp Came to the block then he burnt that ped But he put too much petty I swear he nearly burnt down the rec Nokia, E, that was O foureen How all now I got sauna steam? Back then, man done it with a sawn-off one, now main opps see us with a G17 Tryna stay clean, but Im playing a dirty game Fore Ive been bounced for raisins, that was on a dirty caine Bust my kettle and chain Grown, now I might cop me a Plain Jane VS1 cant hide this pain Hit up, a same way Make sure your boots are laced Dont step if it aint for K One pop, well put it on a spray, now Im checking the news all day Yo, dont slip when Im outside tacking Thing on my hip, of course Im not lacking Yeah, the other side bruck, theyre slacking Real bad men, I forev be stacking, ayy Come a long way from trappin Now Im in the studio, full time rapping If she aint ten I aint tapping Slow down miss, why you always love snapping? had to hop that trade, now its up in OT flying packs, no plane, plane Gas said Im way too veng, got hunnids on me, throw bands, let it rain D-tup, still pop champagne when court get buss, its us they blame Pedal bike gliding, on the other side watch them toolies sayin Old Bailey, eight weeks, I reminisce occasionally Im feeling like the CPS hate me, luckily I know that my brownsters facety One of these feds wanna cage me , breakfast pack on Aring Well hit the strip, serving out the 80s, intent to supply, now we serve re-pastries Yo, pastries, baguettes Water, riolettes Six peds got me this country flat on let German dingers Gang got step correct No connect four, wanna call for the fourth connects Came out of jail an abused that microwave and fork Go to war, two different fours We can go long or short Dot-dot go Boom-bow Loud like the 6.3 exhaust Load that matic, do it gently, better not stuff that corn How much waps been bought? Round that up, coulda went a jewlers Fifth corns enormous, beat it, hes defo falling All year I just gave out orders, like Go there with a four in the corner Work that boy in front of his bredrins, now they got deal with trauma Embed

write a song like Headie One We make money like everyday, everyday we-a makin money

We make money like everyday, everyday we-a makin money They talk about me like everyday, everyday we-a makin money Everyday we-a hustle and-a grind make a boy try come tek mine Beg you cross that line, fill him up with carbine Yo I was sellin Os of the coke, you was on the block bunnin weed Tryna blow Os with the smoke Everyday I twin these rambos or I just, roll with the pole I keep fold of these notes, purple and pink ones Gotta get income, I aint goin broke on these roads Free my brodies on soc Pop a bottle make a toast, if you know then you know I aint gotta speak much Anyone can get it just speak up OFB coppin all this heat Them little niggas cant keep up How you gonna beef us? Oh Lord, oh Jesus Leave a nigga holy Power like Bad B phone me Angelina Jolie Yeah she got them lips, go to her yard after makin these flips Im still takin these risks We make money like everyday, everyday we-a makin money They talk about me like everyday, everyday we-a makin money Everyday we-a hustle and-a grind make a boy try come tek mine Beg you cross that line, fill him up with carbine Set box from Falkirk Cuttin tru Inverness Sittin on that G4S Cant see the road and tint the windows red I dont know how my lawyer said the feds aint got nothin Intent to supply second strike concurrent On tour like B and Jam still a problem Headies been to HMP Nottingham On the roads so much I couldnt feel the seat Problem donny said he got the link for me I was the only YO up in Winson Green Dinner time no balls Dinner time so cold 10 minute phone calls I dont do these vocals Catch that on the social Cell so small I can nearly touch both walls Tryna get a transfer put into my local On the roads I dont slip, gotta keep that local Known for that sawn off, that 4-4 Put him in the air like a concord Moneys what its all for Watch me get a girl down on all fours We make money like everyday, everyday we-a makin money They talk about me like everyday, everyday we-a makin money Everyday we-a hustle and-a grind make a boy try come tek mine Beg you cross that line, fill him up with carbine We make money like everyday, everyday we-a makin money They talk about me like everyday, everyday we-a makin money Everyday we-a hustle and-a grind make a boy try come tek mine Beg you cross that line, fill him up with carbineEmbed

write a song like Headie One Bring out the dots, get back to basics

It sounds like Nyge Bring out the dots, get back to basics If I get stopped, its back to basic Bad B, lost out down my waps and laces Ting set good, no, she can’t be basic Feds ask questions, I get evasive That’s no comment up in the station Gang can’t sleep on a violation Swear Ima spend all my savings Switch off my iPhone, back to basics No, we aint watching faces Violate us, man are catching cases I was on the high road, armed and dangerous Stepping in some Run Away trainers, no introduction needed Peng ting already know what my name is And this year its only money Im chasing Dont make me spend all my savings, do it for the cause Go play in the field, gang fluent with the ball Life is tough when you aint with the law Seven jails, no, you aint been on tour You aint ever been on license Feds still tryna put their boot through your door Yo, go there, do it with the Rambo, do it with a 4s Should just come back and do it in a wave or do it with a storm I just stepped with this 9 and shine And I aint even do it with my toes I can bruck this grub into pebbles or do it on the low They think I do ooh-ooh Do it with the gangdem, do it on our own Didnt they know its the usual? Now me and Skep in the studio Wrist all numb from the cuffs, so I just bust out my Cuban Lord knows life was confusing, now Im just chuffed No trim, they dont care if my head back rough Same way all of them gyally on us Bring out the dots, get back to basics If I get stopped, its back to basic Bad B, lost out down my waps and laces Ting set good, no, she can’t be basic Feds ask questions, I get evasive That’s no comment up in the station Gang can’t sleep on a violation Swear Ima spend all my savings Switch off my iPhone, back to basics No, we aint watching faces Violate us, man are catching cases I was on the high road, armed and dangerous Stepping in some Run Away trainers, no introduction needed Peng ting already know what my name is And this year its only money Im chasing True stories, I aint gotta lie in my raps I was beside the feds with a 9 on my lap Gotta look straight forward, try to relax If I get pulled this time, its a wrap And I still get flashbacks of the cold nights in the trap And man slept on the floor, no heater Tottenham boy, I put the T in Tanita On a first name basis with the shopkeeper And he already knows what I came for, cling film and a Ribena Big Smoke on the feature, come a long way from draws in a pouch Thirteen scores in my mouth from the same line, tryna get all of it out Fast forward, now I turned starboy, man I dont stand on corners Two left feet when your diamonds dancing, why your shine look so awkward? Its One on the chorus with a bit of Skepta, thats what the gyaldem ordered And you better lock up your wife and daughters cause all my guys are ballers Bring out the dots, get back to basics If I get stopped, its back to basic Bad B, lost out down my waps and laces Ting set good, no, she can’t be basic Feds ask questions, I get evasive That’s no comment up in the station Gang can’t sleep on a violation Swear Ima spend all my savings Switch off my iPhone, back to basics No, we aint watching faces Violate us, man are catching cases I was on the high road, armed and dangerous Stepping in some Run Away trainers, no introduction needed Peng ting already know what my name is And this year its only money Im chasing1Embed

write a song like Headie One Blow a bag when I touch down, sundown

Blow a bag when I touch down, sundown Everything gotta be uptown, shutdown Shows everywhere, I get love now She said Im mad over you like I run town, run town Couldnt ever get the buss, bussdown Speed around the trap, now I buss down This wap cost a leg and a arm My shoes and my shirt Saint Lauren Gelato 43 in my palm These racks gon make everything calm These racks gon make everything calm These racks gon make everything calm These racks gon make еverything calm These racks gon make everything calm These racks gon make everything calm These racks gon make everything calm These racks gon make everything calm Fifty-fifty bands on touchdown I just hit a lick, bought a bussdown Ima put her on a jet til I turn around I was meetin with the plug for a hundred pounds Woah, rich when I trap til sundown You gon set up shop and get shut down I got a Spanish bitch, I met her uptown You wont never catch me with my gun down Ooh, run it up, get shut down Got the racks on me like the bank now Gotta chop it loud like surround sound Gotta hit the plug when I touch down Blow a bag when I touch down, sundown Everything gotta be uptown, shutdown Shows everywhere, I get love now She said Im mad over you like I run town, run town Couldnt ever get the buss, bussdown Speed around the trap, now I buss down This wap cost a leg and a arm My shoes and my shirt Saint Lauren Gelato 43 in my palm These racks gon make everything calm These racks gon make everything calm These racks gon make everything calm These racks gon make everything calm These racks gon make everything calm These racks gon make everything calm These racks gon make everything calm These racks gon make everything calm My futures so bright, they hold me back on my past They dont want me up in the charts, they havent got heart All they do is talk Yo, bro said, Invest in some art Louis V hat, Louis V scarf All of these years that I spent on my graft Im usin two hands just to grip on that ass That pussy give me good luck charm That pussy make everything calm We got the Trey Eight in the dance Everything wet on my arms All my bros levelling up Time we done drills and we left it to luck Dingers got burnt and got left in the park That block full of pawns, we just leave them til last Meanwhile, Im up in the Shard Blow a bag when I touch down, sundown Everything gotta be uptown, shutdown Shows everywhere, I get love now She said Im mad over you like I run town, run town Couldnt ever get the buss, bussdown Speed around the trap, now I buss down This wap cost a leg and a arm My shoes and my shirt Saint Lauren Gelato 43 in my palm These racks gon make everything calm These racks gon make everything calm These racks gon make everything calm These racks gon make everything calm These racks gon make everything calm These racks gon make everything calm These racks gon make everything calm These racks gon make everything calm Embed

write a song like Headie One Free all the G’s you know

You know Ai ai Free all the G’s you know Turnt I got my Nokia coming like these Bad Bs coming to the Niz I just watch that twerk Like Pebbles get him up close, and I watch that jerk My lifes like a movie, I didnt get to sit down And watch that first Whats rap when Im live in the T But watch me make that work My young boy in the bando And he only jumped to watch the work Thats why me Im just doing up M-way Then I hit the gym and I spot the work I was on the wing had time go slow and now my watch dont work Now I do this ting live in the streets All you can do is watch and learn I was fresh home 015 I nearly ran out of Ps How many times did I hit the M-way Twice in a day with a quarter of each Man cant tell me bout expenses I had weeks that I trapped for free Right now Im in studio B And I got a quarter to a stack on me Been, tryna double this Re Old school days I was way to stubborn Hitting opp blocks with my pockets on E Do it for OFB, come a long way from popping those Ts Right now Im way too pluggy I got all of these sockets on me Doing up dates with bae Pocket rocket on me Rolling deep with a brand new freeze Thats basically last weeks profit on me These skengs dont come for free I gotta stay woke Cah they want me in Winchey again I aint too young to go Coldingley Aii All them times I couldn’t get me a runner It was me that went O for me Turnt know To all the G G’s OOEmbed

write a song like Headie One Got big clips, its gonna be a fuckin movie

Ay Got big clips, its gonna be a fuckin movie The opps are wet, we leave them drenched Bitches, they act like Gucci The silence we caused back then Pushbike ting, never knew about hoopties Back out the wap and borley cause that yute looks way to bookey I still find Lambeth bookey cah the feds stop and search when they see me .44s in a four-door, I started that shit, now they want a repeat Still put the fours in a ride Lean out, scratch out his head-back easy My young niggas out here shavin, crazy, comin like Yao or Sidi My bro just stepped out in VV Diamonds dancin, look at them sparklin, thats all the graftin They hate cah theyre starvin No money for waps, what are they barkin? Im out ere graftin Im way too black so I still gotta bargain Pushbike on a bruckbike on the other side, he wan see me Really? Two dum-dums, hit you up, make you dissapear like a genie Done nuff road in my Air Max, shout Nank for the freebie Bujj comin in TT, man step with VVs Studio with the gangdem, Haman there best believe me Got a peng but she needy I just like her cah she freaky .44s in the four-door, my young boys had it on repeat Next week, my young boys started drivin, discreetly Yeah, yeah Four-doors filled up with sweeties Take risks thats everyday, I wish the undies dont see me Free the gangdem locked up, I buy the whole table when they see me Jump out, jump out gang, my mum see me on TV We done did it again All of that talk, yeah I hear all of that We done did it again I said I wont do it again, but I just ran through an opp blow again Informal, you know man puttin up two bruckbacks in a rent Man pullin up, lettin that go Shellin it down like a show Strap that clean I had my turn Now Im taggin their bro Bad B come to the 6 and she lookin all cute in a Fendi brin Man mashed that down, bare wass and woi when I mix Virgil with Me and J bruck this whole white bitch down in the con like we doin up bondage 56 went in soft, wish I could get the same out solid In the bando I got knowledge I put the trap before college Ive been in the jailhouse doin up porridge, werent too far from Nottingham Forest It couldve been way more jewels and Loubs but Id rather have orders and choppers Pull up on the opp block , 007 like Quantum of Solace Dem man been pushin their friends From kway theyve been doin up mosh pit The dots old and rusty, it really shouldve been in a hospice Instead its live in the streets Broad day bootings, then Im with bae and kickin back, coolin The savs tryna carry and score but I love me a cat like Alfie and Moon Then I wake up and throw me a 20, before Ive even tied my shoes If it werent Six or Itch that bunning, it was probably me or M Could be defo T Trap, could be R6 or Skeng Rise that rotty, let it kweng Snoopy skid that bike on them , you know thats 300 up, no less Got new waps when bro went jail but I still got waps for my big bro Wess I dont wanna talk bout --- Look, they talked on our name, we went there live and took their crown Bro smoked on in the face That was 013, and they wont slide round ABV when I dip man down Just the other day bro stike one, now hes doin BlocBoy JB now We done did it again All of that talk, yeah I hear all of that We done did it again I said I wont do it again, but I just ran through an opp blow again Informal, you know man puttin up two bruckbacks in a rent Man pullin up, lettin that go Shellin it down like a show Strap that clean I had my turn Now Im taggin their bro Bad B come to the 6 and she lookin all cute in a Fendi brin Man mashed that down, bare wass and woi when I mix Virgil with Embed

write a song like Headie One Move weight I love, latex gloves

Free the GGs Move weight I love, latex gloves Skengs, rambos, flickies, theyre all part of my favourite stuff Boys in blue still want me on the wing no Damien Duff My young boy done a week in the T and all now I aint changed it up Im still risk taking Grub in the mattress, sawn-off joints in the basement Feds wanna boom that door, they found that one room had no replacement But it aint nuttin, from long time my shh game been amazing All I wanna do is get these readies, I been impatient No time wasting, I fold me a 20, thats before Ive even tied my laces Night shift day shift See if youre on the track then you better have me on your playlist Me and RV thats Freddy and Jason I mean Jason and Freddy Twin these rambos back them both Im tryna get cheffy If I chase me an opp Im tryna make somebody chase some Henny Fucking with the gang thats deadly Cah the team been horrid, and thats way before Henry Bad b asked what I do, I said I been chinging and crashing But she way too inna, I gotta tell her cool off boo I dont wanna do no chatting, unless youre gonna lock this hand ting Still turn this one into two, and I make grub fly like Aladdin Bad b asked what I do, I said I been chinging and crashing Way too inna, had to tell her cool off boo I dont wanna do no chatting, unless youre gonna lock this hand ting Turn this one into two, and I make that fly like Aladdin Used to get the light in a rock, I put the brown in the press like Foxy I mean the jakes wan lock me, minus degrees in Scotty Bad b come to the niz, she asked my hobby Im a driller and trapper, in my spare time I jump out and do man properly I been doing up O too much, my accent nearly turned cockney With a sawn-off dotty, and since then its been headers and volleys Free up my big bro RollieEmbed

write a song like Headie One Welcome to your EE voicemail

Welcome to your EE voicemail You have six new messages First new message received Tuesday, July 6th at 5:03 PM I think about you all the time, stay in my bubble at the same time Go treat you like a ho, but then I cuff you at the same time You know I love to fuck you, but then fuck you at the same time I dont really trust you, but I trust you at the same time Had a dream that you went out there with that pussy, and it aint right But, what I dont know will never hurt me, so just liе to me I want you, but, I dont want you, its my constant indecisivenеss Sometimes, I feel I need a billion of a side bitches I hate you, I love you, the same time Want peace and then argue the same time Want nothing but money, the same time Put nothing above you, the same time Darling, I love you, when I see you I dont ever answer your Facetime I dont dont want you to feel out of place, I cant have you comfortable, same time I , the same time You want me to, my playtime All of these things that you hear through the grapevine Got teeth think Im a K-9 Will you stand by my side, will you ride with me Through all my constant indecisiveness Yeah, I know you try I know you try with me To return the call at your normal call rate, press # To listen to the message again, press 1 To save the message, press 2 To delete the message, press 31Embed

write a song like Headie One G17, of course Im protected

Galore You know, you know Kalani, I hate you Uh, uh Viper Yo G17, of course Im protected Gang slide through unexpected Bro swung his blade and eject him Luckily my man resurrected Stick on me, little stiff in my pants, uh Of course its erecting Bad boy from the Nizzy estate Buckin to opps, no way am I selectin G17, of course Im protected Gang slide through unexpected Bro swung his blade and eject him Luckily my man resurrected Stick on me, little stiff in my pants, uh Of course its erecting Bad boy from the Nizzy estate Buckin to opps, no way am I selectin I made the heatwave, burn them and its kinda chingy I want two-pack, no Biggie, but Im still makin this P like Diddy And she knows Im a bad boy, so this bad bitch wanna get jiggy Jiggy on deck, got back and chest, wont forget that her face is pretty Wont forget that her face is pretty, cause the gyaldem off this Lizzy Ya zimme? Gotta get back to the trizzy Im gettin busy, they talk like Siri, still get chilly Best go low when I bang this glizzy Pop that shit, they know Im fizzy Come correct, me step in nizzy Bill up, I bill me a spliff and light that Any pump man whip, I fly that We killy them, in-out the four-door hatchback Dont have to tap that, man, I fly through, snap backs Kung-fu chop that, brought the bruck back Man, they all of them junk flat Big .44, no Russian Roulette, add six in the spinta Man stealth like Ninja Cuttin up your hands like splinter No bruck, no ding dong Press the gas fast and were gone like Sprinter And were gone like, Zoom, sweep them up with this rusty bullet Click-clack, mind your head up and nose G17, of course Im protected Gang slide through unexpected Bro swung his blade and eject him Luckily my man resurrected Stick on me, little stiff in my pants, uh Of course its erecting Bad boy from the Nizzy estate Buckin to opps, no way am I selectin G17, of course Im protected Gang slide through unexpected Bro swung his blade and eject him Luckily my man resurrected Stick on me, little stiff in my pants, uh Of course its erecting Bad boy from the Nizzy estate Buckin to opps, no way am I selectin Basic a hundred days and counting Skip me a ten and took street like Downing Racks full of Yola, wrist full of diamonds I shh on a moped, straight from the sirens How many times did the corn get outed? Bro clutched up from far and hit him Dun already told em, Faith moves mountains I was poor like Chowdhry Nowadays pound signs give me a hard on G31, Im on a moon like Alfie Didnt wanna get chipped out by the stardom That four and a half for the bando really had me feelin like Narcos Me and Loose done lockdown Still thought bread was just on a road in Harlow Well the boss callin shots like Marlow M11 trips with brand new cargo Chop it, got it, flip that parcel I trap for the bread, yeah, I know about hard dough In the bando with socks out like Harlow I aint got numbers, not like barcode Bent always used to flick seven But now I do deals, score nine like Ronaldo, dark mode First time I slapped at man, put two hot ones in his back while he ran And before that? I first lined my shank with a tie and blade, came three in a back Damn, still got spread like jam Sleep it off, rise up, hold a medi Crick man down, pour Henny G17, full click, mans steady Free smoke in a three litre Jeep, full petty Embed

write a song like Headie One Some say its a symptom of societal failings–

Some say its a symptom of societal failings– It is a form of aggressive rap music known as drill They should know better Suh, suh, s-s-s-suh Ain’t it different? I link my ting in LA But I cant fly to the States cah I got too much convictions Apparently all I talk is prison, but I don’t know no different Cah I was in jail up north, runnin another coalition Fresh home, I bought coke and whipped it I put some roses where my wrist is You aint ever made a birthday cake from Digestive biscuits Will have to take lemon juice to a piss test Every day I look up to the Lord, give thanks for all this litness Come home, fresh out the system, gymnast Rollin with smoke on my jones Pigs want all the camera on me, not the one from Dipset I still cant mix pleasure with business, sorry, princess I come a long way from broke days I got to work and fixed it Baby, are you up for this? I am feeling hot tonight Ready for the bump and grind Wheel it back and run it one more time, yeah, yeah Baby, are you up for this? I am feeling hot tonight Ready for the bump and grind Wheel it back and run it one more time, yeah, yeah Aint it different? Spent like ten years grindin’ Covered in diamonds, never been minin’ Came through, mans still shinin’ Cah I was in Homeford House with the pack And now Im in Dubai, limin Me and Headz landed abroad, two new kettles, perfect timin’ The new whips white on white, peanut butter, rose gold linin You can catch me in Central Car so dumb, when I press this button, its gone, I dont do rentals Air 1s fresher than menthol I dont wanna get ish lit, but the way that bro grip sticks aint gentle Summer time shootouts, big big loot-outs Get corn stuck in your dental Baby, are you up for this? I am feeling hot tonight Ready for the bump and grind Wheel it back and run it one more time, yeah, yeah Oi, Headie, what we sayin? Turn, turn, turn Its been a tough year But teamwork gets the dream workin Its only right that we show love to the key workers Im gassed up when Im leavin the booth And I rep for the kids, I dont need an excuse The government say Eat out to help But wont help Rashford when hes feedin the yutes What else can the drill yutes rap bout Apart from my worst days? You see me on stage but I was in jail three birthdays Standin here at the BRITs, but we aint seen as British We aint finished, we got more plaques for the critics Woo, ayy Got twenty on my wrist, Im going crazy Canary princess cuts for my baby Out the window, I can hear the Old Bailey Sippin LOUIS XIII, Im with a Casey I made a wish, I got it, then I made a wish list Bust case, was no witness A hundred in a duffle bag, I got a big fish Shorty, you need assistance My young boy got the stick like Moses with the Israelites Tellin them opp boys, Its on sight They aint outside, they stay inside We cant party if we cant get the tray inside Shoe cocaine white, teeth Colgate white You know what it gets like, I just gotta step– Trackie and my sliders, I got beef that I still dont let slide All those double Cs, I got a Chanel side Im really blowin trees in the Middle East Is you from the Philippines or Vietnamese? I dont dance, but I can shake a leg I one-two step, Billie Jean, Billie Jean Heard you want a shoulder you can cry on Rely on , and you hope that really is me Blow chronic, my rose gold flourish I hold no solace, sweet wet coochie on me Boasy and my baby gorgeous A likkle mortgage, I need them flawless I lick my thumb and Im runnin it through these commas Louis orders, get me more of this Got twenty on my wrist, Im going crazy Canary princess cuts for my baby Out the window, I can hear the Old Bailey Sippin LOUIS XIII, Im with a Casey I made a wish, I got it, then I made a wish list Bust case, was no witness A hundred in a duffle bag, I got a big fish Shorty, you need assistance Shorty, you need assistance Steady, litEmbed

write a song like Headie One OFB thats my people, them

Sorry Officer Sorry Officer OFB thats my people, them The opps know we gonna lead on them And these ’rales tryna take away my freedom They still tryna make me speak to them I said, sorry officer, I cant shed no light though You walked in the room, I rang my rights If I had the time, Id go sex your wife Once our charge dropped, you know I’m set for life French Vanilla you know a Dirty Sprite Got my quick and now some jollof rice I might take a show, if not I sell you light Ive been sellin light, off my dirty line-o The way her еyes so fine-o Come likе you commit a crime-o Maybe they should extradite you Why do all these niggas wanna take my shine They want me to pull up, take someones life Broad day chingin, its a dirty knife out the traffic light Turn the rights, and then free the guys-o Free he aint shed no light-o Free he aint shed no light-o Free my nigga he aint shed no light Free my nigga he ain’t shed no light OFB that’s my people, them The opps know we gonna lead on them And these rales tryna take away my freedom They still tryna make me speak to them I said, sorry officer, I can’t shed no light though You walked in the room, I rang my rights If I had the time, Id go sex your wife Once our charge dropped, you know Im set for life Show no emotion, my jail niggas they no orphan I use my for drug deals and to I just cant trust, there is so much that is broken-o I just trust my line-o That’s the only time that I can shed some light Try to tell me dirty, they want me feelin that work On exercise-o Had to right Told my plug come up with a better price Shh got shh, and then he got shh twice That nigga lucky that I aint left real life-o I can shed no light-o I really cannot shed no light Put the rope down, lets see some light I cant shed no light Cant you see the sings And Im top, always on top One day ima be driving a droptop One day ima be driving a droptop And Im top, always on top One day ima be driving a droptop One day ima be driving a droptop OFB thats my people, them The opps know we gonna lead on them And these rales tryna take away my freedom They still tryna make me speak to them I said, sorry officer, I cant shed no light though You walked in the room, I rang my rights If I had the time, Id go sex your wife Once our charge dropped, you know Im set for life Only real Gs by my side Dont ring off my line If you dont know the time Cant you see the signs Only real Gs by my side Fumez The EngineerEmbed

write a song like Headie One They say the pound signs turnin me crazy

ES on the beat LikkleDotz They say the pound signs turnin me crazy Just look whats it doin to me Ill put two hundred racks on his cranium and make his own friend wanna put him to sleep Funny how I used to pray for a chain Until theres bruises on my knees A hundred thou, man blew it this week Seen friends turn foes , then roses grew out my sleeve Ive seen the fiend nearly overdose And I can still hear that voice in my dreams Packs got flew out the T, no one was rootin for me They should make a movie on me, Louis on mе Look what this money is doing to me 24 hours on the strip 24 hours on thе grind In the bando, flip the switch, shut the door, close the blinds Instrumental, buss the rhyme Bro went mental and bussed the 9 Trust me Im pissed cause he lost the line And man need crooks, so dont cross the line I dont know about furlough for the pound signs, I was out there working Got round there we were serving, still outside, still pushing that German Still gripping and swerving, still got push, hit em for certain I put my hands on loads of things, you best know, Im not talking about flirting Engine purring, black light sharing, skidding and skeering Cant stop gotta keep them walls turning, turning, turning, chasing sterling Out there tryna lick shots like Erling These shots here you aint firming Me and bro we started the ting Two warriors like Cleo and Wurman They say the pound signs turnin me crazy Just look whats it doin to me Ill put two hundred racks on his cranium and make his own friend wanna put him to sleep Funny how I used to pray for a chain Until theres bruises on my knees A hundred thou, man blew it this week Seen friends turn foes , then roses grew out my sleeve Ive seen the fiend nearly overdose And I can still hear that voice in my dreams Packs got flew out the T, no one was rootin for me They should make a movie on me, Louis on me Look what this money is doing to mE Look what this money is doing to me She wanted goals like Bey and Jay-Z Then she got left emotionally scarred, Lil Baby I make this money, this money dont make me Gotta chase money cah pussy dont pay me Got a new nigga, but shell be back Shorty said Im unforgettable like Swae Lee The pound sign amaze me Look what its doin to me I just go flood the whole block with trainers One was velcro, the rest had laces Somebody on job could have got a facelift Cause the stupidity And my label love the lucrative me So next time I want ten milli, thats a platinum pay cheque New opp block, the neighbours dont know my name yet But they know theres trade Dont know how shh-shh didnt turn flavors It really could have went the Gelato way Need one hundred mil before I touch my grave I pray, I pray Until then, Im on work, bro, night shift, day shift, night shift, day They say the pound signs turnin me crazy Just look whats it doin to me Ill put two hundred racks on his cranium and make his own friend wanna put him to sleep Funny how I used to pray for a chain Until theres bruises on my knees A hundred thou, man blew it this week Seen friends turn foes , then roses grew out my sleeve Ive seen the fiend nearly overdose And I can still hear that voice in my dreams Packs got flew out the T, no one was rootin for me They should make a movie on me, Louis on me Look what this money is doing to meEmbed

write a song like Headie One Yeah, they talk about scores

Yeah, they talk about scores But these people aint scorin Now we keep it quiet So they tell us were borin Little do they know One fuck-up and we kicking there door in Yeah, its the art of war Bad when Im on my ones Tell em come with 2 or 3 Fuck dat manna come with 4 yeah Its the art of war, yeah Still with the same dargs from a puppy Never switch off of course Its the art of war Opp boy still tryna get me Feds just wanna arrest me Tryna hit a meal like Heskey My poker card will never be empty Im the Fresh Prince of Tottenham Guess who niggas are Jeffery? M Huncho, RV and Headie Dats Neymar, Suarez and Messi Im puttin work for my gunners Now I feel like seeing them again Im just tryna get rich They got me risking my freedom again I scored points in the field I cant wait for the season again Cos I got new beef So its gonna get season again That means you get slaughtered When niggas get peppered And they pay for a mortgage So I got spots like a leopard Wrist in a Pyrex bowl So you know Im whippin with tekkers Ill rise dat pole Fuck 5.0, we did it with leathers Yeah, they talk about scores But these people aint scorin Now we keep it quiet So they tell us were borin Little do they know One fuck-up and we kicking there door in Yeah, its the art of war Bad when Im on my ones Tell em come with 2 or 3 Fuck dat manna come with 4 yeah Its the art of war, yeah Still with the same dargs from a puppy Never switch off of course Its the art of war Free Brad, thats my guy Say someone done a rave to control her I was on basic coping Touch road and these tyres got broken Me and dis 4s like Krept and Konan But they soon touch the road all swollen Bet hes gonna want his shoes all golden Cant tell about scoring Been over dem sides der tryna tear shirts open like I gotta burn my clothes when I touch the wing Cah if I lack Im red toasted Dem man hope to my downfall But now theyre still hoping Back then I tried smoke with the sawnie And now Im still smokey Just done a whole night shift And now there still callin T-house looking all scary Have you ever watched Conjuring? And its all for the bread and wine Dats even those far from cold Mask on my face It could be cactus jacking your phones Yeah, they talk about scores But these people aint scorin Now we keep it quiet So they tell us were borin Little do they know One fuck-up and we kicking there door in Yeah, its the art of war Bad when Im on my ones Tell em come with 2 or 3 Fuck dat manna come with 4 yeah Its the art of war, yeah Still with the same dargs from a puppy Never switch off of course Its the art of warEmbed

write a song like Headie One Coming  up on, uh, staging, the burnout of these twin solid rocket boosters at 2 minutes 5 seconds

S-R-B separation confirmed Coming  up on, uh, staging, the burnout of these twin solid rocket boosters at 2 minutes 5 seconds Yo,  hand on heart, dem boy dere gems Flick of the, flick of the wrist, it might blind you again Roll and smoke, we did it again Juice,  man, spill, man, spill it again Step  with bros, man, aint leavin the hood without skengs Fuck a bodyguard, man got firearms Get  close thats you and your friend Bro hook the waps real life Jay aint tryna go back to the pen My nigga Jay fresh home He  got his trap phone to a men Upsuh in Chantelles house Baggin up packs of the leng Playin upfront, never retire like Pele and dem Had beefs from young Big bro cop that from young do kweng You dont know about waps, rudeboy I can talk about MACs and Stens Opp block with M, wid that M, tryna whoosh that 10 Tryna slap mans head back go home and pretend Free my young boy Kizz He got half than a 10 God forbid that I land on the wing, never again Last time man step, normal settings, suttin got drenched One stick, one for the aim Money I gained, work everyday Cookie bud that I smokes insane, loud expensive strain War ready, got waps on deck This hand ting holds like 8, its cray Still love me a dotty, slide on 2 Roll up and peb your estate But Im workin, and I stay workin Man, I got racks for days Cause Im certain Ill be makin a million All this money wont make me change Still on the block with waps and trucks with the diamonds came I heard they won the Olympics, too much 18Ks Cant do it bait face on a cam no more but truss me, my young gs will I still handle the wap kinda aight And my knife work wonderful Feds went and booted up my door For a bootin, I can sleep comfortable It was like 6AM in the station and Im face to face with a constable I was on basic, writing letters Cah love money and love weapons Still gon handle the shank with tekkerz Jump out, get some touched in seconds Tracksuit, LV sliders, and my Rambo when I run my errands And you can hear me from the top of the road when I start my engine Say sticks and stones may break my bones but I cant let feds take my phone Count like a minimum seven Thats if they inspect like Sherlock Holmes But shawty wouldnt wanna know no more if she ever knew I was serving stones Me and bro done a works Trident didnt have a clue cah I burnt my clothes One stick, one for the aim Money I gained, work everyday Cookie bud that I smokes insane, loud expensive strain War ready, got waps on deck This hand ting holds like 8, its cray Still love me a dotty, slide on 2 Roll up and peb your estate But Im workin, and I stay workin Man, I got racks for days Cause Im certain Ill be makin a million All this money wont make me change Still on the block with waps and trucks with the diamonds came I heard they won the Olympics, too much 18KsEmbed

write a song like Headie One Now I just step foot into the T

While hes in jail Now I just step foot into the T And I cant inhale I came up for the re Now I cant link this girl Its been a hour How the fuck can my tracksuit smell? I got me and bro doing too much mileage Again we gotta fill up at Shells And we just went halves on a hand ting They dont want that filled up with shells All the opps know damn well If my bros with it Im with it I done all of these jails on my lonelies Cant anybody tell me Im timid Still I cant mix pleasure with business And I had to get these numbers scripted Have you ever seen a paper Back and front just filled up with nuttin but digits? Get round there in a bruck down Vauxhall Filled up with nuttin but hitters Do it with the gang Or do it on my Jones like Bridget I was tryna get my prints off the hand ting You couldnt keep your prints off belaire like Philip You was in the VIP section drinking I was in the bando flipping Get the drop on the opp Make Headie One get any inkling And just like the bando Ill be on that back road flipping My young boys do listen But they aint got patience Finesse this broad day chinging They couldnt believe like an atheist I got old friends that I got to do em like strangers I have them all stressed back home Like they aint got papers Im on the back road doing up ching I should be at home with my ting Now like MTV theyre all in my crib With evidence bags full of scales and the cling How they take that one two stack that I made off a flip? But it aint nuttin cah I ring ring trap I do this ting daily like Blind Me and big bro spent time in the sink Like look at the flick of the wrist, still Pan look like the headpiece of Sisqo You aint taking these risks, no I see flashing lights like a disco Now all of these pigs at my door Im bout to get hit with the recall Im bout to get hit with the recall I spent all of them days in Thameside Grub got bruck like a enzyme The last time I scored on an opp I felt like doing that chest knife Fillled this dinger to the brim Then we take it there on a test drive I aim that spins like TLC I make sure I close my left eye Im on the back road doing up Jedi Them niggas sour, theyre red-eye Nothing comes before my numbers Not even my NI How many times have I been in cuffs And everything got denied?Embed

write a song like Headie One Its all fun and games

Its all fun and games Until confrontation Me, personally I don’t even entertain the talk anymore Oh, what? You think this is a game? Nah sah Reeko Squeeze, my brother CTP MKThePlug Lets add some sauce to the tape Beef me, how? Ill bring a whole cow You niggas don’t want that I get man down, my team play foul Im tryna make contact Get over here like Scorpion Do him like Mortal Kombat Sent the .22 for a .38 Upgrade my gun like a contract Drillers and violent thugs Them niggas cant ride on us Get brave and try your luck .38, rise that up Tryna get my hands on opps Feds want mine in cuffs Been round there and I aint caught my man This shits gonna drive me nuts Andy Murray, Im serving One more strike and its curtains Bitch said she likes my Insta I think I look better in person Gold teeth, I’m smurking You know R1, he’s lurking I aint gotta worry ’bout him He gon let it off for certain Free up my nigga like Trigglet Thats a real trapperholic Anytime we go in halves That pack coming in brolic Raw is raw Seen man cough up and then vomit Trap to bands See my line moving all Sonic What you mean bout dead it? You can’t take it back if you said it Me and R1 all stealth Thats two burners in a wedding Three up in a cartridge One right where the head is If you see me in a hoopty You best know where Im heading The opps do my head in Smokey settings Casual day, casual wettings He tried run away But bro wont let him Bro fist a man up in jail like Eddy from Tekken Beef me, how? Ill bring a whole cow You niggas dont want that I get man down, my team play foul Im tryna make contact Get over here like Scorpion Do him like Mortal Kombat Sent the .22 for a .38 Upgrade my gun like a contract Drillers and violent thugs Them niggas cant ride on us Get brave and try your luck .38, rise that up Tryna get my hands on opps Feds want mine in cuffs Been round there and I aint caught my man This shits gonna drive me nuts Both of them colours in the bando And the qualitys decent I get it all gone, then Im leaving I just push Peter Griffin in Cleveland I tell my young boy, dont ever think about thieving Now its ninety on the M with a skeng Just cah the workers got gready Straight drop, its TT Im talking no magic, no Houdini If theres ammunition needed I spend couple racks easily Dont worry bout your new track leakin I can leave your head back leakin In the field, man scored like Griezmann I dont really do conceding Playing up front all season I dont really do goalkeeping Skeng got a long nose like Ibra Came for Sweden The mandem said the aims mad I bet I pick him out like tweezers These sweets, Im dishing out freebies I do it for myself or the GGs I gave my young boy that dial And make sure everyting criss like Breezy Four and a half in the bando See me do mi work like RiRi The got the bro Blittz in jail Them trips he was doing was risky He soon come back like a frisbee Beef me, how? Ill bring a whole cow You niggas dont want that I get man down, my team play foul Im tryna make contact Get over here like Scorpion Do him like Mortal Kombat Sent the .22 for a .38 Upgrade my gun like a contract Drillers and violent thugs Them niggas cant ride on us Get brave and try your luck .38, rise that up Tryna get my hands on opps Feds want mine in cuffs Been round there and I aint caught my man This shits gonna drive me nuts1Embed

write a song like Headie One I used to eat breakfast, that was in school days

I used to eat breakfast, that was in school days Now I put the fork in the Pyrex Put crack in the bowl, no cornflakes White girl in the press, no foreplay 10-10 through, come bore mate Take risks and prosper Pray that I dont catch a court case Got the traphouse boomin like Metro Fleek queuin up the hallway Wrappin up points and scores Got the table lookin like a board game Had the libids with Headz and this So I phoned my bruv for a four-way Got smoke comin off always Beef get seasoned like Salt Bae Traphouse boomin like Metro Fleek queuin up the hallway Wrappin up points and scores Got the table lookin like a board game Had the libids with Headz and this So I phoned my bruv for a four-way Got smoke comin off always Beef get seasoned like Salt Bae Bro just slapped it in sports Just got the drop on an opp Bored him outside the court Im only 20 Please dont ask how many whips have I bought I was like huh, huh? Man went quiet, thats what I thought Got hella bands on my paigons Got hella plans for my enemies If you aint a driller or a trapper dont even bother stand next to me Do a drill and go sleep Wake up, spend couple bands Then its back to the opp block Zombie spurs in a tinted van They say Beckton man are all washed And Beckton man aint on job But your boy got chinged, he got shot And your young Gs car got robbed Do up the Harlem flow Switch it up with a 6er bop I can ten toe over dem sides there Cah the van went and crashed on a opp For fucks sake akh Whyd you crash on to my man like that fam? Well, is he alive? What, the vans not startin, no? Aww, fuck it The vans not startin We just done a mad ting here and shit got mad And when youre ridin you dont bring your phone so you cant really call them a cab Shits all ments Shits intense Hearin sirens gettin too close Every mans hoppin over one fence Got my rambo, I aint tryna spar Man cant question gang in the ends like they dont really know who we are Like how many times have I bored a mad ting, man I just switch up my car I bought how many foreigns, how many foreigns Gettin lit, had to insure my darrg Yo, look Like how many times have I went dem sides there On my life, we all lost count Dem man hittin civilians Rushin kids like dash attacks I got more dough than every single one of them Dem man got shooters I made them run, I cant rate none of them Got the traphouse boomin like Metro Fleek queuin up the hallway Wrappin up points and scores Got the table lookin like a board game Had the libids with Headz and this So I phoned my bruv for a four-way Got smoke comin off always Beef get seasoned like Salt Bae Traphouse boomin like Metro Fleek queuin up the hallway Wrappin up points and scores Got the table lookin like a board game Had the libids with Headz and this So I phoned my bruv for a four-way Got smoke comin off always Beef get seasoned like Salt Bae Still pissed about all this jail time Pigs really done man wrong Me and Z just a reed on the 9 Or we dont buy from opps Right, now we cant let cord by the swine, thats a lot I still did him like ooh, ooh How did his flow undermine that song? Me and big bro doin hella on the M-way We about to dry this crop My little bro on the block doin nuttin So I couldnt find his spot All the times I met him on the wrists like cufflinks Jail bakin custard It gets with mustard Both colours in the bando jumpin Movin like Shannon Tucker Bad B come to the nizz for the D dont forget those dumplings Metro boomin, ding-dong zoomin Broad day bootin, four-door cruisin Cant speak if we aint talkin bankrolls Cah Im speakin in fluent Z just lost two G-packs The Lord knows Im fumin But its these losses and winnings And Im still winnin and losin Ive been doin up trap from when I was young like Scooter Now the cigars from Cuba Cah Im metro boomin like FutureEmbed

write a song like Headie One Just put my shank through the pack, I cant lie, it stinks

Just put my shank through the pack, I cant lie, it stinks Middle finger to the middle man, I cant lie, I had to minus him All I know is ninety on the M, countless reloads and Lyca sims How can I count my losses when I like to win? See me fly out the ride, two hands on my waist, just know Im about to twin Them man trap and put it on Snap, I was in the TB, seein BB pins Do road with digis, blades, bags, clings, all kinds of things Dinger filled with autos, dotties, spins, all kinds of things I can tell you bout nights in the T Two packs with me, Suge Knight aint in the passenger seat I pick up the scales and balance the green Spent half Ps on cabs, man cant tell me bout street What you know bout bagging up? Aint had nothin to eat Ive been sittin in this spot so long, I cant even feel my feet Been doin up mileage, this week, ran through three Money and beef, I dont wanna talk it out like Santan D When you bust that vacuum pack, all kind of stink Had to cut the middle man cause he like to drink Been on the roads from long and thats way before Lyca sims Me and K doin ninety on the M, addin up fives, tens and pinks Same way you cross that road, when you cross mans path, better stop and think Two hands on a hefty ting, unbalance him I will never count my losses cause I like to win All I know is bags, boxes, girls and a roll of cling Just put my shank through the pack, I cant lie, it stinks Middle finger to the middle man, I cant lie, I had to minus him All I know is ninety on the M, countless reloads and Lyca sims How can I count my losses when I like to win? See me fly out the ride, two hands on my waist, just know Im about to twin Them man trap and put it on Snap, I was in the TB, seein BB pins Do road with digis, blades, bags, clings, all kinds of things Dinger filled with autos, dotties, spins, all kinds of things I was dealing with fiends on Christmas Day, come like The Grinch I gotta wipe down digis, cant have residue and fingerprints From kway back, been in the T, forget about King All I do is drillin and trappin, I dont really care about anything Gotta deal with opps, theyll take a mile if you llow them a inch No face, no case when gang just wind down the tints Thats another excellent finish, do it like Mandžukić Forget about Banglez, when I rise that steel, I wont miss I treat the trap phone with care cah it kicks Divide this pack into sections and I get it gone swift Three for twenty, pay 40 for six First phone call in the A.M, I just go there, collect one fifth Bro bro doin up kitchen ish, has blenders and kitchen sinks M-way doin up wrist on wrist, gotta avoid these guinea pigs Cant do induction again, Lord knows Im pissed No more bad Bs comin to the niz, instead they gotta come through with the ting Just put my shank through the pack, I cant lie, it stinks Middle finger to the middle man, I cant lie, I had to minus him All I know is ninety on the M, countless reloads and Lyca sims How can I count my losses when I like to win? See me fly out the ride, two hands on my waist, just know Im about to twin Them man trap and put it on Snap, I was in the TB, seein BB pins Do road with digis, blades, bags, clings, all kinds of things Dinger filled with autos, dotties, spins, all kinds of thingsEmbed

write a song like Headie One Still cant mix pleasure with business, sorry, princess

Still cant mix pleasure with business, sorry, princess Aint it different? Aint it different? Come a long way from broke days I got to work and fixed it Aint it different? Aint it different? Baby, are you—? Baby, are you—? (Aint it different? Aint it different?) Baby, are you—? (Come a long way from broke days I got to work and fixed it) Conducta Aint it different? I link my ting in LA But I cant fly to the States cah I got too much convictions Apparently all I talk is prison, but I dont know no different Cah I was in jail up north, runnin another coalition Fresh home, I bought coke and whipped it I put some roses where my wrist is You aint ever made a birthday cake from Digestive biscuits Will have to take lemon juice to a piss test Every day I look up to the Lord, give thanks for all this litness Come home, fresh out the system, gymnast Rollin with smoke on my jones Pigs want all the camera on me, not the one from Dipset I still cant mix pleasure with business, sorry, princess I come a long way from broke days I got to work and fixed it Baby— (Still cant mix pleasure with business, sorry, princess Aint it different? Aint it different?) Baby— (Come a long way from broke days I got to work and fixed it Aint it different? Aint it different?) Baby, are you up for this? I am feeling hot tonight Ready for the bump and grind Wheel it back and run it one more time, yeah, yeah Aint it different? Spent like ten years grindin Covered in diamonds, never been minin Came through, mans still shinin Cah I was in Homeford House with the pack And now Im in Dubai, limin Me and Headz landed abroad, two new kettles, perfect timin The new whips white on white, peanut butter, rose gold linin You can catch me in Central Car so dumb, when I press this button, its gone, I dont do rentals Air 1s fresher than menthol I dont wanna get shit lit, but the way that bro grip sticks aint gentle Summer time shootouts, big big loot-outs Get corn stuck in your dental Aint it different? Aint it different? Come a long way from broke days I got to work and fixed it Aint it different? Aint it different?) Baby, are you up for this? I am feeling hot tonight Ready for the bump and grind Wheel it back and run it one more time, yeah, yeah Aint it different? When I first stepped in the game Man tried leech on my name, now they wanna act all distant Man love smile in my face and then they wanna chat like vixens Its good, its not back in the day, woulda got yourself wrapped on Clifton I dont really take no checks, Ill warn you And I dont do threats, Im cordial I dont even Snap on the jet, its normal Black tie, but Im dressed informal Like the boys from East, Im nasty Dont do drip, but I still stay classy You wanna know, then ask me, easy Baby, are you up for this? I am feeling hot tonight Ready for the bump and grind Wheel it back and run it one more time, yeah, yeah Baby are you—? B-baby are you—? (Still cant mix pleasure with business, sorry, princess Aint it different? Aint it different? Come a long way from broke days I got to work and fixed it Aint it different? Aint it different?) Still cant mix pleasure with business, sorry, princess Aint it different? Aint it different? Come a long way from broke days I got to work and fixed it Aint it different? Aint it different?Embed

write a song like Headie One Thin line between music and road

Thin line between music and road But I feel theyre one cah I still do both Yo, all of this corn, its mental Hot shot stronger, them press seco Bruck that dots, Kinder Bueno Man added in a long-arse trench coat Wind that window, wave that whoosh, Hello Its mad how i couldve been wirin kettles But I just bought me a kettle Its mad how I got all this beef in the streets But Im with two thotties in Central Its mad how one can get so angry Stuff two smokes in the rental Its mad how I got on licence In two weeks, cop me a cheffin Bro-bro get caught with the smoke But he still caught him a sentencе I was in block cah I whacked up an opp Then I heard mysеlf on a DAB They just went back on the landing Smoke and fail in MBTs I need a girl with a body like Banks and a face like DDB Thats a hood bitch in an Uber With drugs and teeth for a DXT Trident scopin gang, comin like the TSGs All the money in the world And I still wont squash this beef So please dont talk about rides Gangs on peds, no CBT We defend like or Inter And attack like PSG Thin line between music and road But I feel that theyre one cah I still do both Was is Nizz or boast? KO slows like let that go And now we gotta vote Cah we got two nicents callin the line Its mad how I got a watch on And I still use an Iphone to tell the time Yo, all of this corn, its mental Hot shot stronger, them press seco Bruck that dots, Kinder Bueno Man added in a long-arse trench coat Wind that window, wave that whoosh, Hello Its mad how i couldve been wirin kettles But I just bought me a kettle Its mad how I got all this beef in the streets But Im with two thotties in Central Its mad how one can get so angry Stuff two smokes in the rental Its mad how I got on licence In two weeks, cop me a cheffin Bro-bro get caught with the smoke But he still caught him a sentence My diamonds VVS They aint gettin robbed like DVSs Tell my young boy bring that burner When the jobs done I delete the message Any indirects, I address it I aint selective, anyone can get it Corn will fly when I touch that button Might just do it like Didi and press it All I do in hustle Not enough hours in a day Ride for my mum, comes visit me in jail Then has to lay flowers on my grave More life like the album by Drake Came a long way from chasin paigons I just phoned my plug and I jugged this food But he aint Jamaican The hustle keeps goin I can never put in on pause That same spots that I went for cunch Are the same cities that were goin on tours And my main ting shops in Louis V She dont wear Michael Kors Dem man talk about store RV, I get it from the source Yo, all of this corn, its mental Hot shot stronger, them press seco Bruck that dots, Kinder Bueno Man added in a long-arse trench coat Wind that window, wave that whoosh, Hello Its mad how i couldve been wirin kettles But I just bought me a kettle Its mad how I got all this beef in the streets But Im with two thotties in Central Its mad how one can get so angry Stuff two smokes in the rental Its mad how I got on licence In two weeks, cop me a cheffin Bro-bro get caught with the smoke But he still caught him a sentence Embed

write a song like Headie One Me and that prick was cool

Kash Lowkey, Bradz, Tuggzy Me and that prick was cool We used to kick bull and vapors Last time that I got around there tryna grab the yute, and make paper My whole team loyal, no traitors dish out food like we´re waiters, All of my fiends getting More than half my team been jailed 4x4 drillers and papers Aint no need for retainers Designer from head to the trainers, niggas be talking that wasped until they get splashed Money is the only motto If you don´t trynna make money, then dont even come near us Its not worth any conversationEmbed

write a song like Headie One On my lean, chicks stealin my stance

On my lean, chicks stealin my stance Like Lord, Im terminating your room and board A rappers groove so smooth, P. Diddyll dance Through Chris Wallaces car door, Rob Ford I represent for my citizens who dont have a chance And one for the love of the Lord With the recycled evaluation of feelings that I know inside See the police so we still tryin to hide Why ya wanna test like youre keeping it real Smart talkin bitch, rap-pseudo intellectual chit chat Out to rob or out to steal Where the party at? Where the Bacardi at? Rеcruited to martyred on the cross of mass appеal Super sadistic, Im butter like a biscuit That Santa was a fake And we make shit shake Hip hop grip Glocks and hit cops Give a fuck if he got kids and married Ears pop, scared cops wipe tear drops Somethin bout the police and them lights that get me worried Kids get popped by all these twisted cops Now my pops was there when Uncle Roy got buried I moved out while still get to live down there And the way I puff blunts in the air And get paid And represent til Im underground Didnt pass the Tenth grade The crowd scream HO jumpin around Chorus till fade... Spit in my face, hold me down And for those that wanna get busy You know the Feds been checkin up on Bizzy From morning to night, back through darkness to light Let the phone ring and then I ask for you And man you finally got your cash right And last but not least, number one in the crew: Buckle up for safety and prepare to take flight Im kiggity comin with a gangsta like Boo Boo I think they mean they like me Nothing like its used to be She like that, and I write that dopeness I got a plan to get away Virginia is my home, I put it on the atlas Bought her an AK for her 21st birthday Til I fill up my dinner tray, with meals ridiculous Its mandatory you inhale at least a pack a day Man that girl from the sunshine state, she hot Popping mad shit, trying to be something they not Serial rhyme killa, the paper spinner The bottom line I gotta eat Return, return of the singer Cruise the block until my armys complete All my ladies are... Raw action flood the concrete Add another 16 plus another 6 And it dont matter who ya are Sprayin off the majestic rays, that knowns the writing We gotta handle with the ski mask, stocking bands, bandanas I walk in hell, bucking and fighting, scratching and biting I copped raw yay on Broadway from bananas With the thunder and lightning, this be a Fensta writing Where rap sangers lowride and talk about em colored bandanas And I promise itll have a better outcome You know what I did, you know how I come It dont seem I can think about another thing I been through it all for yall with fallout Fuck that to the wall, thats how Im living Yeah, bitch you know what Im talking about I stand up and slice the turkey, on Thanksgiving Uh! Im Max Payne wit the stock out Follow me, I bleed to get my point across Applying pressure to his wound, tryin to stop the blood loss I dont need nuthin but you girl Coulda did wrong but I was tryin to write Girl, girl you look like a pearl He had some words with somebody, pulled his heater last night Where your man, where your girl? The next day ready to do it again thats right Aint Lebron James but the youngest in the game Internationals the rules, want the money fuck the fame When these brothers try to test your crew Its pointless to say here, so let me annoint Just imagine all the thangs wed do After every meal I fire up a dank joint Shadys inevitable, our heavy influence in medley crew I almost died from inhilation comin back from Cedars Point I love it cause youre in my life And Ima continue to live li-ife Strange days and strange rays invading Bitch better have that money straight refresh edit delete source rapgenius Wont sell my soul thats degrading And celebrate let the praise penetrate the gate Like Red Dawn, but Im Judd Nelson invading Reminisce of yo folks, yo bitch, yo kids, yo fate Trust me, you need more than balls to be boss over Shit, showed you Im nice, though I aint a pushoverEmbed

write a song like Headie One Niggas dont ride in the 7

Niggas dont ride in the 7 Get the drop from a bitch that they’re out here, trynna send an opp boy heaven All the smoke in , I was talking amm with that 10-10 lemon Finna take 2 pon the 2, cah, yeah it garn lick off your melon Niggas dont ride in the 7 Get the drop from a bitch that theyre out here, trynna send an opp boy heaven All the smoke in , I was talking amm with that 10-10 lemon Finna take 2 pon the 2, cah, yeah it garn lick off your melon Yeah, it garn lick off your melon They dont wan Headie One Doing the shit that I used to And I aint been nicked in the ends But I been nicked off a 2-2 Its the views, it’s the views on your YouTube Finessing these cases, my niggas think I do juju One I went jail, now I’m back again Now they see this still happening They see my squad going like a chandelier How many times on a pedal bike saddling Its foreign whips and we manualling I was locked up in her majesties My nigga, I don’t think Im tryna go back again My gs still a hazard like Eden On a like Jessie from the 7 Headshot if theres any disrespeking Shit for real, no pretending Me and my squad balling like Kobe Fuck that, we balling like Messi Them man there think that we’re boring Theyre balling real stiff like Heskey They aint ready I still make T hot like Tetleys I dont bop when my ammunition heavy The got me fucking, missionary They aint ready I still make T hot like Tetleys I dont bop when my ammunition heavy The got me fucking, missionary Niggas dont ride in the 7 Get the drop from a bitch that theyre out here, trynna send an opp boy heaven All the smoke in , I was talking amm with that 10-10 lemon Finna take 2 pon the 2, cah, yeah it garn lick off your melon Niggas dont ride in the 7 Get the drop from a bitch that theyre out here, trynna send an opp boy heaven All the smoke in , I was talking amm with that 10-10 lemon Finna take 2 pon the 2, cah, yeah it garn lick off your melon Yeah, it garn lick off your melon On the 7, might walk with my weapon Niggas aint lacking on my block Get the drop from a bitch that theyre out here Trynna put your face on Crimewatch Slip up, man make you a Get put in my blunt Dot-dot bait so Im trynna get him down with the snub On the nizzy with the bruddas Talk bout Farm, about #Nutters Get him down with a skeng or the cutters Skrr on your block in the dingdong try leave anyting fuck up Skrr on your block on the 1-2 try leave anyting fuck up Last you rid to the nizz, they aint make it back, juice cabby Last you rid to the nizz, they aint make it back, juice cabby Last you rid to the nizz, they aint make it back, juice cabby Man Im trynna get him down with the long blade Trynna get him down with the swammy Man Im trynna get him down with the swammy Double tap when I wet up an opp Man I been to the 9, man I been round the Wood, ten toes on tops Hearing all this talk on the net But niggas already know where the opps Man Im hearing all this talk on the net But niggas already know where the opps Like niggas already know where the opps Niggas dont ride in the 7 Get the drop from a bitch that theyre out here, trynna send an opp boy heaven All the smoke in , I was talking amm with that 10-10 lemon Finna take 2 pon the 2, cah, yeah it garn lick off your melon Niggas dont ride in the 7 Get the drop from a bitch that theyre out here, trynna send an opp boy heaven All the smoke in , I was talking amm with that 10-10 lemon Finna take 2 pon the 2, cah, yeah it garn lick off your melon Yeah, it garn lick off your melon 1Embed

write a song like Headie One Ballys and hoodies, not phones in the car

M1 on the beat I say Headie You say One Headie, One Headie, One Headie, One One Ballys and hoodies, not phones in the car Them man aint on but they talk like they are Them man aint really got no arms It come like they just been foldin their arms It come like man been playin charades The way man talk with them arms One day, Im in the hood tryna pattern up shh Next day, Im recordin in France They talk like they are (Turn, turn, turn Told me turn They told me turn) All I know is money and beef Dont think I left it all in the past How these opp boys say they want beef But they aint got bread, thats all on their arse All my young boys like ten or nine Guess they all wanna chart Skengs, Rambos, flickys We got them all in the car How many man have the gangdem got? How many time man do it all bait on the mains? Gotta wish that a mans not hot Still do it in a coat like Big Shaq got Just done it in my hoody Four door swervin, no A Boogie I hope I aint got bout the judge, no Judy Ballys and hoodies, not phones in the car Them man aint on but they talk like they are Them man aint really got no arms It come like they just been foldin their arms It come like man been playin Charades The way man talk with them arms One day, Im in the hood tryna pattern up shh Next day, Im recordin in France Ballys and hoodies, not phones in the car Them man aint on but they talk like they are Them man aint really got no arms It come like they just been foldin their arms It come like man been playin Charades The way man talk with them arms One day, Im in the hood tryna pattern up shh Next day, Im recordin in France All I know is money and beef Dont think I left it all in the past Them man there different to ours Couldnt see them, we leave them to last My young boy was slackin in the T I just gave him a kick up the arse Focus, workrate, progress Put in that work then hes up How many man have the gangdem got? How much residue in my pot? How much pressure did we put on opps? How many times did we out the lot? Feds tryna find my spot Man tryna right my wrongs So I just write a song Two bad Bs in the seat, me in the middle Two Rambos, symmetry, me in the middle Rose gold with the VVs in the middle D&G, had to throw Amiri jeans in the middle I know feds hate to see me winnin They just wanna see me in the system All of those times it was runt, now we litty Cah my Laurent from Eagle I be able to Two bad Bs in the seat, me in the middle Two Rambos, symmetry, me in the middle Rose gold with the VVs in the middle D&G, had to throw Amiri jeans in the middle I just done it in my hoody Four door swervin, no A Boogie I hope I aint got bout the judge, no Judy Ballys and hoodies, not phones in the car Them man aint on but they talk like they are Them man aint really got no arms It come like they just been foldin their arms It come like man been playin Charades The way man talk with them arms One day, Im in the hood tryna pattern up shh Next day, Im recordin in France Talk like they are Foldin their arms One Talk with them arms M1 on the beat M1 on the beat Embed

write a song like Headie One Grab my gun then slide on a pussy nigga

Grab my gun then slide on a pussy nigga I will not run nor hide from a pussy nigga Im the murder man , Uzi man Essie man , Uzi man Tattoo on my face, gold on my chain I dont want her name, I change her last name I put in work, go check my net worth I dont get messy, but I do the dirt Okay, just- Pass the lizzy , pass the glizzy Pass the bucky , pass the tekky Ayy, I dont know where the fuck youre from, but Ill find out Tell gang, book a seven seater and well Pass your opp , pass the blocky Pass the cops , pass the shotty You claim that youre a tough guy I know youre lyin I know your block better than you, so why you hidin? I be on the block, like a lineman I done took more jewelry than a pirate We like models, cars and cash, but we violent Glizzy with the switch, I am looking for my rival Got his baby mama suckin on my private He told the police everything, we call him diary None of my opps aint never scoped, them niggas lyin Big 4L, that equal gun smoke and siren Opps still try test temperaments From doing drills to fashion, we LDM Gucci, bought ten, might step in for more I might go blow a bag out of boredom I left my new ho, for my new ho She taught me awful shit, make no tutorial I got that call, unannounced after two shows I pull up my trackie and I left with blue balls Might step in, twenty on me, maybe Fenty on me Big drip splashy on me, Lenny Henry on me Bad bitch come to the niz, I got plenty on me She play it right, then she might end up in a penty, probably Okay, grab my gun then slide on a pussy nigga I will not run nor hide from a pussy nigga Im the murder man, Uzi man, ooh AK man, kill a man, yeah Pass the lizzy , pass the glizzy Pass the bucky , pass the blicky Ayy, I dont know where the fuck youre from, but Ill find out Tell gang, book a seven seater and well Pass your opps , pass the blocky Pass your Glock , pass the Glocky You claim that youre a tough guy I know youre lyin I know your block better than you, so why you hidin?Embed

write a song like Headie One More than enough time to think of a plan

More than enough time to think of a plan Now they trap-trap-trappin and they think of the gang More than enough time to think of a plan Two months and I aint been home I still say my Hail Mary when I break each O Paps dont know if Im dead or alive I just bag this first Z out this nine Got nicked up in country, fell in love with this life I never knew that jail would be the next time I write My shorty when its on, doin better at life They didnt lie when they say youre out of sight, out of mind Told myself Ill make sure they cant forget mе next time I got lit, really had to takе those risks You ever sat on public transport casually with half a brick? You ever been up North? Nuttin to relate to On the wing, I had more than enough time to think of a plan Gr-grew together, tried to think were a gang Now they talkin drill and trap, and then they think of the gang More than enough time to think of a plan Now they trap-trap-trappin and then they think of the gang Twelve years an I aint been home Aint bitter, though I know thats just the way that it goes Pops dont know if Im dead or alive Aint seen the geezer since I was nine When he calls and he asks me, I just tell him Im fine Hes old, he dont really need the stress on his mind On the phone I just lie an tell him Mummys alright These times, when my Mum was still on top, still inside Lord, be my protection an light Twelve years an I aint been home Imagine, twelve whole years an I still aint got used to the cold They dont care if Im dead or alive Maybe if I a couple then theyll give me the time I was just a lil shite, uh Stripped to my rides An it had me on the strip every night So I had to do this shit to survive A couple of my olders didnt have their papers either Only people alive that could give me advice On that live-and-die shit On that how to make it by without a single ride Knowing that if I get nicked, Im not going to jail Im not like these other guys, Im straight on a flight Twelve years an I aint been home Twelve whole years an Im sick to the bone Maybe I should dip on a flight They call it a gang, fam, I call it a tribe Hm More than enough time to think of a plan Grew together, tried to think were a gang Now they talkin drill and trap, and then they think of the gang Grew together, tried to think were a gang Now they trap-trap-trappin and they think of the gang More than enough time to think of a plan Now they talkin drill and trap, and then they think of the gang Think of the gang Trap-trap-trappin and they think of the gang More than enough time to think of a plan Now they trap-trap-trappin and they think of the gang More than enough time to think of a plan Now they trap-trap-trappin and they think of the gang Gr-grew together, tried to think were a gang Now they talkin drillin, trappin, and they think of the gang Embed

write a song like Headie One Let me tell you how my animals move

Let me tell you how my animals move Step in the cut, designer shoes, done it in Canada Goose And these neeks aint touch me ever, Ive bored up their olders too Anything opp man drill it, or man fish it, Harlem Loose Crime scenes we done many plus, SA way too cheffy Anytime the opps make snaps, me, M and the Twins try lurk round Kelly Splash man down thats blood pon many, we came through and them boy werent ready Step for the kill dont bring that celly, say misch mash but their stacks on empty Got Naghz like Future got Metro, shoot that nigga if bro dont trust Slow down baby or screw me, trying on my hoodie, put it down love Smoking on dog or cookie, I see man stooky when shotgun buss You get got then you run out of luck Bruck down 20 of each I distribute grubs at the same way, President Trump distributing his speech I swear me and T wouldve been rich, if we ever had a run thats clean But for years we was doing up jail, between two Gs thats hundreds of weeks Thats all for jugging and violence, obbo in the hood thats Trident Things in the kitchen thats science, trap phones filled up with clients And the opps cant tell me bout riding, I had the whole block smelling like tyres And I know what it feels like to be dead broke, I scrapped the fuck out the Pyrex I heard a whole load of sirens How they talk about pressure? When its me that applied it I put skengs in a bruk down Vestra Dem man are Brock like Lesnar I still get it in a dance, I couldnt give a fuck about wands and sensors Circle the opp block too many times now the gang just restless My phone done a One last night, I just spent it Cause these weapons still part of expenses, Im still stuck in the trenches Been locked in a room with weights and benches, my trap phone still bench press Spend it on teeth and we aint even gotta go dentist Embed

write a song like Headie One All these jewels aint gonna make me richer, but it might just do for my little nigga

Teach me, teach Teach, teach, teach Turn, turn, turn Yo All these jewels aint gonna make me richer, but it might just do for my little nigga Little nigga wanna be a hitter, told him, Cut a cheque and go and be a driller Fake niggas made them pictures bigger, I was tryna show them to the bigger picture No more showin haters middle fingers Rather show the haters to my pinky finger I rub the clitoris, she lick my finger She dont know she suckin on my trigger finger Couple businesses and bigger blickys, now we uptown, we gettin flicky Tommy said Im makin too much money Next watch will have to be a Richard Mille Feds will pree me cah I made a killin Both in the countryside and in the city How many times did I leave the judge livid? Cause I didnt have to go step on a visit Windows are tinted, but they let breeze in Tracksuit in season, it match the interior I dont wanna see no civilians Im done takin public opinions I find this all so hard to reason Well, its time to get my head heated I try to be peaceful, tell the Gs not to put teeth in , turn Ask Edna to teach us forgiveness Teach me Teach Teach me Teach, teach, teach Yo, somebody call God for me , tell him this is daylight robbery Somebody tell the people I want an apology for all of their broken promises Promises they made but, true, they didnt owe it me They said if I get lost, theyll come for me, and comfort me But when I got lost, they abandoned me, and they talk tough for me They aint stick to their promise, yeah, they taunted me, they walk with me So now, if it aint for the fam, then its all for me Pa was strugglin to cope with me, he start to wish he aborted me Oh, how we tried everything, even tried therapy, could never tell what was wrong with me They said that I couldnt, took away the NT and apostrophe Dont look down on me, that was hypocrisy Come up from poverty, blame the economy The hustles a game of monopoly Do I blame destiny or blame astrology? So many different philosophies Before I learned to love properly, ah They took away the only thing that belonged to me What more do they want from me? Turn Turn up, turn, you know Yo Turn Want a thousand stones, never knew about seven pounds an hour Black lives matter, but in the hood, this wap means power How much time did I take that chase? Have to left them jakes all sour Now plum sauce on duck, I just watch while they light up the Eiffel Tower Its flashin lights, still I got gangdem ties Wap cost five, thats light Bro let it hang out the passy side Music and road, still I cant decide I was on the wing eatin mash and pie Looked in the judges eyes, I took that oath, I lied Hit the strip and colly, couldnt do both, I tried Street qualified, grow more on the field, thats science In the T, I learnt mathematics Made the phone do acrobatics Wheres that magic? Stretch that package, Mr. Fantastic, yo Stretch that package, grub in plastic, money in transit Lets drop this five but we need that nine if it gets too drastic Got this credit card, give it to my bitch and I tell her, Max it Been a bumpy ride, and I let things slide I should have reached in the jacket, take out pocket rockets Its hot potato, and my brothers, they will mash it I dont need no favours, I got flavours, need to stash it Never been a taker, Ima make her use the crop it, oh How much time did I whip pots? Watch my wrist lock Me, Im tryna bring it back quicker than TikTok All this bad B wanna do is lip-lock, me, Im tryna make sure the qualitys tiptop Spent so much racks on six shots, keep it away from Junebug Izzpot Hand tings for the gliding, I rise them autos for when I get pissed off Baguettes on the wing, not Wingstop, so its only right I baguette my wristwatch Feathered cushions, barely use it First-class flights to Europe, London, Dubai, act all stupid A hundred-thousand dirhams Cant take away the pain but I know I can soothe it Stretch that package, grub in plastic, money in transit Lets drop this five but we need that nine if it gets too drastic Got this credit card, give it to my bitch and I tell her, Max it Been a bumpy ride, and I let things slide I should have reached in the jacket, , take out pocket rockets Its hot potato, and my brothers, they will mash it I dont need no favours, I got flavours, need to stash it Never been a taker, Ima make her use the crop it, o-oh Shut up One thousand stones One thousand stones, never knew about seven pounds an hour Black Lives Matter In the hood this wap meets power How many times did I take that chase, Headie? How many fucking times did I fucking take that fucking chase? Laughs Its lit Yeah, seriousEmbed

write a song like Headie One That’s what I was told you know

That’s what I was told you know Loyalty first, that’s the code you know I still walk a thin line between music and road That’s what I was told you know Family first, that’s the code you know I still walk a thin line between music and road Loyalty first, that’s the code you know I still walk a thin line between music and road To bring ma back I’d go broke you know Still walk the thin line between music and road We’re extracting some gold you know Still walk the thin line between music and road They think I done juju All cause the jury couldn’t get a majority vote Before the judge told me go home you know That’s what I was told you know That’s what I was told you know That’s what I was told you know Embed

write a song like Headie One Rah, its BKay you now

Rah, its BKay you now You know I spy with my little eye Something beginning with F  Fuckboys doing up net  Talking real, were the last ones left Suck your mudda I said it with chest  I spy with my little eye Something beginning with F Fuckboys doing up net Talking real, were the last ones left Suck your mudda I said it with chest Play dirty I spy with my little eye Something beginning with F Fuckboys doing up net Talking real, were the last ones left Suck your mudda I said it with chest I spy with my little eye Something beginning with F Fuckboys doing up net Talking real, were the last ones left Suck your mudda I said it with chest I spy with my little eye Something beginning with F Fuckboys doing up net Talking real, were the last ones left Suck your mudda I said it with chest I spy with my little eye Something beginning with F Fuckboys doing up net Talking real, were the last ones left Suck your mudda I said it with chest Embed

write a song like Headie One Will I die on this road to be wealthy

Will I die on this road to be wealthy Help me, just help me Im tryna find a way to be healthy Envy so much envy Ending entities seem so tempting Venting Im just venting Cant catch breath chest so empty Know that im blessed in this body im renting Time under stress good & plenty Write with the pen a better ending Know in the end blessings pending Hard to give in always repenting Invest in my interests still never impressed so i ingest all my intent Fuck being different knew as an infant wanna leave an imprint Need no convincing to be ever so efficient Way i grab rhythms flip it switch it kill it in an instant Mental prison behind bars, villians are my thoughts So im running through these halls yes im lost with no cause On this trip i just fall & my family look appalled But they say yo stand up tall you are right where you belong Just dont ever leave your lord and dont you die by that sword Rather visit you in wards No posthumenous awards Not a clown for these bores play your life up on these boards You are reaping no rewards You are reaping no rewards Tell me, just tell me Will I die on this road to be wealthy Help me, just help me Im tryna find a way to be healthy Envy so much envy Ending entities seem so tempting Venting Im just venting Cant catch breath chest so empty Back to back is how i rip a track for a big impact yet im still intact Mix and match with the flows and facts Though im frozen cold, booth is ash Culture meets is where the people clash And i came to eat but you gave me mash So im breaking beats like im breaking teeth And i play defeat? thats make belief Needing pay for my pain relief Bleed to say what i train to be Sleep for days and i gain in dreams i dont keep it fake no maybeline so I just go with the flow Tax on my stacks say g I need more Time to attack g can you reload My eyes dont lie just ask chico Feeling frees about letting go & Ill let you know about stepping stones Dont step to me cause i stepped in gold Another story told about being bold about getting goals About new resolves, new results And its fair enough i just called my bluff Either going big or im going bust And in god we trust so... Tell me, just tell me Will I die on this road to be wealthy Help me, just help me Im tryna find a way to be healthy Envy so much envy Ending entities seem so tempting Venting Im just venting Cant catch breath chest so empty Time to test or is it time to go On a quest with the tribe new scenario Dig for the vibe that im mining for Fight all the demons and minotaurs Never sold my soul i just sold myself And i found my health when i found my wealth And i found it right in my deepest self in my deepest hell Where the demons dwell yo From the flower thrones see a tower grow Walls inside grew phenomenal Then i watch them fall just like dominoes When i steal a slice from a pot of gold Gotta pay your price not optional Pay for time & i charge double Like the fun but i hate trouble Take the bull or i take the brunt Lifes a film & its time to stunt so i need some help Im not tryna front I just need to know if you mean to help bro Tell me, just tell me Will I die on this road to be wealthy Help me, just help me Im tryna find a way to be healthyEmbed

write a song like Headie One In the first place, we rushed, dont rush, nigga

And introducing The one and only In the first place, we rushed, dont rush, nigga Niggas in the pool You dont need a motherfucking brush Dont talk to me low-voiced The one and onlyEmbed

write a song like Headie One Trying to reload in a German like EO

Trying to reload in a German like EO Trident got me on the matrix like Neo Still go put five bills in that PO For that tun tun I still pay three o My young boy went and took an L Cant even make him pay what he owe So I just hit the M and make that back We could never say nah to the dough, no Leo These opps just gotta pay homage How many times did they shhh and nyow They dont wanna take their hats off til theyre finished like Neyo Bad B didnt want to step on a visit, no Now shes pissed cause my new ting cooler than Dior Summertimе I gets real Skeng on my waist and thеse cans are real Im just twinning Rambos long like Les Ferdinand and Rio Same way they leave man spinning They went straight for this half a kilo HM Durham, no pillow Pockets nearly on zero Now theyre calling me Ceo Me and Shay top floor 44 cost mill 18 hunna for the new rusty Man grab it and kick it like rugby Yeah I was in the T house, head back dusty Looking up to nudes in country Four and a half in the bando Profit oh so lovely My little bro shitted out the pack and flushed it Tell me how he could be so clumsy? But these bad bs coming to the niz They dont really love me, but they love me From qway, been doing up upsy Yeah, swear man done up more sales than Gumtree If I get me that drop, it wont be nuttin like Humptys Backdoor bus, we could get dumpy These opps cant never get comfy Heart of a lion Skenged up for the field I might catch me a python Snakes in the grass, I dont know whos preeing on my ting Gotta keep money on my mindset Losing weight all last year And I aint ever been on no diet Yo, shh got shh all bait All now gang gotta keep that one quiet I was on heat last night, I done a light shift I couldnt even count those tenners and fivers I was fifteen stepping, stressing out cab drivers Skengs in the wiz, no licence I know full well where the 9 is I know about ridingEmbed

напиши песню в стиле Ольги Бузовой Она убежала от нелепой суеты

Цвет настроения синий… Цвет настроения синий… Она убежала от нелепой суеты Ни капли стеснения с приходом темноты Страсть, страсть над ней имеет власть Всё громче звук, и понеслась Цвет настроения синий Внутри Maritni, а в руках бикини Под песню «Синий иней» Она так чувствует себя богиней Цвет настроения синий Внутри Martini, а в руках бикини Под песню «Синий иней» Она так чувствует себя богиней Влияние ночи очень трудно предсказать По телу мурашки и ей хочется кричать Да, да, она сейчас — звезда Все предрассудки — ерунда Цвет настроения синий Внутри Maritni, а в руках бикини Под песню «Синий иней» Она так чувствует себя богиней Цвет настроения синий Внутри Martini, а в руках бикини Под песню «Синий иней» Она так чувствует себя богиней Цвет настроения… Цвет настроения… Цвет настроения… Цвет настроения синий… Цвет настроения синий Внутри Maritni, а в руках бикини Под песню «Синий иней» Она так чувствует себя богиней Цвет настроения синий Внутри Martini, а в руках бикини Под песню «Синий иней» Она так чувствует себя богиней5Embed

напиши песню в стиле Ольги Бузовой Легче, проще. Уже не кажется, так бесконечно без тебя

Легче, проще. Уже не кажется, так бесконечно без тебя Ночи, хочешь? Мне наплевать, чего теперь ты хочешь без меня Во вселенной ты был господин и никого вокруг, только ты один Но оказалось, что ты не незаменим Я открываю мир других мужчин! Мало половин, мало, мало половин Мало половин, мало, мало половин Мало половин, мало, мало половин Я открываю мир других мужчин! Чаще, слаще. Лучше чем было, сделав вывод и я остаюсь Насто-ящий. Я больше сильной и счастливой одна не боюсь быть И этот мир и стянется ко мне, тянется ко мне, тяне-тянется ко мне Мир других мужчин - стремьяна и теней, я на едине, я на, я на едине Во вселенной ты был господин и никого вокруг, только ты один Но оказалось, что ты не незаменим Я открываю мир других мужчин! Мало половин, мало, мало половин Мало половин, мало, мало половин Мало половин, мало, мало половин Я открываю мир других мужчин! Ближе, вижу я этот мир и улыбаюсь ему одному Не о-бижу тебя и больше не позволю это никому Во вселенной ты был господин и никого вокруг, только ты один Но оказалось, что ты не незаменим Я открываю мир других мужчин! Мало половин, мало, мало половин Мало половин, мало, мало половин Мало половин, мало, мало половин Я открываю мир других мужчин! Мало половин, мало, мало половин Мало половин, мало, мало половин Мало половин, мало, мало половин Я открываю мир других мужчин!1Embed

напиши песню в стиле Ольги Бузовой Ты не попал в Хит-парад моих мыслей

Слышишь, Амур? : Ты не попал в Хит-парад моих мыслей Не присылай больше мне свои письма Ты не попал или это твой выстрел, был не тому : Тебе что-то не нравится, а мне какая разница? Ведь вновь не полюбится, как не крути, дорогой Так в жизни случается - любовь не получается А значит получится, в чём-то другом : Ты не попал в Хит-парад моих мыслей Не присылай больше мне свои письма Ты не попал или это твой выстрел, был не тому Слышишь, Амур? Ты не попал в Хит-парад моих мыслей Не присылай больше мне свои письма Ты не попал или это твой выстрел, был не тому (Ты не попал, ты не попал Ты не попал, ты не попал) : И вновь оповещения, ты хочешь общения Но твои сообщения больше не буду читать Зачем мне обещания? Пошлю на прощание И о нашем свидании, ты не мечтай! : Ты не попал в Хит-парад моих мыслей Не присылай больше мне свои письма Ты не попал или это твой выстрел, был не тому Слышишь, Амур? Ты не попал в Хит-парад моих мыслей Не присылай больше мне свои письма Ты не попал или это твой выстрел, был не тому (Ты не попал, ты не попал Ты не попал, ты не попал) : Тебе что-то не нравится?Embed

напиши песню в стиле Ольги Бузовой У тебя есть весь мир

У тебя есть весь мир У тебя есть весь мир У тебя есть весь мир У тебя есть весь мир Давай У тебя есть весь мир Ты его кумир У тебя есть весь мир Ты его кумир У тебя есть весь мир Ты его кумир У тебя есть весь мир А миру нужен чемпион Чемпион А миру нужен чемпион Чемпион А миру нужен чемпион Кто чемпион, и кто тут номер один? Кто, если не ты? Ты, только ты! Ты! Они готовы по пути идти Если впереди ты, только ты! Ты! Всё в твоих руках, мир у твоих ног Сделай первый шаг, на пути сто дорог С севера на юг, с запада на восток Я смогу, если ты-ты-ты-ты смог Будто бы Атлант, небо на плечах ты готов удержать У тебя талант и огонь в глазах, прирождённый сверкать Словно ураган, дети урбана, всё поставив на кон Прямо со двора на телеэкран, сто из ста, стадион У тебя есть весь мир У тебя есть весь мир У тебя есть весь мир У тебя есть весь мир Давай У тебя есть весь мир И ты его кумир У тебя есть весь мир И ты его кумир У тебя есть весь мир И ты его кумир У тебя есть весь мир А миру нужен чемпион Чемпион Каждый шаг ва-банк, лишь тебе решать, где оставить свой след Если ты решил то, что хватит сил, почему бы и нет? У тебя есть цель, просто следуй к ней, всё поставив на кон Прямо со двора на телеэкран, сто из ста, стадион За тобой следят миллионы глаз Сейчас или никогда, никогда или сейчас Удача каждому из нас даёт шанс Используй его, ведь мы живём один раз У тебя есть весь мир У тебя есть весь мир У тебя есть весь мир У тебя есть весь мир Давай У тебя есть весь мир И ты его кумир У тебя есть весь мир И ты его кумир У тебя есть весь мир И ты его кумир У тебя есть весь мир А миру нужен чемпион Чемпион А миру нужен чемпион Чемпион А миру нужен чемпион1Embed

напиши песню в стиле Ольги Бузовой Easy, simple. And now it doesnt seem

Easy, simple. And now it doesnt seem So endless here without you Nights to-gether. But I dont really care Whatever what you wanna do : In my Universe he was the one The only one that I’ve ever been around But it turned out that you’re not irreplaceable And now Im opening a whole new world : Not enough for me, not, not enough for me Not enough for me, baby, not enough for me Not enough for me, not, not enough for me Now theres a whole new world, that I can see : Bigger, better. Now I am not afraid of leaving By myself alone You are grabber. It doesnt matter Cause Im stronger on my own : In my Universe he was the one The only one that I’ve ever been around But it turned out that you’re not irreplaceable And now Im opening a whole new world : Not enough for me, not, not enough for me Not enough for me, baby, not enough for me Not enough for me, not, not enough for me Now theres a whole new world, that I can see : Now theres a whole new world, that I can see That I can see, I-I, that I can see That I can see, I-I, that I can see That I can see, I-I, that I can see Now theres a whole new world, that I can see : I move closer to this new world Im seeing Now living in I will not let you hurt me anymore I get the power from your feeling : In my Universe he was the one The only one that I’ve ever been around But it turned out that you’re not irreplaceable And now Im opening a whole new world : Not enough for me, not, not enough for me Not enough for me, baby, not enough for me Not enough for me, not, not enough for me Now theres a whole new world, that I can see : Now theres a whole new world, that I can see1Embed

напиши песню в стиле Ольги Бузовой Мысли в голове не сдерживай

Мысли в голове не сдерживай Тебя мало мне по-прежнему Губами трогаю твоё лицо Давай попробуем из тела выжать сок Снова мы одни, без лишних фраз Словно маятник глаза вводит в транс И всё, что у нас с тобой, - одна лишь ночь Нам просто нужна любовь, пойдём со мной Я хочу знать, какой ты на вкус Ты вместо сна, ну и пусть На всё у нас одна лишь ночь Чтобы узнать любовь На всё у нас только ночь Чтобы понять любовь На всё у нас одна лишь ночь Чтобы узнать любовь На всё у нас только ночь Чтобы понять любовь На всё у нас одна лишь ночь Смотришь на меня загадочно Снова мне тебя недостаточно Готова на многое сегодня я Наших стонов, аах, словно симфония Полночь на часах всё ближе к нам Ты же видишь сам, одежда лишняя И всё, что у нас с тобой, - одна лишь ночь Нам просто нужна любовь, пойдём со мной Я хочу знать, какой ты на вкус Ты вместо сна, ну и пусть Но всё у нас одна лишь ночь Чтобы узнать любовь На всё у нас только ночь Чтобы понять любовь На всё у нас одна лишь ночь Чтобы узнать любовь На всё у нас только ночь Чтобы понять любовь На всё у нас одна лишь ночь Ночь... одна... Чтобы узнать любовь На всё у нас только ночь Чтобы понять любовь На всё у нас одна лишь ночь Я хочу знать, какой ты на вкус...Embed

напиши песню в стиле Ольги Бузовой I think I must have done

I cant wait Im getting enough You remind, just break I think I must have done I cant wait Im getting enough You remind, just break I think I must have done Остановите этот шум, мне не до шуток Стелется на стекло моё дыхание Я не живу и не дышу несколько суток Нет без него существования Всё выдают мои глаза Ты тянешься ко мне, а я сдаю назад Потеряна давно наша любовь Сопротивляюсь, как могу, но тянет к тебе вновь Всё потеряла равновесие Не разбудить меня уже ничем Я говорю, что мы не вместе Но твои руки меня ловят в плен Ловят в плен I cant wait Im getting enough You remind, just break I think I must have done I cant wait Im getting enough You remind, just break I think I must have done Мне наплевать, что скажут вокруг люди Это безумие: хранить всю эту боль Пока не знаю, что со мною дальше будет Но вижу твою тень, когда иду домой Всё выдают мои глаза Ты тянешься ко мне, а я сдаю назад Потеряна давно наша любовь Сопротивляюсь, как могу, но тянет к тебе вновь Всё потеряла равновесие Не разбудить меня уже ничем Я говорю, что мы не вместе Но твои руки меня ловят в плен Всё потеряла равновесие Не разбудить меня уже ничем Я говорю, что мы не вместе Но твои руки меня ловят в плен Ловят в плен I cant wait Im getting enough You remind, just break I think I must have done I cant wait Im getting enough You remind, just break I think I must have done I cant wait Oh-oh Oh-oh, oh-oh, oh-oh No, no, no, no1Embed

напиши песню в стиле Ольги Бузовой Но мне причины больше не важны

Но мне причины больше не важны Пришли с тобой к тому, с чего начинали Но не нужны мне твои миражи Поплачу о тебе, я обещаю Присядь, успокойся, не паникуй Ведь я, как ты в любовь не играю- Меня ты хочешь, а получишь... Я объявляю дружбу между нами Не нужно хлопать глазами Если хочешь, давай себя на всех раздавай Если ты не мужчина, а WIFI Но со мной тебе точно ничего не словить Ты всё знаешь о сексе, но не о любви Мы с тобой одной ногой в финале Но ты не чувствуешь своей вины Идёшь собой доволен, а не печален Моя душа помята, лучше молчи И не помогут вновь твои оправдания Я не вернусь к тебе - целуй, не целуй Я говорю прощай, не до свидания Меня ты хочешь, а получишь... Я объявляю дружбу между нами Не нужно хлопать глазами Если хочешь, давай себя на всех раздавай Если ты не мужчина, а WIFI Но со мной тебе точно ничего не словить Ты всё знаешь о сексе, но не о любви Если хочешь, давай себя на всех раздавай Если ты не мужчина, а WIFI Но со мной тебе точно ничего не словить Ты всё знаешь о сексе, но не о любви 1Embed

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Одна... я привыкаю Я привыкаю, я привыкаю Я привыкаю, я привыкаю : Я привыкаю, снова просыпаться одна Мне больше не больно, больше не больно Поверь, это не слёзы - это просто вода Мне больше не больно, больше не больно Я привыкаю : Наверно сама всё придумала С тобой теперь надолго отравлены Переписать хотела всё набело Но по-прежнему не знаю, как правильно Твои клятвы оказались бумажными Мысли в голову, опять словно спицами В нашем воздухе частицы заряжены Прошу, просто перестань снова сниться мне : Мне больше не больно, больше не больно, я привыкаю Мне больше не больно, больше не больно : Я привыкаю, снова просыпаться одна Мне больше не больно, больше не больно Поверь, это не слёзы - это просто вода Мне больше не больно, больше не больно Я привыкаю Я привыкаю, снова просыпаться одна Мне больше не больно, больше не больно Поверь, это не слёзы - это просто вода Мне больше не больно, больше не больно Я привыкаю : Мне холодно одной в тесном городе После тебя в душе лишь развалины И снова я плачу слишком дорого Знаешь, лучше бы друг друга не знали мы Я помню наизусть слово каждое Всё в памяти оставлю нетронутым Мои раны все тобою заражены И вновь не могу уснуть, ночью снова ты : И больше не больно, больше не больно, я привыкаю Мне больше не больно, больше не больно : Я привыкаю, снова просыпаться одна Мне больше не больно, больше не больно Поверь, это не слёзы - это просто вода Мне больше не больно, больше не больно Я привыкаю, снова просыпаться одна Мне больше не больно, больше не больно Поверь, это не слёзы - это просто вода Мне больше не больно, больше не больно Я привыкаю1Embed

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Вопросы без ответов И слезы не от ветра Друг друга не слышим Сгораем, как вспышки : И нервы натянуты, терпение не вечное Но вечные противоречия И вновь оправдания глупые Наша любовь с тобой, что-то хрупкое : Но все равно под звуки поцелуев мы уснем и проснемся Вместе проснемся И все равно мы обо всем забудем, перепишем сотрём всё И снова сотрём всё : Но все равно под звуки поцелуев мы уснем и проснемся Вместе проснемся И все равно мы обо всем забудем, перепишем сотрём всё И снова сотрём всё Но все равно под звуки поцелуев мы уснем и проснемся Вместе проснемся И все равно мы обо всем забудем, перепишем сотрём всё И назад не вернемся... : Красиво, без обмана Я буду, я стану Наивной, но любимой Хочу быть самой сильной : Нервы натянуты, терпение не вечное Но вечные противоречия И вновь оправдания глупые Наша любовь с тобой, что-то хрупкое : Но все равно под звуки поцелуев мы уснем и проснемся Вместе проснемся И все равно мы обо всем забудем, перепишем сотрём всё И снова сотрём всё : Но все равно под звуки поцелуев мы уснем и проснемся Вместе проснемся И все равно мы обо всем забудем, перепишем сотрём всё И снова сотрём всё Но все равно под звуки поцелуев мы уснем и проснемся Вместе проснемся И все равно мы обо всем забудем, перепишем сотрём всё И назад не вернемся...Embed

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Когда волной накрывает боль Уже не действует алкоголь Когда готов всё послать к буям Выключи мозг и делай так, как я! Танцуй под Бузову Под эту легкую музыку Тряси своими арбузами Танцуй под Бузову Танцуй под Бузову Под эту светлую музыку Пускай завидуют лузеры Танцуй под Бузову Когда нет выхода — только вход Сотри контакты, смени пин-код Когда начнут знатоки лечить Выключи мозг И Бузову включи Танцуй под Бузову Под эту лёгкую музыку Тряси своими арбузами Танцуй под Бузову Танцуй под Бузову Под эту светлую музыку Пускай завидуют лузеры Танцуй под Бузову Танцуй под Бузову Под эту легкую музыку Тряси своими арбузами Танцуй под Бузову Мы все танцуем под Бузову Под эту светлую музыку Пускай завидуют лузеры Танцуй под Бузову Пусть все танцуют под Бузову Под эту легкую музыку Тряси своими арбузами Танцуй под БузовуEmbed

напиши песню в стиле Ольги Бузовой Принимай меня близко к сердцу, близко к телу, принимай

Принимай меня близко к сердцу, близко к телу, принимай Принимай меня, как лекарство, как к лекарству привыкай Принимай меня и не бойся, мне в груди не разболеться Успокойся, успокойся, принимай меня ближе к сердцу Принимай меня по капле грёз Принимай всерьез меня, как воздух По следам души любовь найдет Приходи ко мне по звездам Принимай меня по ночам и за два часа до сна Дыши мной взатяг и взатяг люби меня Принимай меня близко к сердцу, близко к телу, принимай Принимай меня, как лекарство, как к лекарству привыкай Принимай меня и не бойся, мне в груди не разболеться Успокойся, успокойся, принимай меня ближе к сердцу Принимай меня без капли лжи Я в тебе открою тайну На губах дыхание дрожит Удержи его руками Принимай любовь мою, согрей и за два часа до сна Дыши, ну как есть и как есть люби меня Принимай меня близко к сердцу, близко к телу, принимай Принимай меня, как лекарство, как к лекарству привыкай Принимай меня и не бойся, мне в груди не разболеться Успокойся, успокойся, принимай меня ближе к сердцу ПринимайEmbed

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Что-то есть в твоих глазах, глазах нескромное Невесомое, не скрывай свои ощущения Что-то есть в твоих словах, словах огромное От которого вылетаешь во всех направлениях А ты бери-бери меня, меня А ты бери-бери меня, меня А ты бери-бери меня, меня Полетаем, полетаем… А ты бери-бери меня, меня А ты бери-бери меня, меня Полетаем, полетаем… Полетаем, полетаем… Что-то в твоих облаках опять по-новому С нами в комнате замечаю сегодня особенно Что-то между нами навсегда бессонное Безусловное, накрывает нас теплыми волнами А ты бери-бери меня, меня А ты бери-бери меня, меня А ты бери-бери меня, меня Полетаем, полетаем… А ты бери-бери меня, меня А ты бери-бери меня, меня Полетаем, полетаем… Полетаем, полетаем… Полетаем, полетаем Полетаем, полетаем Полетаем, полетаем Полетаем, полетаемEmbed

напиши песню в стиле Ольги Бузовой Я постараюсь уйти тихо и незаметно

Обещаю А-а-а, а, а-а-а, а, а-а-обещаю А-а-а, а, а-а-а, а, а-а Я постараюсь уйти тихо и незаметно Каждое слово твоё я сохраню без ответа Я постараюсь простить, но никогда не забуду Как посмотрел мне в глаза и отпустил мою руку Я теперь сама по себе, ты победил в этой игре Обещаю быть свободной, обещаю быть спокойной Я теперь сама не своя, отныне с кем и рядом я не была Обещаю быть свободной, обещаю быть спокойной Ты не зови меня больше, я не согрею постель Даже в холодные ночи я буду сниться тебе Не вспоминай мое имя, я уплыла к другим берегам Ты давно сделал свой выбор, за мною следующий шаг Я теперь сама по себе, ты победил в этой игре Обещаю быть свободной, обещаю быть спокойной Я теперь сама не своя, отныне с кем и рядом я не была Обещаю быть свободной, обещаю быть спокойной Обещаю А-а-а, а, а-а-а, а, а-а-обещаю А-а-а, а, а-а-а, а, а-а-обещаю А-а-а, а, а-а-а, а, а-а-обещаю А-а-а, а, а-а-а, а, а-а Я теперь сама по себе, ты победил в этой игре Обещаю быть свободной, обещаю быть спокойной Я теперь сама не своя, отныне с кем и рядом я не была Обещаю быть свободной, обещаю быть спокойной Embed

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Нам будет жарко, жарко, жарко Жарко, жарко, жарко Нам будет жарко, жарко, жарко Жарко, жарко, жарко Хочешь, останься сегодня, хочешь, останься со мной Мы не уснём этой ночью Мы полетаем с тобой Ты подойди поближе Бсмелей Иди туда, где тише Где нет людей Где нет, где нет Где нет людей Где нет, где нет Где нет, где нет Это не опасно, не сходи с ума Мы взлетаем так, что кругом голова Не узнает папа, где я до утра — Точно знаю я Нам будет жарко Нам будет жарко Да-да-да жарко До утра, до утра, до утра Нам будет жарко, нам будет жарко Да-да-да, жарко До утра, до утра, до утра Я растворяюсь в тебе Я растворяюсь, как дым Я не хочу слышать нет Ты мой адреналин Давай ходить по краю, будь смелей Голову теряем, люби меня сильней Это не опасно, не сходи с ума Мы взлетаем так, что кругом голова Не узнает папа, где я до утра Точно знаю я Нам будет жарко, нам будет жарко Да-да-да жарко До утра, до утра, до утра Нам будет жарко Нам будет жарко Да-да-да, жарко До утра, до утра, до утра До утраEmbed

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Загорелый и в розовой майке Инстаграмные утки, Тебе ставят под фотками лайки Я тебя не ревную, просто предупреждаю Не беси меня милый, я с тобой не играю Ты испугался, От меня отписался. Из друзей удалился, Даже не извинился Ты отлайкал все фотки, Даже без обработки, Даже без фотошопа, Вот такая вот... Я взломала пароли, прочитала твои переписки Инстаграмные тролли, тебе шлют свои голые сськи С неба рухнуло солнце, и земля задрожала Так что милый готовься, я ведь предупреждала Ты испугался, От меня отписался. Из друзей удалился, Даже не извинился Ты отлайкал все фотки, Даже без обработки, Даже без фотошопа, Вот такая вот... Девчонки, девчулечки мои! Если ваши мужики лайкнут фото чужих баб Ни в чем себе не отказывайте Отлайкайте им мозги по полной Ты испугался, От меня отписался. Из друзей удалился, Лучше б ты застрелился Ты отлайкал все фотки, Даже без обработки, Даже без фотошопа, Вот такая вот...1Embed

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напиши песню в стиле Ольги Бузовой Давай ненадолго забудем, какими мы были вчера

Давай ненадолго забудем, какими мы были вчера Неважно, что скажут люди, ненужными станут слова : Когда нибудь я над землей смогу парить на крыльях Я научусь тебя любить, тебя любить так сильно : Мне бы улететь с тобой, высоко Стать солнцем в твоих руках Мне б услышать голос твой Легко стать небом, в твоих глазах Мне бы улететь с тобой, высоко Стать солнцем в твоих руках Мне б услышать голос твой Легко стать небом, в твоих глазах : Лишь затаив дыхание можно понять слова Только одно желание может быть навсегда : Когда нибудь я над землей смогу парить на крыльях Я научусь тебя любить, тебя любить так сильно : Мне бы улететь с тобой, высоко Стать солнцем в твоих руках Мне б услышать голос твой Легко стать небом, в твоих глазах Мне бы улететь с тобой, высоко Стать солнцем в твоих руках Мне б услышать голос твой Легко стать небом, в твоих глазахEmbed

напиши песню в стиле Ольги Бузовой Я пытаюсь опять тебя рассмотреть

Я пытаюсь опять тебя рассмотреть Хотя бы на треть Я хочу прикасаться к тебе Но тебя рядом нет Надо, буду терпеть Для меня все желания твои Как будто приказ Можешь не намекать И снова я закрываю глаза И вижу тебя Словно свет маяка Ты мне по сердцу любовь То хорошо, то больно Больше ничего не вижу Иду по приборам Мне по сердцу любовь То хорошо, то больно Больше ничего не вижу Ты мною движешь Ты мною движешь Ты мною движешь Ты каждую ночь главный герой Герой моих снов Только ты не даешь мне уснуть И только с тобой я теряю контроль Без тебя, все как будто не то Все как будто не так Не хочу привыкать И снова я закрываю глаза И вижу тебя Словно свет маяка Ты мне по сердцу любовь То хорошо, то больно Больше ничего не вижу Иду по приборам Мне по сердцу любовь То хорошо, то больно Больше ничего не вижу Ты мною движешь Ты мною движешь Ты мною движешьEmbed

напиши песню в стиле Ольги Бузовой Заберу тебя с собой в Новый Год

Мандаринка И бокальчик любимого игристого Нас закружит зимушка пушистая Заберу тебя с собой в Новый Год Мандаринка И бокальчик любимого игристого Нас закружит зимушка пушистая Заберу тебя с собой в Новый Год Ну что же ты грустишь, моя милая? Знаю, не успела всё, что так хотела Не переживай, подними глаза Посмотри на небо, будет много снега Ну не плачь, моя девочка, прошу Хочешь, я тебя на санках прокачу? Тебе наверное, точно, наверняка Поднимет настроение Мандаринка И бокальчик любимого игристого Нас закружит зимушка пушистая Заберу тебя с собой в Новый Год Мандаринка И бокальчик любимого игристого Нас закружит зимушка пушистая Заберу тебя с собой в Новый Год Ну, что же ты стоишь, милый-милый мой? Надо собираться, будем наряжаться Накрывать на стол будем всей семьёй Будем мы смеяться, снежками кидаться Ты успеешь ещё в следующем году Дотянуться до мечты, тебе в этом помогу А сейчас, я знаю, что тебе точно Наверняка поднимет настроение Мандаринка И бокальчик любимого игристого Нас закружит зимушка пушистая Заберу тебя с собой в Новый Год Мандаринка И бокальчик любимого игристого Нас закружит зимушка пушистая Заберу тебя с собой в Новый Год Скоро Новый Год, скоро Новый Год Скоро Новый Год, скоро Новый Год Скоро Новый Год, скоро Новый Год Скоро Новый Год, скоро Новый Год МандаринкаEmbed

напиши песню в стиле Ольги Бузовой В моем пульсе бьются ритмы

В моем пульсе бьются ритмы Разгоняя до скорости света атомы Давай к солнцу поднимем руки мы, мы, мы Поднимем руки мы, мы, мы В моем пульсе бьются ритмы Разгоняя до скорости света атомы Давай в стихах останемся бессмертными Останемся бессмертными Где-то внутри твои явные сны Я вспоминаю эти ароматы Они уводят меня, я растворяюсь Я каждый раз по-другому пытаюсь Дай мне сказать, неслучайные встречи Безупречен этот момент Ты мой эксперимент В моем пульсе бьются ритмы Разгоняя до скорости света атомы Давай к солнцу поднимем руки мы, мы, мы Поднимем руки мы, мы, мы В моем пульсе бьются ритмы Разгоняя до скорости света атомы Давай в стихах останемся бессмертными Останемся бессмертными Я жду, когда ты сумеешь Мои мечты на пределе Где ты становишься главным И мы выходим за рамки Ты смотри в мои дали Ведь мы этого желали И мы это испытали И такие четкие тайны Дыхание мы поймали И этот легкий момент Ты мой эксперимент В моем пульсе бьются ритмы Разгоняя до скорости света атомы Давай к солнцу поднимем руки мы, мы, мы Поднимем руки мы, мы, мы В моем пульсе бьются ритмы Разгоняя до скорости света атомы Давай в стихах останемся бессмертными Останемся бессмертнымиEmbed

напиши песню в стиле Ольги Бузовой Я сегодня настроена дерзко

Тварь, тварь Тварь Тварь, тварь Тварь Тварь, тварь Тварь Тварь, тварь Я сегодня настроена дерзко Потусить до утра, запить обиды текилой Но кидать подлецов надо резко думал, что сломал , но лишь надломилось Я сегодня побуду неправильной И короткое платье, и каблуки Я его на все четыре отправила Кто, кто, кто теперь меня будет любить? Я танцую так близко, близко Не зови, ушла по-английски Я танцую так слишком, слишком Твоя девочка теперь — эгоистка Я танцую так, это принцип Если не любовь — не вижу смысла Я танцую так близко, близко Твоя девочка теперь не верит принцам Твоя девочка теперь Твоя девочка теперь Твоя девочка теперь — Эгоистка Твоя девочка теперь — Эгоистка Я сегодня приму неизбежность И прерву из банальности наш диалог Ты меня убивал, только нежно А я всё не решалась нажать на курок Я сегодня побуду отчаянной Потанцую у бара одна Я его на все четыре отправила Почему же болит так душа? Я танцую так близко, близко Не зови, ушла по-английски Я танцую так слишком, слишком Твоя девочка теперь — эгоистка Я танцую так, это принцип Если не любовь — не вижу смысла Я танцую так близко, близко Твоя девочка теперь не верит принцам Твоя девочка теперь Твоя девочка теперь Твоя девочка теперь — ЭгоисткаEmbed

напиши песню в стиле Ольги Бузовой Научиться любить, свою боль отпустить

Научиться любить, свою боль отпустить Пусть опять, ошибусь, но назад, я не вернусь Разные адреса, важным быть перестал От тебя, спасена, всё на своих местах : Пусть кто-то скажет, но уже не те Сама я разберусь в своей судьбе, слова не о любви, прощу тебе И стану сильней, и стану сильней : А люди не верили, что крылья ангелы, расправят и улетят в облака Упавшие ангелы с новыми силами, поднимутся в небеса, в небеса А люди не верили, что крылья ангелы, расправят и улетят в облака Упавшие ангелы с новыми силами, поднимутся в небеса, в небеса. : По следам пустоты, жизнь разводит мосты После нашей любви, в далеке твои шаги Удалить номера, накрывает волна Даже, если сама, без тебя я смогла : Пусть кто-то скажет, но уже не те Сама я разберусь в своей судьбе, слова не о любви, прощу тебе И стану сильней, и стану сильней : А люди не верили, что крылья ангелы, расправят и улетят в облака Упавшие ангелы с новыми силами, поднимутся в небеса, в небеса А люди не верили, что крылья ангелы, расправят и улетят в облака Упавшие ангелы с новыми силами, поднимутся в небеса, в небеса. Embed

напиши песню в стиле Ольги Бузовой Я на скаку быстрей остановлю коня

Я на скаку быстрей остановлю коня И войду в дом, объятый пламенем огня Твоим «бла-бла» я перестала доверять Что с тобой, что без тебя — всё одинаково Но не все как мы, ты не водолей Так и не лей воды Не страдаю — знай, а ты так хотел Но мой мир без тебя не опустел Пока ты без дел Я удаляю обещания — это всего лишь слова Пока ты без дел Я так устала ждать трамвая, снова всё могу сама Пока ты без дел Пока ты без дел Пока ты без дел Твои «люблю-куплю» звучит так несерьёзно Всё, что было между нами, — это воздух Слабость губ как будто пыль, лирик-муд одна ваниль Потому теперь один, не мой тип, не мой стиль У меня из-за таких, как ты, аллергия на понты SMS без запятых, кормишь завтраком без еды Без тебя мне лучше, больше мне не нужен Просто потому, что ты всё время без дел Я удаляю обещания — это всего лишь слова Пока ты без дел Я так устала ждать трамвая, снова всё могу сама Пока ты без дел Пока ты без дел Пока ты без дел Меня кинул, удаляю номер Любовь утонет в чистом монохроме Меня любил, ты мной болел Но я ценю в мужчинах ум, помимо тел Пока ты без дел Я удаляю обещания — это всего лишь слова Пока ты без дел Я так устала ждать трамвая, снова всё могу сама Пока ты без дел Я удаляю обещания — это всего лишь слова Пока ты без дел Я так устала ждать трамвая, снова всё могу сама Пока ты без дел Пока ты без дел Пока ты без делEmbed

напиши песню в стиле Ольги Бузовой Ты же помнишь переписки перед сном

Ты же помнишь переписки перед сном Ни о чем, но об одном Так знакомый город уснул Уже закрыты переходы метро Нарушения этих станций не остановить Нам с тобой семнадцать, для нас нет границ Наши ночи бессонные еще впереди До начала истории всего один Поцелуй на балконе, среди пробок и зданий Целый мир между нами, целый мир между нами Мы еще не решили, мы еще не узнали Целый мир между нами, целый мир между нами К тебе с букетом цветов через весь город бегу Я знаю, ты меня ждешь, я больше ждать не могу Набрался силы и слов, чтобы сказать, что люблю Я знаю, ты меня ждешь и значит, я добегу Мы оба ранены с тобой были много раз Но ты же видишь, как же трудно нам с тобой сейчас Я думал, мы с тобой друзья, но это не про нас Смотри, как скоро все изменится, ведь нужно нам Поцелуй на балконе, среди пробок и зданий Целый мир между нами, целый мир между нами Мы еще не решили, мы еще не узнали Целый мир между нами, целый мир между нами Поцелуй на балконе, среди пробок и зданий Целый мир между нами, целый мир между нами Мы еще не решили, мы еще не узнали Целый мир между нами, целый мир между нами1Embed

напиши песню в стиле Ольги Бузовой Уже не кажется так бесконечно без тебя

Легче, проще Уже не кажется так бесконечно без тебя Ночи хочешь? Мне наплевать, чего теперь ты хочешь без меня Прошу, не думайте, что Оля Бузова — Лишняя нагрузка и обуза вам В её текстах не так много мусора Бузова — тоже музыка Бузова — тоже музыка Бузова — тоже музыка Ты слышишь? Бузова — тоже музыка Оля Бузова — тоже музыка Вам легко меня стегать, стебать меня Искать гадости в моих стихах Девочка-скандал, мисс книгоиздатель Вы знаете, как лучше? Сделайте пиздатей Прячутся враги мои, вы помните Нагиева? Он погиб, я кинула его с прогибом, да Те, кто ненавидят Олю, — просто грустные лузеры Вы далеки от музыки Оли Бузовой Прошу, не думайте, что Оля Бузова — Лишняя нагрузка и обуза вам В её текстах не так много мусора Бузова — тоже музыка Бузова — тоже музыка Бузова — тоже музыка Ты слышишь? Бузова — тоже музыка Оля Бузова — тоже музыка Говорят, что путь к успеху лежит через постель Но в моей постели не было гостей Мои песни не косплей Их пишут Баста и СТ Я вторая после Путина Я правнучка Распутина Моя бабушка — Распутина Ты эти катышки возьми, распутай, на Прошу, не думайте, что Оля Бузова — Лишняя нагрузка и обуза вам В её текстах не так много мусора Бузова — тоже музыка Бузова — тоже музыка Бузова — тоже музыка Ты слышишь? Бузова — тоже музыка Оля Бузова — тоже музыкаEmbed

напиши песню в стиле Ольги Бузовой Твои слова — водица, так не годится

Твои слова — водица, так не годится Ты разводил умело, но я не хотела разводится Слова — водица, так не годится Ты разводил умело, но я не хотела разводится Я не хотела ласк Твоих лживых Всех этих пустых фраз Твоих фальшивых Не получилось у нас С тобой, милый Все, что хочу сейчас Я — быть счастливой Мое сердце — птица, в твоей грудной клетке На ветку с ветки, с ветки на ветку Мое сердце — птица, в твоей грудной клетке На ветку с ветки, с ветки на ветку Твои слова — водица, так не годится Ты разводил умело, но я не хотела разводится Слова — водица, так не годится Ты разводил умело, но я не хотела разводится С тобой водиться, так не годится Ты разводил умело, но я не хотела разводиться Слова — водица, так не годится Ты разводил умело, но я не хотела разводиться Моё сердце биться будет, пускай смотрят люди - Пускай меня судят и мою свободу Как мне жить все знают, но я не такая - И я, отменяю моду на разводы Мое сердце — птица, в твоей грудной клетке На ветку с ветки, с ветки на ветку Мое сердце — птица, в твоей грудной клетке На ветку с ветки, с ветки на ветку Твои слова — водица, так не годится Ты разводил умело, но я не хотела разводится Слова — водица, так не годится Ты разводил умело, но я не хотела разводится С тобой водиться, так не годится Ты разводил умело, но я не хотела разводиться Слова — водица, так не годится Ты разводил умело, но я не хотела разводиться : Моё тело-моё-моё тело е-е Моё тело-моё-моё тело о-о Моё тело-моё-моё тело о-о И я отменяю моду на разводыEmbed

напиши песню в стиле Ольги Бузовой Колоритно говорит мне, но: О-о-о, у, о-о-о!

Этот ритм заполняет всё Пьём напитки, ночь меняется Колоритно говорит мне, но: О-о-о, у, о-о-о! Снова ритм заполняет всё Нами движет чувство до сих пор Снова близость, как же глупо всё по новой, но… Эти мокрые губы... Я сама, как не своя! И на голову мою - ну, зачем твои мне мокрые губы!? Ты запутал вновь меня, и на голову мою Ну зачем - скажи мне это? Ну зачем опять! Ну зачем опять! Ну зачем опять! Ну зачем опять? Ну зачем опять? Ну зачем опять? Говори мне нежные слова Ощущаю снова я твой взгляд Ближе тело и движение в такт - так, так, так, тик, тик-так Снова ритм вскружит голову - ностальгия, я так не могу Снова шёпот, снова тихо - это дико; но Эти мокрые губы... Я сама, как не своя! И на голову мою - ну, зачем твои мне мокрые губы!? Ты запутал вновь меня, и на голову мою Ну зачем - скажи мне это? Ну зачем опять! Ну зачем опять! Ну зачем опять! Ну зачем опять? Ну зачем опять? Ну зачем опять? Мокрые губы твои - я помню такими их Мокрые губы твои не смогу забыть Эти мокрые губы... Я сама, как не своя! И на голову мою - ну, зачем твои мне мокрые губы!? Ты запутал вновь меня, и на голову мою Ну зачем - скажи мне это? Ну зачем опять! Ну зачем опять! Ну зачем опять! Ну зачем опять? Ну зачем опять? Ну зачем... Ну зачем - скажи мне это?Embed

напиши песню в стиле Ольги Бузовой Давай ворвёмся в эту пятницу

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Я пишу тебе что-то в WhatsApp И опять глупо так удаляю Мы решили ведь всё, или нет? Дура, я знаю! Опять закурю нервно Усну ли сегодня, наверно Не будем мы парой, примерной Пе-перезаряжай, о-пере-пережай Ты меня не искушай, без тебя дышать Мой шрам, ты хотел любви, теперь решай Пе-перезаряжай, о-пере-пережай Ты меня не искушай, без тебя дышать Мой шрам, ты хотел любви, теперь решай Это ненормальный вайб Get out of my life Лучше все сотру This love is not true Это ненормальный вайб Get out of my life Лучше все сотру This love is not true Снова я поставлю нашу песню на репит И буду врать о том, что не болит Всё напоминает о тебе в этом доме Мысли устали, наши чувства отбились от стаи Пе-перезаряжай, о-пере-пережай Ты меня не искушай, без тебя дышать Мой шрам, ты хотел любви, теперь решай Пе-перезаряжай, о-пере-пережай Ты меня не искушай, без тебя дышать Мой шрам, ты хотел любви, теперь решай Это ненормальный вайб Get out of my life Лучше все сотру This love is not true Это ненормальный вайб Get out of my life Лучше все сотру This love is not true Это ненормальный вайб Лучше всё сотру Это ненормальный вайб Лучше всё сотру This love is not true Это ненормальный вайб Get out of my life Лучше все сотру This love is not true Это ненормальный вайб Get out of my life Лучше все сотру This love is not true Это ненормальный вайб Лучше всё сотру This love is not trueEmbed

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Я тихо-тихо,сидела глядя на тебя Я не хотела,чтоб мы расстались навсегда Я отдавала тебе себя, свою любовь Но ты ушёл,и я кусаю губы в кровь Холодный город, опять обнял меня тоской Ты слишком горд, и тебе наверно всё равно И ты уедешь и растворятся все мечты А я тихонько прошепчу: «Куда же, милый, ты?» : Но, где-то там, где-то на небесах, я знаю, всё отдам Что бы побыть с тобой во снах И где-то там, где-то на небесах, я буду ждать тебя в бесконечных серых днях : Моя душа, с тобою рядом хочет быть А разум, сердце, хотят тебя совсем забыть И боль души, таится где-то в глубине Я потерялась, я не могу прийти к тебе : Но, где-то там, где-то на небесах, я знаю, всё отдам Что бы побыть с тобой во снах И где-то там, где-то на небесах, я буду ждать тебя в бесконечных серых днях : Я умоляла, молила только об одном Шептала, понимала. нельзя нам быть с тобой вдвоём Я так хотела обнять тебя в последний раз, но не успела, ведь время разлучило нас : Но, где-то там, где-то на небесах, я знаю, всё отдам Что бы побыть с тобой во снах И где-то там, где-то на небесах, я буду ждать тебя в бесконечных серых днях Но, где-то там, где-то на небесах, я знаю, всё отдам Что бы побыть с тобой во снах И где-то там, где-то на небесах, я буду ждать тебя в бесконечных серых дняхEmbed

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По миллиметрам осторожно Изучай меня и пусть Эти касания до дрожи по коже Я не вернусь, хоть откровенно Хочется сорваться мгновенно Поменять номера И больше никогда Не слышать никогда, никогда А ты моя самая сильная Сильная слабость Слабость, ты как сладость Я делаю вдох, бежим до безумия Но не, не останусь я Ты моя самая сильная Сильная слабость Слабость, ты как сладость Я делаю вдох, бежим до безумия Но не, не останусь я Знак притяжения путает Мысли – зачем же ты с ней Скрываешь сомнения Не имея значения Я не вернусь, хоть откровенно Хочется сорваться мгновенно Поменять номера И больше никогда Слышишь, никогда, никогда А ты моя самая сильная Сильная слабость Слабость, ты как сладость Я делаю вдох, бежим до безумия Но не, не останусь я Ты моя самая сильная Сильная слабость Слабость, ты как сладость Я делаю вдох, бежим до безумия Но не, не останусь яEmbed

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