Belly Squad - Gangland lyrics

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Belly Squad - Gangland lyrics

(Yah, yah, yah) Runnin' from the boys in blue all I hear is Nino, Nino Runnin' from the motherf**in' boys in blue all I hear is Nino, Nino The boydem caught my brothers moving loose, going up and down like a see saw (skrr) Ever since I got them icy j**els trust me I need more need more (guraa) Guns go bang bang (boop boop), lifestyle gangland (grr, grr) Guns go bang bang (boop boop), lifestyle gangland (grr, grr) Guns go bang bang (yeah), lifestyle gangland (yeah) Guns go bang bang (yeah), lifestyle gangland (yeah) Alright, rap game it's a piece of cake, young bull call shots like Theresa May Said she saw a n***a pull up in the French julay Chucka chucka tell a broke girl andale When I'm in the 5, prolly doing doughnuts in the whip Ghetto fab unless I got my zubie in the pick Young boy spent a pretty penny on the kicks, big bro said he blew a monkey on the wrist Don't you know 'bout guns and bu*ter, take a call and make sure night come up That your chick I had her last summer, find a girl with bad b**h antenna No ziggy all these n***as wanna be like me, f** bad B's Rocafella G like me, price increase couldn't spend a night with me Night with T we f**ing up a cheque with ease Runnin' from the boys in blue all I hear is Nino, Nino Runnin' from the motherf**in' boys in blue all I hear is Nino, Nino The boydem caught my brothers moving loose, going up and down like a see saw (skrr) Ever since I got them icy j**els trust me I need more need more (guraa) Guns go bang bang (boop boop), lifestyle gangland (grr, grr) Guns go bang bang (boop boop), lifestyle gangland (grr, grr) Guns go bang bang (yeah), lifestyle gangland (yeah) Guns go bang bang (yeah), lifestyle gangland (yeah) I've been high and I've been low I'm in the booth making moves while my n***as move kilos Doesn't matter what you see bro It gets slippery 'round here, send something through your key hole Said she never wanna meet though, now she fight for some points like I just took a free throw And my joints all pre-roll Just hit the ting one time and she wanna give me yeah I ain't really got the time what's the pattern You won't really catch me raving 'cause I'm stacking We do the most, we doin' lows, they say they do the road though naw ain't nothin' happen I can't lie got mad ting for the ubba, my brothers then set trends, no we don't follow Got a barny from west London and she swallow, my brothers then live life you ain't promise tomorrow Lifestyle gangland gangland, and now my ex wanna know like I'm Santan No games 'round here this ain't hangman Your just a sad man who's never been a bad man You're talkin' all of this smoke little mad man, heard you don't get no girl a proper sad man Next thing Snappin' my phone tryna add man Brown and boujee like that too bad man Runnin' from the boys in blue all I hear is Nino, Nino Runnin' from the motherf**in' boys in blue all I hear is Nino, Nino The boydem caught my brothers moving loose, going up and down like a see saw (skrr) Ever since I got them icy j**els trust me I need more need more (guraa) Guns go bang bang (boop boop), lifestyle gangland (grr, grr) Guns go bang bang (boop boop), lifestyle gangland (grr, grr) Guns go bang bang (yeah), lifestyle gangland (yeah) Guns go bang bang (yeah), lifestyle gangland (yeah)