Giggs - Madness lyrics

I know this already But I hear the streets saying ? dont do this, ? don't do that [Verse 1] Its like draw for the strati fam, blow off his legs Got a big ting, that'll blow off his his head Jodie's at the traphouse, blow off his dead Still around straps like the ones that left ? for dead The Last suspect, still make ? bread Raised on the streets who give a f** what the father said You and the wife here cuzzy, [?] Got the iceberg carti, with the camoflauge [?] Back to the o block, the bully always after them Same [?] as the strati bruv tell me what your after then Make n***as trip like my spare mink [?] Mingling with G's like big [?] You got big guns, guarantee we got larger Smothered in [?] Who let the dogs out like the [?] And I don't mean we [?] when I say we richer Never seen a style so co*ky I'm the nicest, all my n***as are ard body We the real deal, you n***as are carb copies We got a style and a swagger that you can't copy NASA Raps and this is like my [?] hobby Slaps if you lookin' at me half dodgy I'm fully on it, you n***as do it half properly Out early in the trap patty and a large coffee You can't see me I practice like a ghost You say you underground you lie the most You ain't under move your lack of posts I don't like you, I don't even like your flow f** it though, you ain't nothin' next to [?] And it ain't likely, you'll never get slightly close They say I'm heavy when I hit em with my lightest dose [Verse 2] My swags impeccable Plus this macs got a decimal