Bad Route 36 (UK)
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[Intro]
Ay, Madenka, I think that's the one you know
Alpha, alpha, alpha
Bap, bap, bap
[Chorus]
Clips and chambers running over there (bap, bap, bap)
Made the neighbours don't wanna live round here
Shh got painted and said I did a brilliant job
Maybe I should have done work
Shot my man at his puffer, they say no gimmicks and machines work
Heard a loud ass bang, all I saw was birds
[Verse 1]
I still hit that lick, I don't care if he knows where I live
Bro gave me the host that goes on my hip
Cowboy spinner, I roll with my ting
Me and bro really turn up Lambeth, how many mashes we put on the strips
I slap my man at the party, all the mandem know I'm legit
Uh, uh, yuck, I say I run these trends
Had a .38 with a wooden leg, had to duct tape the grip
I had a .32 but the corn was shit, man try come with a homemade thing
I was pissed when that dotty clicked, it went bang and I broke the pin
4 pounds of cali, I drove the Hounslow with my stick
Then me and yard man jammed up Biggs, for a box and a half of wiff
He still screams what [?] did, them man don't know me as 36
Still green light if I see L**, he get bun even with his kid
Ay, Madenka, I think that's the one you know
Alpha, alpha, alpha
Bap, bap, bap
[Chorus]
Clips and chambers running over there (bap, bap, bap)
Made the neighbours don't wanna live round here
Shh got painted and said I did a brilliant job
Maybe I should have done work
Shot my man at his puffer, they say no gimmicks and machines work
Heard a loud ass bang, all I saw was birds
[Verse 1]
I still hit that lick, I don't care if he knows where I live
Bro gave me the host that goes on my hip
Cowboy spinner, I roll with my ting
Me and bro really turn up Lambeth, how many mashes we put on the strips
I slap my man at the party, all the mandem know I'm legit
Uh, uh, yuck, I say I run these trends
Had a .38 with a wooden leg, had to duct tape the grip
I had a .32 but the corn was shit, man try come with a homemade thing
I was pissed when that dotty clicked, it went bang and I broke the pin
4 pounds of cali, I drove the Hounslow with my stick
Then me and yard man jammed up Biggs, for a box and a half of wiff
He still screams what [?] did, them man don't know me as 36
Still green light if I see L**, he get bun even with his kid
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