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K Trap x Headie One - Extra Sleeve (Lyrics)

Hate when it’s fizzy I’d rather discreet
Little man wanna know if he hits someone with the pole can he take it home
Playing for keeps
You play in the streets I tell him don’t do it I promise you’ll lay in the streets

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K Trap x Headie One - Extra Sleeve (Lyrics)

Hate when it’s fizzy I’d rather discreet
Little man wanna know if he hits someone with the pole can he take it home
Playing for keeps
You play in the streets I tell him don’t do it I promise you’ll lay in the streets
If I’ve got your whore on my phone, then leave her alone I promise she’s laying with me
Bro got the 10 and 20 stack on the floor that’s a mac with extra cheese
Bro let it bap bap bap
I swear he’s got a extra sleeve
I hate when it click click click needs extra grease
Try get 1 on the way back home
Made a extra scene

K-Trap



I’m at aunties smelling like open bine
Hope she don’t preach
Run up on me I’ll open fire
Don’t try it on me
Bro came wearing the G17
Let me try it on me
Got the drop and he’s coming home
Yard man ting I’ll bleach

12 in this ugly betty it’s live and in reach
This 1 a competitor with this glee it’s holding 15
I can sport this Day-Date calm I filled Lambeth with arms
Party with the star I’m saving the last dance


Came a long way from a cricket bat
Now the woosh holds 30 shots that button on the side gotta flick it back
S A D means sad
That’s gang gonna do you bad
Bro tryna work the sk sk
Hold it and drag it back
100 bine for the summer
Bet Peewee’s gonna say we need more
Made me a killing off dummy bricks
Had them screaming need raw
If they knew what we had in store
Remember when man done * in store
Top floor views with a bag of whores
I ain’t gotta brag no more



(Chorus)

Hate when it’s fizzy I’d rather discreet
Little man wanna know if he hits someone with the pole can he take it home
Playing for keeps
You play in the streets I tell him don’t do it I promise you’ll lay in the streets
If I’ve got your whore on my phone, then leave her alone I promise she’s laying with me
Bro got the 10 and 20 stack on the floor that’s a mac with extra cheese
Bro let it bap bap bap
I swear he’s got a extra sleeve
I hate when it click click click needs extra grease
Try get 1 on the way back home
Made a extra scene



Headie One

They thought they would get it back in blood
They was dissing on gang so instead they got their boy back in dust
Mad ting
Sad ting
Bro let it bap bap bap
Forensics had to get him out the mud
We were old friends is it out of hate or out of love
Yeah I’m at Wireless wearing in ears
That I’ve been over there I’ve been there
I see bro slapping man's chest Ric Flair
My young boys left that swimming


Forgot to tell them bring swimwear
Why fist fight when I binance lives
I ain't gotta put on no resident gear
We don’t beef he was sitting it out
His BM I was d*cking that down
She told me you don’t check for the yute
But you still wanna rap about a million pounds
It’s 2 G17’s for the head back
The black blade doing jet black
Shaved that shh left him with a wet back
And he still ain’t get no get back

(Chorus)
Hate when it’s fizzy I’d rather discreet


Little man wanna know if he hits someone with the pole can he take it home
Playing for keeps
You play in the streets I tell him don’t do it I promise you’ll lay in the streets
If I’ve got your whore on my phone, then leave her alone I promise she’s laying with me
Bro got the 10 and 20 stack on the floor that’s a mac with extra cheese
Bro let it bap bap bap
I swear he’s got a extra sleeve
I hate when it click click click needs extra grease
Try get 1 on the way back home
Made a extra scene