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LYRICFLUENT2 Chains Lyrics by Headie One Headie One
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Turn, turn up, turn up, turn
yo
Two chains on me
Smoke on bro and it ain't on me
Turn him to a Gunner, he ain't Ljungberg, he ain't Henry
But it's an unbeaten season, I feelin' like Wenger in '03
I know them opp boys feelin' it
They're injury-prone, or they're losin' teammates
Middle finger to the Trident
My young boy don't know his release date
Come look at the club, it's fryin'
We ain't comin' out here with no tray
Lord knows I feel like The Weeknd
I feel like The Weeknd
I look in the mirror, it's blindin' lights
Baby said that when I step, I'm clashin'
I wear too much ice with ice
She wanna step out, C's are matchin'
Gang wanna step out, GP's matchin'
Done the right thing, and I twinned them C's
And I twin them machines
And the opps wanna rain on me, Ashanti
I never punked a paigon, he was civilian on my landin'
And something got drilled on a Sunday
'Course I ain't know what happened
I was chilling in my gaff with gangdem
Was listenin' to Kirk Franklin
Cah I trust in God and wap beam
Harry B, find blocks and carton
Show the opps 'bout the four-door trucks and transits
Just free Bradz, Nige is back on sortin' tactics
Summertime out with the two-two gyaldem
Havin' so much drip, it's a water fountain
Two chains on me
Smoke on bro and it ain't on me
Turn him to a Gunner, he ain't Ljungberg, he ain't Henry
But it's an unbeaten season, I feelin' like Wenger in '03
I know them opp boys feelin' it
They're injury-prone, or they're losin' teammates
Middle finger to the Trident
My young boy don't know his release date
Come look at the club, it's fryin'
We ain't comin' out here with no tray
Lord knows I feel like The Weeknd
I feel like The Weeknd
That boy got drilled on the weekend
On Main Street, feds still knockin'
Cah I'm still neck deep in the deep end
Little bro scratched it off
Corona mask, no glazzy, don't value his freedom
Heard a shopkeeper was shocked
Behind the till like Kel Kenan
All of this beef, we should've been vegan
All them opps, the manna like thievin'
Bought that broom, manna want sweepin'
Some of these lucky they're breathin'
HMP had a street nigga readin'
Back then, it was basic
Now, I'm sat at BRITs
My suit tapered, and my fade tapered
I'm meant to be famous
But I still zim-zimma, who's got the keys to the Bimmer?
Pissed that I had to de-link this Insta model
She was way too inner
Can't believe it was baguettes for dinner
now, there's baguettes on my pinky finger
Two chains on me
Smoke on bro and it ain't on me
Turn him to a Gunner, he ain't Ljungberg, he ain't Henry
But it's an unbeaten season, I feelin' like Wenger in '03
I know them opp boys feelin' it
They're injury-prone, or they're losin' teammates
Middle finger to the Trident
My young boy don't know his release date
Come look at the club, it's fryin'
We ain't comin' out here with no tray
Lord knows I feel like The Weeknd
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