LYRICFLUENT
LYRICFLUENTIN THE UK Lyrics by NLE Choppa NLE Choppa
Below, you will find the lyrics for IN THE UK by NLE Choppa.
Ayy nigga, come on, let's do it
Yeah, ayy ayy, ayy, ayy
I'm in the UK, no blicky
But the knife on me if shit get sticky, yeah
Still slide if it's risky
Put the dick on the Glock, leave him pissy
Cut to the face, buck fifty
One to the neck, give lil' bruv hickeys
Run away, do him like Ricky
Run shit down better run away quickly
Tap in when I'm in your city
I'm a top boy, tell 'em get up with me, yeah
Anywhere, any day, andale
I'ma have me about a few killers with me, yeah
Spin on the block, get dizzy
Spin on my block then you must be silly
Spin the block 'til we leave him drippin'
Even overseas, I'm Grape Street crippin'
We know you're man's not hot
How you gonna run from a dot-dot-dot?
Spin the block at three o'clock
I'ma link him until he drop
No opp can get no love
He's not my kind, he's not my bruv
High as a kite, never sober
Back up, back up 'fore you get poked up
NLE, Jamie Oliver, shit ain't sweet
I ain't never do no trick or treats
Leave a nigga body wrapped up in the sheets
White chalk yellow tape, all in the street
Sherlock Holmes gonna have to come see
How he gonna solve this mystery?
Your mama in misery
My mama visitin' me
I fucked your bitch even though she clapped
But her ass fat, so I made it clap
I don't know you, homie, I ain't givin' no dap
Only hand you get from me is slap
If a nigga play with me, I'ma be like Shamima
I ain't never gonna make it back
Link him, snuff him
Stab him and that's on that
Boris Johnson, a noncay, my bitch like Beyonce
Keep a K like Kanye, might sneak in the UK
My house look lit like the Buckingham Palace
I stand over him, give a fuck about it
What it is to me? Just another body
What it is to you? Your folks dyin'
I'm in the UK, no blicky
But the knife on me if shit get sticky, yeah
Still slide if it's risky
Put the dick on the Glock, leave him pissy
Cut to the face, buck fifty
One to the neck, give lil' bruv hickeys
Run away, do him like Ricky
Run shit down better run away quickly
Tap in when I'm in your city
I'm a top boy, tell 'em get up with me, yeah
Anywhere, any day, andale
I'ma have me about a few killers with me
Spin on the block, get dizzy
Spin on my block, then you must be silly
Spin the block 'til we leave him drippin'
Even overseas, I'm Grape Street crippin'
Mans not hot
Even overseas, I'm Grape Street crippin'
Three o'clock
Even overseas, I'm daily droppin'
No love
Even overseas, I'm Grape Street crippin'
Never sober
Even over, 'fore you get poked up
We know your mans not hot
How you gonna run from a dot-dot-dot?
Spin the block at three o'clock
I'ma link him until he drop
No opp can get no love
He's not my kind, he's not my bruv
High as a kite, never sober
Back up, back up 'fore you get poked up
'Fore you get poked up
Back up, back up 'fore you get poked up
Get poked up
Back up, back up 'fore you get poked up
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