teeway - Flashbacks (Lyrics)

teeway - Flashbacks Download/Stream teeway - Flashbacks (Lyrics) We bring the lyrics of the best Hip-Hop, artists in the UK 🎤🎶 SUBSCRIBE 🔔 and show some love ❤️ in the comments and 👍👍! teeway: https://www.youtube.com/results?search_query=teeway+channel --- 🎤 Lyrics: teeway - Flashbacks (Is that you Essay?) 5th (Damn, Noel, you made this?) Free the fucking guys, man, free the killers LPW, APTG M10, Mulli, Juvie, Jojo, DB, Stretch, Tapedat, Weebay Free the fucking guys, man Listen Flashbacks up in that tizzy whippin' loads of 'caine Put her on that V5 cah the undercovers know my name In '018 he died on me, I really showed the pain Slapped hella dotties and we ain't cryin' 'bout no shoulder pain Catch 22 I'm pushin' P that's when I press the T Bujj up in a nutribullet, pan showed me the recipe Adressin' me with any little vim, give you a blessing G The drug unit done me, that had my mummy thinkin' less of me I grew up in it, junkhouse livin', kitties beggin' bits B&Q pattern, we build houses or we sellin' bricks 120 flips until my mummy's hella rich And that G-Code embedded in me, I could never snitch I left her hella quick, you're changin' like the weather, bitch Extendo and that leather switch and I ain't talkin' sheep skin Little pussy, never been invovled, they wanna creep in Real SE25, left the other side leakin' Cheff a brick with this wetter then I get it crackin' Now the whole room stink of petty like I done a slappin' Likkle T, on the other side he left a nigga packin' All that gun talk, your favourite rapper never done a slappin' Stuntin' in your bros jewels, we turnt you to a belly Trapper of the borough, my nigga Hefe whippin' in the skelly Slapper of the borough, my nigga 20 hit him in his belly Winning side, you know just under twenty sittin' in the semi Sittin' in the cemetery, missin' what I lost I never hid when that beef was on, it turnt me to a boss I'm conversatin', me and Ross, I'm talkin' properties and dosh In that court fightin' hella years and my nigga took the loss Not a bag, fuck a dad, I made it happen on my own My nigga S gave me the sofa bed when I never had a home B Lo gave me the sofa bed when I never had a home You can't talk about no obbo if you ain't never sold the phone Listen, and we had mountains of crack How you bruck, sellin' brizzy's, we're never shoutin' for that Thirty rounds in this Mac and my youngin scoutin' a pack That .9 corn hit his belly, it's comin' out of his back Sorry, mummy, I fucked up and I wasn't leavin' the T A bagga bag boy dutty, it's killin' fiends in the B A hundred G's for the Re and it's seven G's for the G I spent a house up in Hatton, I used to dream to be me And you can't tell me I'm silly, I grew up harder than them I keep a darg full of men cah I really clarted my skeng Me and S gold status, we never charted, my friend Came home, hugged nanny and just departed again Caught him lackin', no Diddy but we just slammed on the guy Armed jakes screamin' at me to keep my hands in the sky Now I'm in The Palm splashin' and pushin' Lambs in Dubai Thousand crack rocks cookin', wasn't my plan to be fly Lug dropped them birds on me, I never pleaded the price Hundred G's in device and I made it freeze with the ice But free my jailhouse niggas, I'm sendin P's or the rice Call me LPW, that's my legion for life, 5th #teeway #Flashbacks #lyrics #teewayLyrics #FlashbacksLyrics #lyricsLyrics