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Headie One – 2 Chains Lyrics

Headie One 2 Chains Lyrics, 2 Chains Lyrics by Headie One

(M1onthebeat)
(Ayo, TwinTwo, this is a bad boy beat)
Two chains on me (Two, two)
Smoke on bro, it ain’t on me (Turn)
Turn him to a gunner, he ain’t Ljungberg, he ain’t
Henry
But it’s an unbeaten season, I’m feeling like
Wenger in ’03
I know them opp boys feel that they’re injury-prone, now they’re losing teammates
Middle finger to the Trident, my young boy don’t know his release date
Come look at the club, it’s frying, we ain’t coming out here with no tray
Lord knows I feel like the Weeknd

I feel like the Weeknd, I look in the mirror, it’s blinding lights
Baby said that when I step I’m clashing
I wear too much ice with ice
She wanna step out, Cs are matching
Gang wanna step out, GPs matching
Done the right thing and I twinned them Cs
And I twin them machines
When the opps wanna rain on me, Ashanti
I never punked a paigon, he was civilian on my landing
And somethin’ got drilled on a Sunday
Course I ain’t know what happened
I was chillin’ in my gaff with gang dem
Was listening to Kirk Franklin
(Tun up, tun up, tun up, tun up)
Cah I trust in God and the wap beam
Harry B find blocks and carton
Show the opps ’bout 4-door trucks and Transits
Just free Bradz, Nige is back on sorting tactics
Summertime, out with the two-two, glad
Having so much drip, it’s a water fountain

Two chains on me (Two, two)
Smoke on bro, it ain’t on me (Turn)
Turn him to a gunner, he ain’t Ljungberg, he ain’t Henry
But it’s an unbeaten season, I’m feeling like
Wenger in ’03
I know them opp boys feel that they’re
injury-prone, now they’re losing teammates
Middle finger to the Trident, my young boy don’t
know his release date
Come look at the club, it’s frying, we ain’t coming 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 knocking
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 and Kenan
All of this beef, we should’ve been vegan
All them opps, the manna like thiefin’
Bought that broom, manna want sweepin’
Some of these lucky they’re breathing
HMP had a street n**** reading
Back then I was basic
Now I’m sat at BRITs, my suit tapered and my fate
tapered (Steady)
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 inna
Can’t believe it was baguettes for dinner
Uh, now there’s baguettes on my pinky finger

Two chains on me (Two, two)
Smoke on bro, it ain’t on me (Turn)
Turn him to a gunner, he ain’t Ljungberg, he ain’t Henry
But it’s an unbeaten season, I’m feeling like
Wenger in ’03
I know them opp boys feel that they’re
injury-prone, now they’re losing teammates
Middle finger to the Trident, my young boy don’t know his release date
Come look at the club, it’s frying, we ain’t coming out here with no tray
Lord knows I feel like the Weeknd

(M1 onthebeat)
(Ayo, TwinTwo, this is a bad boy beat)