Unknown T – WW2 Lyrics

Unknown T Lyrics

Unknown T Lyrics

WW2 Lyrics by Unknown T

(R14)
(AV)
(X10)

Listen, no bxb when I mush
Hard rock, I put blades in brown
Let’s liven the beef, paigons can’t circle around
He lacked, no faces found
We too dumpy, young Gs wanna works up opps then twerk up the town
ReBrowse, no Vaseline ting
Man dig or we rub man out
We hide from pigs cah we burst up clowns
It might backping, but I don’t have doubts
They try look lit, but they don’t have clout
Feel that PR with a different bounce
Bought that glizz with the Turkish round
.32 or spin, let me lurk this round
I heard this chick want a Birkin now
You love chat shit, come and twerk it down, down, down

Listen, let’s fry up the beef cah they chat too loose
Man beat off the … no proof
The beef goes on, now it’s World War Two
Re up, then feed the recruits
Bill up and add blem in my Off-White boots
A yute got touched down, who’s on the news?
Top gear in a drop-top upsee, me and my boo
Let’s fry up the beef cah they chat too loose
Man beat off the … no proof
The beef goes on, now it’s World War Two
Re up, then feed the recruits
Bill up and add blem in my Off-White boots
A yute got touched down, who’s on the news?
Top gear in a drop-top upsee, me and my boo

The bacon try bop when we lurking for opps
So we stop, then try and resume
Two eyes in the room, let’s bark it
Pick out the opps like, “Which ones? Who?”
I was up in the tizz tryna dodge curfew
Burst or get sprayed like my new perfume
Man bully the opps, now jakes wanna take down tunes
Bro, let’s lag
TT come circle
Pink or purple returns
Go beat off the bird calls
I’m in a ’03 plate with my tugs
Man creep on the opps, then see them dispersal
We got real-life smoke, but your beef looks virtual
Reverse that, blow off your AB, no Virgil
Go another hood then circle
The van’s got tugs like Sercos
Should I get Dave Spence or should I get Scholfield?
I was locked up, eating pitta and bowl food
On the ride out with a mask, I’m boastful
Keep it low, I’ma try ching and put both through
Bend your big back
This barbie’s wrapped ’round my fingertip cah I make gyal yodel
Man jeet on it once, now she wanna keep up phonecalls
My gang beat off, then keep off socials
Times man treat her, but she gets vocal
Jakes won’t come to the T, I’m hopeful
Man been in my spot like D cat Local
My mother thinks I’m loco
Why? I get blood pressure when the door knocks ’cause of po-po
If you need more bread, no promo up-tee
Fly up to upsee, ding up the Volvo

Listen, let’s fry up the beef cah they chat too loose
Man beat off the … no proof
The beef goes on, now it’s World War Two
Re up, then feed the recruits
Bill up and add blem in my Off-White boots
A yute got touched down, who’s on the news?
Top gear in a drop-top upsee, me and my boo
Let’s fry up the beef cah they chat too loose
Man beat off the … no proof
The beef goes on, now it’s World War Two
Re up, then feed the recruits
Bill up and add blem in my Off-White boots
A yute got touched down, who’s on the news?
Top gear in a drop-top upsee, me and my boo

(Listen, let’s fry up the beef cah they chat too loose
Man beat off the … no proof
The beef goes on, now it’s World War Two
Re up, then feed the recruits
Bill up and add blem in my Off-White boots
A yute got touched down, who’s on the news?
Top gear in a drop-top upsee, me and my boo
Let’s fry up the beef cah they chat too loose
Man beat off the ****, no proof
The beef goes on, now it’s World War Two
Re up, then feed the recruits
Bill up and add blem in my Off-White boots
A yute got touched down, who’s on the news?
Top gear in a drop-top upsee, me and my boo)

Written by; Unknown T
Album/EP; ADOLESCENCE

Unknown T WW2 Lyrics