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STEEL BANGLEZ “BLAMA” LYRICS FEATURING TION WAYNE & MORRISSON

STEEL BANGLEZ FEAT. MORRISON & TION WAYNE

‘BLAMA’

INTRO

Mm mmm

Roll up

Blama blama

Stacey

Anna Anna

Farah farah

Broke youts make me para para

Roll with your soldier

Car with a schofeor

Still get figures

And bang

 VERSE

I’m verified in the streets

So when I rap man take me in

I don’t just make up stories like Shiro

And then make them rhyme just to make a hit

I watched the OGs play withs bricks

Then pose on the block in the latest kicks

With their big watches, chains and rings

Flooded with ice like a skating ring

Guess what

We grew up to be just like them

Like what

The shottaz like Wayne & Bigz

I’m in the bulletproof Range with tints

With a gun that would take a face off like Nick

I remember girls used to laugh at us

Now they wanna link us and partner up

We just give them wood like a carpenter

Then chuck em in a cab and laugh at them

I’m an N9 classic

Man touch me firearms get brandished

Jewels on on a opp block when I drive past coz they aint that active

My young tuggz still go over there

Don’t care about internal affairs

Gyal say real n*ggas are rare

So I guess I’m the man of the year

Tion Wayne is a fucking boss

Don’t try come round here get shot

They can’t beef me

Man them boys are washed

They will never make what I spend on a watch

When they see t wayne no weapon

You should see how they start jetting

I don’t even know why they chase and cheffin

They can just bow

gave them lesson

CHORUS

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Roll up

Big boy

Blama blama

White girl

Stacey

Anna Anna

Mek man run

Mo Farah Farah

Broke youts make me

Para para

In the dance

Roll with your soldier

Big wap

Car with a schofer

Streets cold

Roll with a toaster

I still get figures

And bang

VERSE

Morrison

Look whos stepped in again

All I do is sell coke

I picked my side

Me and Pepsi aint friends

Zero L’s just went global

I coulda went Hollywood

But I stayed local

If you wanna know the best word to describe me

Get your phone out and Google mogul

I might give Mike Skinner a phone call

And tell him swap names because I am The Streets

Tell Danny Dyer

I sell the Karla

Free up your daughter

Cah I’m in East

On a corner I met her in Barca

She left a baller fucking for weeks

Tion, You don’t want a girl from East

I dunno I dunno

They’re on too much grease

Leg it leg it

Olympic ting

Leg it leg it

When they see me they jetting

Me I put holes in denim

None of my friends are deading

From young man they said I was violent

Chew mans face off like Mike Tyson

The lambo with the seats reclining

Chicks like me they don’t know I’m frightening

CHORUS

Roll up

Big boy

Blama blama

White girl

Stacey

Anna Anna

Mek man run

Mo Farah Farah

Broke youts make me

Para para

In the dance

Roll with your soldier

Big wap

Car with a schofer

Streets cold

Roll with a toaster

I still get figures

And bang

OUTRO

Blama blama

Stacey

Anna

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