| Yeah man, ride
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| Ride innit
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| You know when you see your enemy, yeah?
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| You’re tryna bark off at him
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| This is that tune that you bark off your enemy to, yeah?
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| This one
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| Fuck it’s a wrap
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| 'Cause I guess a nigga back
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| Pull that, and the niggas leave
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| Oh shit, it’s that nigga Dean
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| Yeah yeah, real and good, true and proper
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| I heard you lot are down for the rockas
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| How much you really down for the rockas?
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| And are you really down when I rock her?
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| Yeah, yeah, easy, easy, easy
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| Easy, easy, easy
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| «Hold on, who are you? |
| What’s wrong with you?»
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| «You're a fucking dick, bruv!
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| Put the fucking money in that little golf bag!»
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| «Listen, just be easy here. |
| Put the gun down,
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| let’s talk about this. |
| We’re all brothers, bruv.»
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| «What do you mean, 'all fucking brothers, bruv'?
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| You ain’t my brother, bruv! |
| You ain’t on this team,
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| bruv! |
| Just put the fucking money in that little golfer.»
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| «Yeah? |
| What are we doing here?»
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| «Just shut the fuck up, man! |
| Put the fucking money in the bag.»
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| «Disrespecting a man’s ting is a nice way to shut them up, yeah?»
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| «Bruv, don’t try no fuckin' funny business, you know.»
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| «Fam, I’m not saying I’m not doing it,
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| bruv. |
| I’m getting you that money, bruv.»
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| «Just put the fucking money in the bag, yeah?»
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| «Yes, bruv. |
| Of course.» |