Lightwork Lyrics – Izzpot, Pressplay
Singer: Izzpot, Pressplay
Title: Lightwork
Creep, creep, creep
ILL BLU
Ayy, Tweeko mixed this, y’know? It sounds cold
Ayy
My lil’ bro got nicked for my drill [For my drill
GBH with intention [Aw
I got nicked for a HOM-a side, the feds pulled me for a question
Step in the party, feel aroma [Oh yeah
Barbies wanna pree man for attention [Oh yeah], yo
I don’t want love and affection, long
I just want different selections [Baow, baow
My bro spent 9k in a day
I just spent nine racks in a week [I did
If I never went jail four times in a row then I would’ve been out in city, it’s peak
Been out here for a week, no more receipts, bariis and canteen sheets
We ain’t sortin’ sh#t, just pepper the beef
Or I’ll wave this wand with еlegancy
Them man can’t shoot, they aim at thе sky first
I’m pissed at Danny ‘cah all now, still ain’t done me a Lightwork
But it weren’t his fault, I was in jail, so when I stepped out, man had to lay my verse [I had to
So we sing and switch, it’s featured, they didn’t know that the kid was diverse, ayy, f#ck that
Spot that, who’s that? Fat joe, lean back
Two car, six man, four shank, three waps
Ain’t shot one drop, three fled, one lost
Neighbours wake up, gunshot, alarm clock
Live O, park up, one swing, red top
I put the dots at the top of his canerows
God said, “No”, so it didn’t done puff
The scars that I gave made a man jump off
I missed out on a hundred bags last August
This year, I missed out on one-five O
The label’s tellin’ bro that I’m gucci
I ain’t gon’ worry ’bout when I come home
See the man not make it home to his mother
But like B-Lovee, if you know then you know
And I ain’t gotta say names on track diss
Go ask my opps how I do on a roll
I’m slidin’ school time, watch out for the infants
If it ain’t face shot, aim at his head back
Zigzags lookin’ like Lisa Simpson
Load out, mercy, I need forgiveness
Hands on hands, that’s funny
My bro has eyes all over the district
Professor X, I ain’t gotta move this work, tryna hit a man’s chest from a distance
Had to ask my man where he’s from
I’m still pissed ‘cah he never answered honestly
Anywhere that I see these yutes
That’s front open like old school wallabies
A b#tch said that she needs some space
She must be talkin’ astronomy
Izzpot, man, you’re always likin’ my pics
Why can’t you just follow me?
I caught a case, came out, went in, came out
Don’t you find I’m out of this world?
I’m stuck in this cell, this weather is warm
My dumb neighbour keeps pressin’ his bell, it’s long
Been a year since my man’s gone
Instead of ridin’, they were releasin’ songs
Oh God, me and Abz juicin’ our tops
It was two vers’ seven, he still got chopped
In the field, lost my fizz [Lost my fizz
I can’t lie, I was pissed
But I can’t complain, I could’ve been out and hide like Drizz
In the field, I got spun
I can’t lie, I was pissed
But I can’t complain, I could’ve been out and hide like Drizz
Creep, creep, creep, creep
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