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The Cold Room - S1-E12

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(You are about to receive a call from HMP Thameside, thank you)

Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, currently locked down right now

Ayy, ayy, ayy, Black Gaza shit, f**n' free all the guys

No link ups, you get it?

Black Gaza shit, Blackwater only

(K6)

Free all my lifers, man

Free Vader, free Maggz, free ST

(It's Tweeko Beats)

Free Krilla, free Young Smokes

(Ay, Tweeko mixed this, you know, it sounds cold)

Best believe what happens in the wokhouse

Opps signed out 'cah they lost their heart (Mhm)

But I guess I gotta give it to Cruise

But every time we bucked man, I kicked his arse (Haha)

Pop them doors off an AV Honda (Yeah)

Hop out, ain't no one about

Like Drake, all I want is a one dance

With an opp when I'm gettin' him down (Ching, ching)

016 when we done it on the main road

Boy, better open your eyes

This bait face drillin' can't see no halo

Why jakes always white in plain clothes?

They kicked off my door for a charge

Who done the murder? Why would I say so? (Why?)

And that boy weren't Waters no more

Cah he weren't one hunna like he just heard Fredo (Aw, man)

Vader made him a crawler, and BC assisted a M

Once he singled him out, and he backed his borer (Yuck, yuck)

Now, Promise in the fire of Hell

Joined some friends, so he ain't no loner

Who says Woodgrange Road is cursed?

'Cause every time someone gets bucked

They diggin' up mud for a brand new hearse (Dead, dead, dead, dead)

How-how do they rap on beats?

They give all of that Oral-B

When the gang ain't got no f**n' teeth

Have your intestines lookin' spaghetti

And I don't mean food from Italy

I'm gonna stick in my yank and twist it

Until my yank says "Stop twistin' me"

I'm from Forest Gate, BWC

I'm Blackwater, not Woody

If you know then you know what I mean

If you didn't know my opps are tired

Why you think four got put to sleep?

Light this spliff, now, I'm chattin' with Grinner

Ailton's tryna join in and speak

And n**a, if you want man gone

I'll get that done if you throw me fifty G's

Tell me, why did they sing like Glee?

Why did they rat? Ayy, catch that rodent

This dinger and my man's soul got suttin' in common

They both got stolen

When it's us lot hoppin' out motors

They lose their heart like organ donors

I'm really tryna X men off

If I step with metal in my hand like Logan

I got metal in my hand like Logan

And it come thick like Jessica Dime

Rambo saucy, covered in ketchup

This ketchup didn't come from Heinz

The rallies know I love violent crimes

So they said that my risk to the public's high

I heard I got chinged, and I said I go colly

If that was true then pigs can fly

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