Mês: março 2023

Berna – Straight Outta Newham (Official Video) Lyrics
Intro
(Strange Dreamz made this one)
Huh, nah

Verse 1
Everybody loves violence (Everybody loves violence)
I’m straight out of Newham where a body get dropped and nobody’s silent (Shh)
Really tryna claim that work, why you think that the G’s get watched by Trident? (Free them up)
You can ask any opp from there, never been pressured, still got diamonds
Teeth and neck both shining (Bling)
Monthly spend, gotta check on my finance (Check on my racks)
When the trap goes slow, the jugg goes digital, crypto, Binance (Huh?)
Tell my young boy, “Risе up early” (Ayy, wake up), “In the bando, I’m chеcking your time stamp” (Huh?)
Serving up rice and beans, R&B, this is not Brent Faiyaz
But some niggas really like to sing (Woo)
Free all the G’s and tings
Some niggas got bagged like doughnuts, came a long way from Percy Ing’s
I was E13 Kebabish
Hopped on a 262, got off at Kingsford School, you know man’s pattern
Way before I gripped a tool, I was tryna kick that ball and score like Halaand
But it’s hard to blow in man’s city
Everybody wan’ drill or get giddy
Dead or in jail, now that’s silly
On the blue phone, now that’s pity
When I blow, I’ma bring all the fam with me
I like girls slim thick with fat kitty
Big bum, I don’t care ‘bout fat titty, nah
Chorus
My life
Huh, dead broke or the high life
My sides
Huh, if you try fly straight, get side eyed
My type
Huh, but she a ho, she could never be my wife
My time
Huh, I gotta get it right now cah time flies

Interlude
Yo, yo, yo, you know who it is, man
It’s your boy B1FromDa3
I just wanna say somethin’, man
If you want all the fly drip, drive fly whips, fuck fly chicks, come to MMLC
Yo, look

Verse 2
So many sins, but I’m oh-so spiritual (Spiritual)
Pain turned me to a criminal (It’s true)
Champion died, that point was pivotal (RIP)
Seeking revenge, now gang’s tryna kill ‘em all
Heavily blessed, so no one ain’t killing me
I be outside where the thieves and killers be (Yes)
Married to Liz, but I’ve cuffed up so many chicks, starting to look like polygamy (God damn)
Real talk, is you feeling me (Is you feeling me?) or you here for the life? Man, I can’t tell (I can’t)
I’m surrounded by anti-trappers, Wurlboss can’t vibes in this cartel (Go away)
We step in the dance and we don’t dance
Bopping my head, sippin’ a glass (Okay)
If she look cute, I give her a glance (Okay)
None of you niggas are standin’ a chance (No way)
Callin’ them rappers, them niggas can’t rap
Callin’ them trappers, them boys can’t rap
Call them a liar, that nigga can lie, he don’t wear hats, but that nigga can cap
Look at my clothes, I drip like a tap
Wardrobe might need a plumber
Starved so long, now I’m feeding my hunger
We grind into the winter and splash in the summer, huh

Chorus
My life
Huh, dead broke or the high life
My sides
Huh, if you try fly straight, get side eyed
My type
Huh, but she a ho, she could never be my wife
My time
Huh, I gotta get it right now cah time flies
My life
Huh, dead broke or the high life
My sides
Huh, if you try fly straight, get side eyed
My type
Huh, but she a ho, she could never be my wife
My time
Huh, I gotta get it right now cah time flies
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