In The UK Lyrics – NLE Choppa

In The UK Lyrics by NLE Choppa is latest English song with music also given by PROD MARU, Diito. In The UK song lyrics are written by NLE Choppa.

In The UK Song Detail

In The UK Lyrics

Aye! (shout out my boy, diito)
N!Gga, come on, let’s do it
Yeah! Aye! (crud), aye! Aye! Aye!

I’m in the uk, no blicky (muad)
Brought the knife if sh!T get sticky, yeah! (brr)
Still slide if it’s risky
Put the d!Ck on the glock, leave them p!Ssy (brr)
Cut to the face, buck 50
One to the neck, give lil’ bruv hickeys (brr)
Run away, do them like ricky
Run sh!T down, better run away quickly (brr)
Tap in when I’m in your city
I’m the top boy, tell them get up with me, yeah!
Get up with me
Any work, any day, andale
I’ma have me about a few killers with me
A few killers with mе
Spinning on the block get dizzy
Spin on my block then you must bе silly (must be stupid)
Spin the block ’til we leave him drippy
Even overseas, I’m grape street cripping (oh! Woo)

We know your mans not hot
How you gone run from a dot-dot-dot (brr-brr-brr)
Spin the block at three o’clock
I’ma link him until he drop (until he drop)
No opp can get no love, he is not my kind
He is not my bruv (not my bruv)
High as a kite, never sober
Back up, back up before you get poked up (poked up)

Nle jamie oliver, sh!T ain’t sweet (ain’t sweet)
I ain’t never do no trick or treats (treats)
Leave a n!Gga body wrapped up in the sheets
Brr, brr, brr
White drop yellow tape all them streets
Sherlock holmes gone have to come see (come see)
How you gone solve this mystery?
Your momma in misery
My momma busy than me
I fu*ked your b!Tch even though she clapped
But her a$$ fat so I made it clap
I don’t know you homie, I ain’t giving no dap
Giving no dap
Only hand you get from me is slap (brr)
If a n!Gga play with me, I’ma be like shamima
I ain’t never gone make it back
You won’t make it back
Link him, snuff him, stab him and that’s on that
Boris johnson, a noncay
My b!Tch like beyoncé (beyoncé)
Keep a k like kanye
Might sneak in the uk (uk)
My house look lit like the buckingham palace
I stand over him, give a fu*k about it
Give a fu*k about it
What it is to me? Just another body
What it is to you? Your folks dying

I’m in the uk, no blicky
Brought the knife on me sh!T get sticky, yeah! (brr)
Still slide if it’s risky
Put the d!Ck on the glock, leave them p!Ssy (brr)
Cut to the face, buck 50
One to the neck, give lil’ bruv hickeys (brr)
Run away, do them like ricky
Run sh!T down, better run away quickly (brr)
Tap in when I’m in your city
I’m the top boy, tell them get up with me, yeah!
Get up with me
Any work, any day, andale
I’ma have me about a few killers with me
A few killers with me
Spinning on the block getting dizzy
Spin on my block then you must be silly
Must be stupid
Spin the block ’til we leave them drippy
Even overseas, I’m grape street cripping (oh! Woo)

Mans not hot
Even overseas, I’m grape street cripping (brr-brr-brr)
Three o’clock
Even overseas, I’m daily dropping (daily dropping)
No love
Even overseas, I’m grape street cripping (he is not my bruv)
Never sober
Even overseas, I’m grape street cripping (get poked up)

We know your mans not hot
How you gone run from a dot-dot-dot (trick or treats)
Spin the block at three o’clock (the sheets)
I’ma link him until he drop (all in the streets)
No opp can get no love, he is not my kind
He is not my bruv (mystery)
High as a kite, never sober
Back up, back up before you get poked up (get poked up)

‘fore you get poked up (get poked up)
Back up, back up before you get poked up (get poked up)
Get poked up (get poked up)
Back up, back up before you get poked up (get poked up)

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