C1 – Anywhere (Music Video) | @MixtapeMadness

Cold 🥶

Fivio foreign walked on this beat big up to my uk Gs tho much respect & love from NYC

What does the boots and laces line mean?? Lol

We used to hop out of the stagecoach now I've got a arriva day rider pass. GANG

This Is Fucking Fire😍 From Larnaca, Cyprus🇨🇾

I'm so happy that younger people are finding these they arnt gonna listen to these bedtime songs 🤘👊👊

3’C1❤️🔒

It’s ok

C1 x SJ x OnDrills

we need the coldest link up pt2 (ygs)

Unpopular opinon but c1 was an one hit wonder..

Anyone know C1’s snap?

Fill up the tank with petty now we got t doing rights n lefts 🔥🤮🤮

Czr is the best producer don’t @me

Any where we glide with waps (Bow, bow), it might take man time to react (React)
I dare any one chat bout' Sav, dats' me S and Rambs in the back (In the back)
We already know about gliding, but they can’t say the same back (Nope)
We got peng tings breast and backs (Umm), we got dead tings hold our waps
Any where it goes in south mans at, slap that mash and not give a dash (Bow, bow)
See school days they were horrid, shank in my pocket, who's really tryna' act bad
All the waps mans copping, this ain't stopping till' some one else gets packed

[Verse 1]
Me and YR we had it in lessons (Yeah), the beef was peak in year 10, but it got intense year 11 (Intense)
I left school long time then he got wetted, that had his big bro stressin' (Stressin')
Any beef mans on it like lettuce, I move long with the ball like Mesut
I said dem man lowe' the actin’ like, we had this kick like Tekken (Kick)
We out ’ere taking risks, and dem man in by half past seven
Every time we get round there and we don't see nuttin’, them man dere' stressin' (Mad)
Every time we get round there and we don't see nuttin’ it's mad depressing (Piff)
If the opps don't know about boots (Nope), then they deffo don't know bout' laces
Boots and dust, don't leave no traces
Three man up so the back seat spacious
And the feds got hate for the gang, always tryna' scope out faces (Always, always)
Wanna know if a Tulse tugs' famous (Umm), no comment same way in the station, and still live corn we blazin'

[Chorus]
We us- we used to jump out of Polo's now we're just dumping corn in Jags (Dumping)
Any where we glide with waps (Bow, bow), it might take man time to react (To react)
I dare any one chat bout' Sav, dats' me S and Rambs in the back (In the back)
We already know about gliding (Umm), but they can't say the same back
We got peng tings breast and backs (Umm), we got dead tings hold our waps
Any where it goes in south mans at, slap that mash and not give a dash
See school days they were horrid, shank in my pocket, who's really tryna' act bad (Who)
All the waps mans copping, this ain't stopping till' some one else gets packed (Bow)

[Verse 2]
I don't play no ones hero (Nope), I don't play no ones friend (Nope)
I'm cold to the heart sub zero, the mandem love skrr with skengs
I'm out in the field with my 'migos, you don't even know what happens off set (Off set)
There's opps in the ends, Sheggs, now we gotta ride on them, yes
Fil- fill up the tank with petty', now we got T doing rights and lefts (Rights and left)
It's peak getting top from a jezzy, dis one ere' likes too hold her breath
All blacked out, hella back doors poppin', jet, now they really know bout' legs (Dash)
They turnt' soft when there friend got cheffed (Ching)
I Usain Bolt from feds
They gave Capo a ban from ends (Umm), I'm still out on the road with Breeze and S, back strap cookie for them
We score goals and rip through nets
We don't show when us man step (Nope), dem man glide and hope for the best (Of course)
We rise hammers and tape off ends (Bow, bow), what you mean we ain't got no skengs (What'd you mean?)

[Chorus]
We used to jump out of Polo's now we're just dumping corn in Jags (Dumping)
Any where we glide with waps, it might take man time to react (To react)
I dare any one chat bout' Sav, dats' me S and Rambs in the back (In the back)
We already know about gliding, but they can't say the same back (Nope)
We got peng tings breast and backs (Yes), we got dead tings hold our waps (Bow, bow)
Any where it goes in south mans at (Man's at), slap that mash and not give a dash
See school days they were horrid, shank in my pocket, who's really tryna' act bad (Who)
All the waps mans copping, this ain't stopping till' some one else gets packed (Bow)