K Koke I’m Back

I’m living my life on the edge so I mind out where I step

Cos if I am caught slipping could end with a violent death

And I don’t want u to miss me so I got to keep it bizzy

I’m always on the move like a caravan a gypsy

I’m the truth I’m the proof of the city

And its true I came through like I threw a fucking Frisbee

Something you can’t catch

I’m labeled hard crack

And I’m stable ca the label got ya dawgs back

I can’t act

Lately I’m a poser

I got ya lady naked waiting patient on the sofa

Got me contemplating ways to make her take the soldier

Your’s are probably hating cos I made it and their older

K kola repping for the bits

The takeover, the rest can call it quits

Game over

Take not darg I came so far

So from the top I’m drop you down a postcard

I’m signing autographs in hell

Screws are coming to my cell

Telling me that the shit can’t believe that I’m in jail

Well I can’t believe it either and it’s hard for me to cipher

In this bitch I stand firm like a man when I’m inside her

At my worst I treat my bird like my bird

Ride her

Word to my sperm I’m a certified rider

Its so serious hoes were really missed

Beating off my junk to a picture of the meanest bitch

You need a lift lady I can take you up

Ride on this make it flick till I make you come

I run shit with the chick you can take a dump

If I front it I get no need to front

Deceiving cunts something I don’t really want

I just make them disappear I don’t need a wand

I’m the man of the year and I’ve been gone for months

Keep my ear to ground like my lobe was stuck

I am fresh out of a box

Creps fresh out of a box

Hot stepping on the block

Middle finger to the cops

On my RC8 box shit Stone Bizzy block shit

Chrome fizzy dome dizzy Lizzy got me on shit

I gwopped it fly like a cockpit

I make it stack to my hit from my offspring

I hit the trap with punch lines like I’m boxing

To do or die is the life I was dropped in

But its soft tings I push harder

And get rid of bad seeds like a gardener

I put a lid on mad beef like a farmer

And my whole team eats like piranhas

I’m b-nanas

My head gone darg

Read dramas nothing like a soap star

So keep calm or rage will approach ya

My dargs stick up kids no poster

K Koke Click Clack

[K Koke:]

Yo, yo

U.S.G

It’s Koke, Skeng, Chuck

Real shit

Dun kno

Stonebridge, gutter life

North west ten shit

Chuck!

[Chuck:]

Listen

Yo, look

Tell me if my shit’s sick

Nigga please stand back I need a witness

Cause every tune that I’m making is a big hit

You fucking with the click, then you gonna get a big clip

And if you’re on a suspect’s hit list

Class yourself as unfinished business

Cause man I’ll finish up that business in due time

In due time It’s due to get very grime

Cause I can feel it in the air like Sigel

It feels dark and it feels very evil

Yo people, lookout for your people

Cause man will swoop on them cunts like an Eagle

For now, just bounce to the beat

And if you really want, then roll an ounce to the beat

Nigga, you better bounce to the beat and if you don’t

Then man’ll make you bounce from the heat

[K Koke:]

Click, clack, get back pussy better move

If he makes that, we take that, pluck him for his jewels

Won’t regret that, Forget that, bust it at his crew

When you get back, kick back and watch it on the news

Click, clack, get back pussy better move

If he makes that, we take that, pluck him for his jewels

Won’t regret that, Forget that, bust it at his crew

When you get back, kick back and watch it on the news

[Skeng:]

Bang bang, when I’m coming, you prats better run

Get sand and I done him cause I’m plotting on one

See him then I skuff him, at least get some in

Trust me I’m not running, I’m here till it’s done

See him, confront him, see what he’s on

We’re not fronting, you know what we’re on

Yeah we’re on bang bang, hit you cunts and it’s not long

I know it’s wrong but we’re here now

Blue bandanas by the boxes getting shared out

Cutting up rocks by the blocks it’s getting shared out

I’m on the road, same clothes it’s feeling weird now, here out

Me and my boys we know your whereabouts

What you hearing now?

Sound of the struts that we’re sharing out

Blue bandanas, what you’re fearing now?

Bang bang bang, get zanged now you’re clearing out

[K Koke:]

Click, clack, get back pussy better move

If he makes that, we take that, pluck him for his jewels

Won’t regret that, Forget that, bust it at his crew

When you get back, kick back and watch it on the news

Click, clack, get back pussy better move

If he makes that, we take that, pluck him for his jewels

Won’t regret that, Forget that, bust it at his crew

When you get back, kick back and watch it on the news

Silly them, wanna see me get militant

Nine milli skeng will beat ten cause it’s ignorant

It’s suspects, bang bang, no fingerprint

Roughnecks catch a man, while he’s lingering

Shots catch a man, have his whole frame tingling

Koke is a don, couldn’t care what you think of him

There’s the whole my trigger finger’s in

Please understand the shots are not tryna tickle him

I hope you’re listening, these shots ain’t missing him

Got nothing to lose, not a pot that I’m pissing in

So leave your bits if it’s Bridge that you’re visiting

Cause this knife will have you on the stop pivoting

Cause we’re giving him stabs to the leg

Cause all my fam are mad, get zanged for the bread

Bang out the lead, bang till he’s dead

It’s blue gang fam we bang bang on the red

Click, clack, get back pussy better move

If he makes that, we take that, pluck him for his jewels

Won’t regret that, Forget that, bust it at his crew

When you get back, kick back and watch it on the news

Click, clack, get back pussy better move

If he makes that, we take that, pluck him for his jewels

Won’t regret that, Forget that, bust it at his crew

When you get back, kick back and watch it on the news

K Koke Nothing To Something

[Hook – Jay-Soul]

And I went from nothing to something

I, I had to hold my head to the sky

Now I’m gon learn to push through

Spending my life burnt through

Cos I Went from nothing to something

[Verse 1 – K Koke]

Look

Look

Look

Something out of nothing

That’s what I’m trying to make

I remember when there was nothing on my plate

Hungry, running round reckless for the pap

Money, I need to be forever getting paid

Uh, been for ever feeling pain

Walking through the storm, like I can never feel the rain

Yeah, and It will never be the same

I’m proud of myself so I can never feel ashamed

Uh, and you’ll never see me change

Never for the worst, never for the fame

I’m bettering myself in a whole different way

I’m ready for a surf on a whole different wave

So get your surf boards out

And ride the wave

Till the grave

Or your world falls down

Uh, cos I’m ready to blow

And the word on road is I’m ready to blow

[Hook – Jay-Soul]

And I went from nothing to something

I, I had to hold my head to the sky

Now I’m gon learn to push through

Spending my life burnt through

Cos Went from nothing to something

[Verse 2 – K Koke]

Something outta nothing

That’s what I’m trying to do

I remember struggling

When I was a your

I remember mummy use to hustle to get food

I came from the bottom

And that’s something that I knew

It’s fucked up how I grew

But there’s worser off than me

And that’s something that is true

So I can’t complain

But I can tell you how I’m living so you feel my pain

Uh, feel my rage

Check my life on the road to a life on stage

Trying to find a way to navigate this maze

Trying to fly away and live life OK

And the grime don’t stop

So I try till I die, and my life line drops

Thrive on drive, don’t fight time off

But I don’t mind I like my prof

[Hook – Jay-Soul]

And I went from nothing to something

I, I had to hold my head to the sky

Now I’m gon learn to push through

Spending my life burnt through

Cos I come from nothing to something

I’ve come from nothing to something

K Koke My Time

[Chorus: Bridget Kelly]

And I swear the stars are falling faster then they ever did.

And the sun is burning harder then it has before.

And the moon is closer to my reach then it has ever been.

My time is coming, my time is coming.

And the night time plays the sweetest tunes you’ll ever hear.

A melody that brings me to my knees.

And the wind is wild and knocks me down to whisper in my ear,

Your time is coming, my time is coming.

[Verse 1: K Koke]

Look, look, who ever would’ve thought I could achieve this?

Bet my teachers didn’t middle fingers when I see Ms.

58 Longlents, Stonebridge estate.

I was on the blocks posted for most of my days.

Sizzla, Conroy, Wales and the mandem.

Beating off the wall making rhythms with our handem.

Running from the law tryna push away the hand ting.

Distributing raw cause being poor ain’t worth a damn thing.

But “staybizzy” is the anthem.

I’m tryna buy mommy’s house, push her in a mansion.

Sweet 16 for my pretty little tantrum.

My dreams turned real then they put me in handcuffs.

And ever since I’ve been banged up.

Life’s been a roller, coaster, mad stuff.

Life on the road kept me held up, anchor.

It’s like I can’t float in my boats … plans are.

[Chorus: Bridget Kelly]

And I swear the stars are falling faster then they ever did.

And the sun is burning harder then it has before.

And the moon is closer to my reach then it has ever been.

My time is coming, my time is coming.

[Verse 2: K Koke]

Alright look, look, look, it was all a dream, now they got me up in that magazine.

From the block to the Roc no scatty things.

When my mixtape dropped, I had the effin streets.

Now I get paid gwop to write a fresh 16.

I made somethin’ outta nothin’.

Comin’ from the bottom where we got to get it poppin’.

It really ain’t a problem if to do’s your only option.

I really ain’t discussin’ what we do to get the dough in.

Goin’, goin’, I gotta keep goin’.

I gotta leave poverty and everybody knows it.

I gotta see property, I gotta keep it rollin’.

But nothing like monopoly, I gotta really own it.

Feelin’ like B.I, buzzin’ like a bee hive.

Looking like money every time the honey’s see I.

Living life bummy ain’t for me, no rewind.

G I be til they R.I.P. I

[Chorus: Bridget Kelly]

And I swear the stars are falling faster then they ever did.

And the sun is burning harder then it has before.

And the moon is closer to my reach then it has ever been.

My time is coming, my time is coming.

And the night time plays the sweetest tunes you’ll ever hear.

A melody that brings me to my knees.

And the wind is wild and knocks me down to whisper in my ear,

Your time is coming, my time is coming.

K Koke Film It

Babes listen,

Straight aim ain’t misssin,

I can push it in deep and have your frame twitchin,

We’d be fucking in the streets or your mums kitchen,

I’ll be liftin up her feet,

To stick my fat dick in,

Foot pone shoulder,

I flip her over,

I make her williebounce on my big white soldier,

Let me see that fat back flickin’

Turn it round drop it down she screams when it slips in

She’s a fiend for the big ting

Shes addicted to Koke

When I slip it in slow

Have her wriggling low

Tryna’ get it in mo

Like,

Koke I’m gonna cumm

Babes your fucking with the pro,

Koke your the one,

What babes you didn’t know

Arse in the air,

Pulling hair

When I pull,

Fuck anywhere from the bed to the floor (I know)

Really don’t care,

I know I’m fucking with the pro

[Chorus X2]

Turn it round,

Drop it down,

Watch me dip it low low

In an ass scream and shout,

Give it to me slow mo,

Fast paced half chased,

Kaki in a Miho

Cant wait cum babes,

Film it on your cameraphone

Face buried in the sheets,

Back arched,

I’m ready for the meat,

Babes believe I love the beat when its deep,

Cos’ the stroke is too sweet

High like I’m toking on the weed from the back,

Ready aim,

Squeeze,

Penetration got me elevatin’

Climbing up the walls,

Legs vibrating,

Sheets wet,

Headboard shaking,

Imma’ back it up on my tip-toes,

Let me see how far the tip goes,

Dip low,

Pull it out,

Then put it in slow,

I’m in lust with the way you do me,

Got me screaming out,

“Baby screw me”

You flow I got that good pussy,

And I ain’t too bougié,

To put the work in,

If your tending to the couchié

Listen up cutie,

I am a bad bitch,

Got a goal in from the right angle,

Take the hit,

And I wont snitch to your girlfriend,

Keep it tight,

Cos’ I don’t care,

If we hold hands,

Hit it right

[Chorus 2X]

Turn it round,

Drop it down,

Watch me dip it low low

In an ass scream and shout,

Give it to me slow mo,

Fast paced half chased,

Kaki in a Miho

Cant wait cum babes,

Film it on your cameraphone

Take it down down down,

Fat brown and round,

Hitting hard,

Making sex sounds,

Picturing the next round,

First round,

Make the couchié drown in the semen,

Ye, your pussy gettin’ beat up by the freelift,

Push it in,

Fully in,

Tell me can you feel it,

Ye babe I feel it

Do it like you mean it,

I mean it,

Bedroom bully with the penis,

Imma’ deal with the bully,

Diva run some queen shit,

Please bitch,

You see this,

Your fucking with the king dick,

You ain’t fucking with no dumb bitch,

Come bitch,

Fun flick,

Imma’ make you cum quick,

Cum kid,

Run dick,

Do it how I want it,

Yeah,

Imma do it how you want bitch,

Feet up in the air,

While I’m entering my lump in,

[Chorus X2]

Turn it round,

Drop it down,

Watch me dip it low low

In an ass scream and shout,

Give it to me slow mo,

Fast paced half chased,

Kaki in a Miho

Cant wait cum babes,

Film it on your cameraphone

K Koke Ride Or Die Princess

[Maleeka:]

You make me take you to the street boy

I guess I’m dumb and I’m just weak for ya

Anything that you ever need, yeah, you always come to me

I will be there but baby-baby this just ain’t fair

You make me take you to the street boy

Guess that’s what happens ’cause I’m weak for you

No matter what nobody say, it don’t matter

I don’t care, cause I will be there, but baby-baby this just ain’t fair

[K Koke:]

She’s my Ride or Die Princess

She’s got my best interest

Every time I been stressed

She tell me everytings blessed

Yes, she’s always there when I need her

On time, dere with a heater

She’s realer than most of the mandem on the block

More discreet when handlin the Glock

These pricks can’t handle what I’ve got

Why these pricks just act hot?

This bitch is my stash box

We duck cops tryin to mash gwop

When I need my ting, she drops what she’s doin

‘Cause she knows that I can’t be lucid

And the feds are, always on my case cause they heard I keep a burner on my waist

Barefaced, she knows man woulda done me

So it’s nothing wrong when I need my gun, G

Trust me doggy (doggy), you know I got it like that

She will get it if I want it like that

[Maleeka:]

You make me take you to the street boy

I guess I’m dumb and I’m just weak for ya

Anything that you ever need, yeah, you always come to me

I will be there, but baby-baby this just ain’t fair

You make me take you to the street boy. (Make me take you to the street, boy)

‘Cause that’s what happens ’cause I’m weak for you

No don’t matter what nobody say, it don’t matter

I don’t care, ’cause I will be there, but baby-baby, this just ain’t fair

[K Koke:]

Remember when, I got into that mad scuff

And you brung the burner on the gram box [?]

You done some mad stuff to stop me seein handcuffs

So when I get my grands up, you know I got ya bang love

It’s nothin for my had, ’cause she’d be there with a gun up in her bag

Like ‘Here babe, roads safe, and what’s with them queer jakes

That phone my phone when you need to lock the thing, kay? [?]

So crazy, my Ride or Die lady

Fuck with her and it’s rock-a-bye-baby

Pop up with the block up, let it pop off like crazy

So don’t play me, and don’t play her

We both struggled, so none of us don’t play fair

And if I want it, all I got to do is say the word

Hah, you know I get it like that, she will get it if I want it like that

[Maleeka:]

You make me take you to the street boy

I guess I’m dumb and I’m just weak for ya

Anything that you ever need, yeah, you always come to me

I will be there but baby-baby this just ain’t fair

You make me take you to the street boy

Guess that’s what happens ’cause I’m weak for you

No matter what nobody say, it don’t matter

I don’t care, ’cause I will be there, but baby-baby this just ain’t fair

Now I know that we doin wrong, but I can’t keep away to be home

I’m addicted to ya love, I can’t get enough, I can’t get enough

And I hope I never have to choose ’cause baby you know I’m down for you

Even though, we both know

You make me take you to the street boy

I guess I’m dumb and I’m just weak for you

Anything that you ever need, yeah, you always come to me

And I will be there, but baby-baby this just ain’t fair

You make me take you to the street boy

Guess that’s what happens ’cause I’m weak for you

No matter what nobody say, it don’t matter

I don’t care, ’cause I will be there but baby-baby this just ain’t fair

K Koke Turn Back

[Maverick Sabre:]

I’ve been living this daily

With no peace

No day dreams to save me

Get high cause I want to survive

Wish I could turn back the hands of time

I’ve been living this daily

With no peace

No day dreams to save me

Get high cause I want to survive

Wish I could turn back the hands of time

[K Koke:]

Born May, 1985

Ten months later my little bro arrived

Raised in a place where is due to survive

My Mummy shot food to put honey in our hive

I could see the hunger in her eyes

I could see that suttem wasn’t right

She taught me how to wrap and shot my first ticket

She told me watch my back and be smart with it

And I wish that I could take you there

To a place that my brain takes me every day

I could smile but it still won’t take the pain away

I could try

But remain in this lonely place

From a child I been raised in this soldier way

Mummy didn’t ramp she called us the Kray’s

No joke she showed us the ways

[Maverick Sabre:]

I’ve been living this daily

With no peace

No day dreams to save me

Get high cause I want to survive

Wish I could turn back the hands of time

I’ve been living this daily

With no peace

No day dreams to save me

Get high cause I want to survive

Wish I could turn back the hands of time

[K Koke:]

Mummy couldn’t cope so she turned to drugs

My auntie Tina gave us hope

She was there for us

I was raised on the roads where its rare to trust

And my hearts been broke now I’m scared to love

And I might seem closed till I open up

Feel the weight of the struggle I been holding up

Been betrayed by a cuddle and a heartless hug

I drink pain from a bottle till my heart feels numb

Cause I came from the bottom of this bottle of rum

Ain’t changed from a youngen

I been stuck in the slums

Grey days up in London

Ain’t no summer for us

They tryin to take A

They want my brother in cuffs

And I just came home

This ain’t nothing to us

Like the court don’t know how our sufferer does

This poor home grown

But mums love was enough

So I want to give her more then she has given to us

[Maverick Sabre:]

I’ve been living this daily

With no peace

No day dreams to save me

Get high cause I want to survive

Wish I could turn back the hands of time

I’ve been living this daily

With no peace

No day dreams to save me

Get high cause I want to survive

Wish I could turn back the hands of time

I don’t want to feel this

I don’t want to see this

I don’t want to hurt no more

I don’t want to be this

I don’t want to feel this

I don’t want to see this

Be somebody

Need to get on up, need to get on up now

I’ve been living this daily

With no peace

No day dreams to save me

Get high cause I want to survive

Wish I could turn back the hands of time

I’ve been living this daily

With no peace

No day dreams to save me

Get high cause I want to survive

Wish I could turn back the hands of time

K Koke I Aint Perfect

I ain’t perfect, I’m lookin in the mirror at myself, like koke it ain’t working

I’m still hurting, see the pain in my eyes no lie, the fires still burning

The worlds still turning, still fucked up, still beef, still gotta keep a gun tucked

I feel cursed still nutin but bad luck, dey want me in a box carried by a black truck

So I cary cuzzy I ain’t tryna act tough

I ain’t proud even talking about this strap stuff

I’m trying to get away, troubles tryna catch up

Everywhere I go clowns wanna hear the strap bust

Truss, I seen life from a different vibe, pissy stair ways, crack, houses and homicides

So try me fam, I’m going to ride, a fried beef, not achieve, never gonna hype

The street life got these old peeps horrified, cause yung g’s couldn’t care if tomorrow died

I’ve seen hell through my mother’s eyes

Ain’t nothing worse than when a mother cries, wishes it was different, wish we had another life

Mom you done your best please don’t apologize

Stop looking with those worried eyes, we’re going to make it, we have to I promised kiy

My little princess, it’s all for her interest, need my nieces tia and capricise

And for the little unborn when it reaches, life goes fast so we can’t mistreat it

I’ve been living in the heart of a secret, made me dark, made it hard to achieve shit

My brain’s gonna find it hard to even speak it

But it’s in the past so in the past is where I leave it

I’m full of street shit, I eat it and breathe it

You don’t believe it I’ll show you how the heat spits

Life’s sicker than it’s ever been

I feel menacing

There ain’t no medicine

K Koke Tell You How My Life Is

[Hook]

Let me tell you how my life is (tell you how my life is, tell you how my life is, tell you how my life is)

Let me tell you how my life is (tell you how my life is, tell you how my life is, tell you how my life is)

Let me tell you how my life is

Here’s the truth, here’s the proof

Real life stories to tell

More like stories from hell

4.5 left the floor for the shelf

Enough man move hype, get caught and then tell

Because they don’t wanna see the walls in the cell

Talk tough on the road but can’t talk it in jail

Everywhere I go, I stay real to myself

And everyone I know, knows I’m walking it well

And I ain’t got points to prove

Fuck these critics and their point of views

They couldn’t live a day in my shoes

I speak from the heart so if I say it, it’s true

I creep in the dark, through the rain with my tool

Because the streets are hard, and they wanna see my face in the news

I’m just trying to get my paper and move, away from the ends

Because every day that I stay is a day closer to pen

[Hook]

Let me tell you how my life is (tell you how my life is, tell you how my life is, tell you how my life is)

Let me tell you how my life is (tell you how my life is, tell you how my life is, tell you how my life is)

I’m out here bait

Stuck up in this road life

No lie, everybody knows I

Enough man hate, you know what the roads like

Feds on my case because they heard that I blow 9s

Dead mates got me thinking about old times

Livings fucked so I’m liquored up most nights

Live it up, cause I don’t know what tomorrows like

Couldn’t give a fuck, cause I’m living off of borrowed time

Mummy, I’m sorry, I’m thinking with a hollow mind

A shallow heart lost, trying to follow signs

Trying to do right but I’m left with a life of crime

I’m in the hood like pissy steps or a line of white

This life of mine, ain’t the life I like

But it is what it is so I like to write

These thoughts down line for line

Let me tell you about this life of mine

[Hook]

Let me tell you how my life is (tell you how my life is, tell you how my life is, tell you how my life is)

Let me tell you how my life is (tell you how my life is, tell you how my life is, tell you how my life is)

K Koke Warning

Warning Warning Warning Warning Warning Warning

Kokes here fam what you can’t hear man

No fear gang you pricks don’t scare man

Got your bitch near man chill with me and fear that

Tear tracks like I’m running in my Air max

Big straps big like the Bridge flats

Tick tack hit me I hit back

Kick back watch how I did that

Click clack on your clique cah ya cliques wack

This man watch a loada shit hit fans

You can’t miss man VIP wrist band

You don’t blow straps you blow air like a big fan

Don’t hold back I go there I’m a big man

You’re a victim left there when the stick bang

Listen I can have your man missing

Wishing he never got caught slipping

Warning bring your burners out

Warning

Warning bring your burners out

Warning

Warning bring your burners out

Warning

Where are all these straps that I heard about

Warning bring your burners out

Warning

Warning bring your burners out

Warning

Warning bring your burners out

Warning

Where are all these straps that I heard about

You can’t get me caught up

Don’t know what you thought bruv

I get pure love pure koke the raw stuff

War us and get blown by a sawn off

Tortured cause I’m cold like a orphan

Kick a gyal belly like have an abortion

No telling liar liar stop talking

Liar liar on fire he’s scorching

Don try a Ryder you’ll be lying in the morgue king

Four fifth lift his wig like foreskin

For walkin in the ends like he’s touring

Bore him tryna walk before he’s crawling

Big man ting lemme school

How about lift mans wig in the morning

Catch him while he’s yawning

Front door him on a raw ting

Done with the hype ting I’m sending out a warning

Warning bring your burners out

Warning

Warning bring your burners out

Warning

Warning bring your burners out

Warning

Where are all these straps that I heard about

Warning bring your burners out

Warning

Warning bring your burners out

Warning

Warning bring your burners out

Warning

Where are all these straps that I heard about

Fix up low the mix up get you’re shit tucked

Your bitch sucks her tits on my dick bruv

While your out raving she jumpin on some big nuts

I’m in saving tryna get my dick rubbed

My big dawg got a big dawg it spits hard

It lifts cars if you diss ours it barks

Big large big cars hood stars

You’re a big fraud you’re the type to go and get sarge

Act hard I’m the type to go and get large

Clap stars let him hype in the grave yard

I’m back bro like I was the saviour

I clap mine gone I’ll see you later

I back my talk high 5 hater

The guns tall like a big sky scraper

No safety one in the chamber

Warning bring your burners out

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Warning bring your burners out

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Warning bring your burners out

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Where are all these straps that I heard about

Warning bring your burners out

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Warning bring your burners out

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Warning bring your burners out

Warning

Where are all these straps that I heard about

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