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Headie One – 21 Gun Salute Lyrics

21 Gun Salute Lyrics By ​Headie One

Flip, flip
Flip, yo

Off the roof, twenty-one gun salute (One, one)
I love the truth ’cause it make them uncomfortable
My lifestyle’s wonderful (One)
My future is colourful (One)
Why they so miserable? (One)
They come like Miss Trunchbull (Turn, turn)
Bro stepped out with a Glock 19, I feel untouchable
Bad B talk like she wanna be wifey, I can’t put my trust in you (Told me turn, ayy)
My blessings still comes in two (Told me turn)
My presence fill up the room (Told me turn, ayy)
They think I do ooh-ooh, call me Professor Dumbledore (Turn, turn, turn)

Call me Lord Voldemort (One)
Call me Ron Weasley (Flip, flip)
I thought trapping was easy until the feds wanna put me on B wing (Turn)
They tried tell me category one or two, no work, no category three ting (Ayy)
Same day I got my sentence, I still went and sent a pack to C wing
Shorty said she wouldn’t leave me but I soon heard “I’m done with you” (One)
She said I’ll still keep in touch with you (One)
And I still have love for you
And, if you have love for me, why would you let them put cuffs on you? (S-S-S-Suh)
How can I put my trust in you? (Told me turn, ayy)
How many times did the gang dem scream “Free me”, police just don’t wanna leave me (Told me turn)
Told bro I’ll blow and he didn’t believe me, he used to throw away my CDs (Told me turn, ayy)
Top floor flip, you ever heard the beenies? They fall in love when they see me (Turn, turn, turn)
Might give it up if she tease me (One)
She rub it all like a genie (One)

Off the roof, twenty-one gun salute
I love the truth ’cause it make them uncomfortable
My lifestyle’s wonderful
My future is colourful
Why they so miserable?
They come like Miss Trunchbull (Turn, turn)
Bro stepped out with a Glock 19, I feel untouchable
Bad B talk like she wanna be wifey, I can’t put my trust in you (Told me turn, ayy)
My blessings still comes in two (Told me turn)
My presence fill up the room (Told me turn, ayy)
They think I do ooh-ooh, call me Professor Dumbledore (Turn, turn, turn, turn)

On the move, he burning my dough on the spoon (Rise it)
Up and shoot, then brodie get back in the coupe
I just shut down the malis and scousers
I’m back in the bando, I barricade doors (Hahaha)
My nigga, my story is real, they can vouch me, I know you fabricate yours
Three in the morning, they got me in custody talking to constables (Not again)
A trap house went up in flames on the mains and they said I’m responsible
I’m not the nigga you saw (Yeah), I’m not the nigga you thought
I bought my bitch a new bag, I made it back already, I’m comfortable (Ski, ski, ski)
You niggas know LB my twin and most of you niggas our nephews, our kids
I’m sendin’ you rats to the hood and I’m bringin’ my niggas to live in the sticks (Facts)
Half a billion streams, independent, most niggas ain’t done what we did (They ain’t done what we did)
We done turned down five mill’ deals, let me talk my shit, I’m young and I’m rich (Ski, ski)

Off the roof, twenty-one gun salute
I love the truth ’cause it make them uncomfortable
My lifestyle’s wonderful
My future is colourful
Why they so miserable?
They come like Miss Trunchbull (Turn, turn)
Bro stepped out with a Glock 19, I feel untouchable
Bad B talk like she wanna be wifey, I can’t put my trust in you (Told me turn, ayy)
My blessings still comes in two (Told me turn)
My presence fill up the room (Told me turn, ayy)
They think I do ooh-ooh, call me Professor Dumbledore (Turn, turn, turn, turn)