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Fecha de emisión: 10.12.2018
Restricciones de edad: 18+
Idioma de la canción: inglés
Doomsday |
: Rose |
Are you really on beef my son |
Are you really tryna get a boy bun |
Got my rammy on me like Swift tryna hit a mans lung |
Numerous dippings, mummy’s kitchen |
Miss and I bet you know what Avenue done |
Bro came through with a rusty one |
Tryna leave mans face look hideous |
Then he came through with twin rambos |
They was lookin like Ferb and Phineas |
Like beefing them man’s boring |
How many times have I been to your block just touring |
Bro got a hole in 1 and he dash |
Then he came back really tryna get more in |
And man love talk bout filds |
They ain’t ever been out on th astro |
Trapboy man step on the pave with food |
And I move that shit in the backroad |
Like who got licked in the back tho |
How many gyal gave uck in the bando |
It’s peak if bro turn Samurai Jack |
It’s unlimited ching for a man go |
And man put food on my board no wake |
And I bun that shit like Django |
Remmy got sent OT |
Now he’s international like Gabriel Sango |
: Tee |
Not really into the beef ting |
All my life I care about p’s |
But these man love talk and then dashing |
Then they come and send for the B |
Lemme not even talk about (shh) |
He ain’t ever out on the streets |
Then you claim that you do drillings |
You don’t even start for your team |
Zero goals this season |
But you always seem to get touched |
You got caught slipping in ends |
Then you claim that you’re on lunch |
Tryna move like a civilian |
We know you ain’t really on us |
Lemme not even talk about Laytown |
That’s already patterned by Chuks |
(My bro) |
These fucking neeks still blazing |
Face it, back your mash and start shaving |
Paigons, moving like yous are naked |
On my mums you can’t even aim it |
Don’t ever chat in the B |
Cause you love hopping the station |
Young girly heard my name was Tee |
So she licked my balls so amazing |
Tell her check the score then she gotta do the team |
K32 divided by 2 |
Minus 1 that’s D15 |
Hit her from the back |
And then she gives hat |
Said bitch you better lick this clean |
Chat shit, you get splashed quick |
And then you’re nowhere to be seen |
I don’t like all the talk on the net |
But you know all the opp boys rate it |
Dip man down, my rambz it flick |
Lean and jab like Deonte Davis |
These pussios keep faking |
Then you’re slapped around like Eoin Eamonn |
Get mashed up like your older |
Left him lying in the pavement |
Caught man lacking in school |
Had his t-shirt looking like wine |
I ain’t gotta chat too loose |
Cause you know that it was done by AV9 |
Opp get a now she’s asking man |
How the dick so nice |
I wanna go tour on the opp block |
Boy you know man gotta hit that twice |
If yous grip and ride, then we grip and shoot |
If you wan' make the opp boys hide |
I bell up BP and Moskii too |
You know that we ride for the gang |
But most your man love to pick and choose |
Diligent step on the aunties son, and |
Diligent step on the paigon yute |
: Rose |
They love to show batty batty they run |
Show me your chest I don’t wanna see bum |
Told bro come that there might be opps |
By the time he came they was already gone |
I swear that (shh-shh) got dropped |
Juice all over the place like rum |
All of the opps love talk on the net |
Can’t wait till the day that they all get bun |
About bang on who |
How you gon' gas up your gang for failure |
If they come round on the beef ting |
Send man off in a ship like sailor |
And bro bro said he need teeth |
Not the teeth that you get on a sabre |
And 3 shanks up in a rave got 2 for now |
Saving one for later |
Have you ever seen bro go cray' |
Crazy-cray' like a pissed off horse |
Outstraight can leave man corpse |
3 bang in the chest and feel no remorse |
Man know ‘bout bro TSav |
He’s way too sav' like Y. JSav |
Y.J's the youngest in charge |
Better do what he says |
Or you could get stabbed |
: Tee |
Come to the ends you know you get beaten |
Back up a skeng because you will need it |
Bring all your friends you know they ain’t leavin' |
Deep this till' your keep it seal it |
Joke around we don’t need it |
Yeet it sell it off to the B Side demons |
Have the 24 screamin' |
And have the 24 leanin' |
: Rose |
Bang to the face till a man see less |
I’m with BS in a gorgeous ride |
That 125 it skid round there to your block |
But you weren’t on piss you lied |
How many times we rid, you hid |
That could’ve been more than a gorgeous night |
True say I could’ve backed my ramb |
But I fell in love with a baby 9 |
If I touch man up with my fangs |
You better be gassed cah that’s my baby |
Told bro that I gotta be back by 10 |
I need to show love to my lady |
How many times have we stepped on a random |
With no intent to get raid-y |
Told lil' bro don’t lack |
Now he just rolled with Jack and Amy |
: Tee |
Who, who, milly rockin' on you, you |
Got a shank on my hip and mash work and dip |
And ride for my crew, crew |
Brown and peng a ten out of ten |
She lookin' all cute, cute |
She backs out a skeng and gives head instead |
Wallahi that’s true, true |
A million clips no reload |
I bang goals no zeros |
Don’t move grams or sell am |
But my young g’s move kilos |
My opps call me a bastard |
To me I treat them like heroes |
I make their life a disaster |
But it helped me show my true ego |