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Loves Grime Freestyle Lyrics - Artist : Wiley
(Fatality)
E2 weaver Had the first Sega Blud, I emerged out of jungle fever Volume One Creeper Roman street sweeper (Dayum) Don't get gash by the hour, rudeboy I get gash by the metre Wilehouse senior Them all lean you E3 teacher L.O.N. preacher UK speaker Trinidad bloodline I got bars, good ones, crap ones Slower ones, fast ones, rap ones I see you ain't got money, better stack some I said it before, I say it again - that sum Back in the way, I had a bar, black one 2-11 at my baby, crap one Shitting in my nappy, it's a pamper, crap one Here you go, smell it, ooh, fat one (Whoo Kid) Get off your toilet, shitty pants twenty minute bands Living with it, and it's bad habitat one I was on one, now I'm at one With a white one and a black one Got a thin one and a fat one Got cool bars and the slack ones I'm too hard on the track son I'm too scarred so I gotta walk with God Not too scarred so I pipe one I'm a black one Black what? Black who? I got a cash gun And I shoot out notes at the retail dealers Swipe with the card, black one, black Yeah that's the colour of the Ashton, and another freestyle Racks on racks one I'm another king in this country, black one And I want a queen like Kim Kardashian, she's got a bumper, black one I got a new one, white red and blue one But I'm done with the colours for now I see a soundboy try running with my sound Try running with my sound? Stop Because I'm a big darg, you're running with a hound Numbers in action, running in my lounge Look at this money that I found What fucking money? There ain't no money there you silly... haha Haha That's a classic Wiley Whoo Kid Another classic Innit? UKA The album Coming soon Wiley Whoo Kid Dayum Can't forget Live bass Entertainment Chris.com Thisis50.com And radioplanet.tv Pow Jheeze |
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