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letra de warm up sessions - benny banks

[part 1]
dad died, mum tried her best to raise me
tried her best not to let the streets take her baby
all the love in the world weren’t gonna feed or pay me
so i had to cut my own strings before she sent me crazy
nuff respect to the single lady
bringing up her baby on sh-tty wages
even though i f-cked up
i still give you ratings cos all the fingers pointin’ [?]
hold tight the first chick that got to have my baby
same sh-t, nuttin’ changes
they say revengе is sweet girl you’re gonna taste it
movin’ snakey shе’d have thought yous a paigan
it’s in my nature to get you back
so when i beat your friends don’t be gettin’ mad
you already sent me to h-ll n’ back
yeah there’s still abit of love but i’m deadin’ that
one love for all the chicks that i couldn’t beat
hear me on the beat now they wanna beat
used to have to stunt, now i f-ck for free
i even got this one b-tch handing over p’s
prostitute, i don’t bone for free but i’m gettin’ tired of these hoes cah these hoes are cheap
never been the type to kiss or cuddle while i go to sleep
they’re just hoes to me, why you think i bone n’ leave
well done to this girl that i settle with
imma be real with you, show you everything
imma take you out of the hood, show you better sh-t
you and me, ride or die til’ the end of it
you can give my daughter a brother
you’d probably have to war with her mother
she ain’t gonna like that you’re sworn as my lover
you hear what i just said girl, you’re sworn as my lover
last but not lest the most important in my life
my daughter, she the most important in my eyes
daddy’s little angel, she the reason i’m alive
she the reason that i’m here and ain’t ended up inside
me and mummy couldn’t work it out
melted through he wax and the candle til’ we burnt it out
went down a one way road there’s no turnin’ round
turnt my back on your mum but i’d never turn you down
i remember your first breath but daddy weren’t around to remember your first step
i was in the trap til’ there weren’t any work left
workin’ for a prat man, i barely just earnt bread
mummy had to lock her home, f-ckin’ with another bloke
you the only reason that i never made the suttin’ blow

[part 2]
i’m like natural born k!llers
i can get a fascio clapped for 4 figure’s
so don’t come around me and stunt or talk wicked
the youngen go mad with the swammy and you’re finished
i’m like money and [?] before women
if you don’t walk the walk what the f-ck is you talkin’ it?
i can’t show you half hearted cos i’m all in it
i mix him body, lift him up there, forklift him
the good die young, it’s a vicious circle
i ain’t tryna be a hero, ain’t ninja turtle
a lot of man are washed up, yeah they stink of persil
i’m like dank out of dam, all these pr-cks commercial
believe me when the chase spittin’
man have to dive like shay given
cah dargy you can die like an aids victim
bada-bing bada-boom, have your face missin’
never been a p-ssy but i’ve always been a dodgy c-nt
bada-bing bada-boom, you can get your body slumped
you can hold a sh-ll the same size as a hockey puck
i’ll send a younger in a cab to come hot you up
round ere’ we only deal with proper stuff
get yourself sucked if you’re ordering a box or up
i can calll paps, paps will come box you up
right hook, left hook, p-ssy you’ll be coughing blood
you ain’t ever slept in a traphouse
the only time you’ve ever seen the rock was in smackdown
you ain’t beatin’ off the glock what ya chat bout?
me? i’m the frontline
you? you’re the background
i’m 6ft deep, you just act down
fly boy, go and ask your chick if i stand out
stand down before i make you the man down
hands down banks i’m the best, it’s around town
a lot of people say [?] but they wanna spud me when we’re in the flesh
it’s probably gon’ be ugly when i meet my death
snail with no sh-ll, got a slug that’ll eat your head
clear sight, p-ss me off i start seein’ red
i’ll spin you right so hype you’ll be seein’ left
no snitching round ere’ we don’t speak to feds
i’ve got a younger that’ll bun a man and leave him dead
playin’ for the team, never on the bench
i can show you how to make a bag out of 50 pence
i ain’t 50 cent darg and i ain’t eminem
london boy you know i’m totally your president
flow so perfect, people say that it was heaven sent
if me and you got war just know you’re waring with a terrorist
my whole squads on some messy sh-t
i’ll take a shot from the spot on a messy tip

- benny banks

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