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letra de biker's anthem - ghetts

[intro: ghetts & scorcher]
we’re biker boys
biker boys set their own rules
aye, yo, scorch, what’s the destination, fam?
fam, it’s- it just say the a4, fam
yeah? about [?]
i’m a rider, g

[chorus: scorcher & ghetts]
there ain’t nothing like stunting in summer on a nice bike
120 on the high way, it’s nothing but bright lights
yeah, it’s a nice life
the life’s nice
all i need is two wheels
every time i ride
i’m in another car, side to side
yo, scorcher, it’s time to fly
1:20 on the clock, come ready to be off

[verse 1: ghetts]
i’m riding through the city
1:20 on the clock, i’m breaking the highway code
f-ck the traffic light
i ain’t glad it’s night but i’m glad it’s night
t-shirt blowing in the wind through town
[?] device and right hand on the throttle
r6, new ship model
and this speed is hard to break like a lucozade bottle
but i ain’t stopping for reds and i ain’t stopping for feds
full time [?], i ain’t even stopping for [?]
five up, one down, i’m smooth with the mechanism
when i come through, everybody show me recognition
some tell me, “stop riding” but i never listen
first gear clutch, rev and i’m missing
north, south, west and east, all around
ghetts is seen
i can’t cool it down, arrest, i’m free
pop up a wheelie for the kids on the block
and then i’m off

[verse 2: scorcher]
i come through holding on your handles
you love it when i lean back and lift you up
i spent a few grand when i picked you up
you hate when i’m standing to the side
or take another girl out for a ride
you try to hype up but it backfires
a couple of times, you gave me two flat tires
always roll with me when i’m linking them cr-p buyers
in and out the manor, moving something like a p-ssing train
but it’s just the two of us, gunning down the fast lane
you’re like, “harder, baby, do it faster, baby”
you get jealous when i see i’d love a larger lady
when i tickle your tummy, i swear your laugh is crazy
but since i got a new car, you ain’t been laughing lately
when you’re home in the morning, it don’t hardly faze me
i’m like, “what’s your problem? i got a shot in tottenham”
hurry up and get dressed before i’m long and lost them
believe me, i love my bike

[verse 3: ghetts]
the realness is
no license attached to insurance
how long could i last? this is a test of endurance
how could i ever be late for a performance?
f-ck a speed camera, this bike ain’t registered to me
do a plate check, hiding the key right
and take left to shake feds
i went from pedals to peds to power bikes
this ain’t been caught in a [?]
such would, a lot of youts have died in super bikes
and that’s the reason that my mum’s shook
i tell her, “don’t worry”, i’m reason it’s fun, look
your son’s hooked
i’m a biker by blood
my pops is a rider, my rider is my pops
so, my thing for speed
i can’t choose, i increase the lead
buffers on the back, she be looking like a leash of keys
hold me tight, it’s only right, i’m a g, believe
this here’s a new machine
never been [?], there [?]

- ghetts

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