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letra de word on road freestyle - juke (lab tv)

little divvies they be claimin that they bust g
.357 got the triggers they ain’t touch me
any type of lip and i’ll be l!ckin off the pumpy
jumpin in your crib and you’ll be p-ssing in your undies
government are making me, hate your f-cking country
f-ck a 9-to-5, i’m after raising major monkeys
jumping any track, it could be hip-hop or funky
illest with the graft i’ve got the strip locked with junkies
like i’m chopping a van gogh
haters be hating cause i’m having it bang off
two lads, two straps, john wayne in a stand-off
telling them b-tches to be keeping their hands off
graft on a bb, kid you know that you’re bang on
jib chillin in the pad and you be getting your w-nk on
chattin bout jukey kid i’m getting my shank on
scatties start stressing then you give her the tampon
rugey in the rave, putting my hands up
choppin, croppin, cutting the d-mn stuff
i’m fishin in holland and i’m smoking the dank buds
packin more flake than a rag full of dandruff
chattin that you’re packing but you’re poor as a bum
just to get a tenner draw you’re doing chores for your mum
every graft that you do kid was awfully dumb
claim beef and then i bang a .44 at your drum
check it
you’re the lemon in the lemsip
i’m in the rangey moving kezza down the m6
kid it’s rap i never move it in the wet whip
they see me ballin now i’m making all the skets drip
but when i was skint kid, they didn’t wanna know me
illest with the lyrics, now you wanna be my homie
kettle’s sick left wrist got the roley
juke’s earning quids while you’re signing on the dole g
f-ck making it rain bro, you know i make it snow g
lay em don’t pay em doing rammas in the stoley
always on the strike you’ll never leave me as the goalie
if you’re beefing with the team kid i break it down slowly
stay stockin, locking up the cuzzy
para with the plod cause the pot’s got me nutty
don’t be chattin glockin kid you’re nothing but a p-ssy
kid’ll get a poppin leave you rotting in the ducky
scruffs need a scrub kid, they’re minty like a tic tac
strapping ozes take the biscuit off a kit-kat
start dumping if you’re lumping imma wig that
rag an rm 25′ and imma rip that
dutch hit that, big clutch slip that
rich boys nit that, sick kush lit that
i’ve got the remy, got the krizzy imma sip that
i ask the waiter for the bill and imma tip that
got dosh kid, spinning major lemo
debts get deleted, never leave them in my memo
soon as the phone starts belling it’s a h-llo
x3 beamer, never see me in a renault
ha, you’ll never catch me in a fizzer
kidnapped, cut your f-cking hand off with a whizzer
get on me sonny, got the oggles of the kizza
drug addicts kidda, nothing makes me sicker
i’ve made moves from huyton to brixton
i’m bagging ozes bro don’t ask me to tip them
i’ve tinted out the windows didn’t see me in the whip
i’m speeding after enemies and squeezing off the stick kid
you won’t find it funny when i’m peeling off a clip
won’t be chippin till you’re kipping
wouldn’t leave it in your rib
have the 7 series beamer f-cking screaming like the stig
120 on the mot’ i’ll have it squealing like a pig
you want beef? getting reeled in like a fish
ktm 45′ i’ll pop a wheelie on the sh-t
my main problem is i think fast when i’m furious
run up on your man lad i’ll have a bang at all of yous
never going heaven kid i’ll never find it glorious
looking at the bible what a sh-tty little story kid
ever since the age of five my mummy said i’m naughty kid
ride till i die, i’ll survive till i’m caught and wigged, bang!

- juke lab tv

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