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letra de grease monkey - kieran sutton-gibble

grease monkey lyrics
wide or no ball whatever will it be, shut the f–k down thisath i’m here to spill the real tea. in the cricket team you think you’re number one, but you’re a sh-t player so you are gonna get done

cmon thisath lookin hungry for some drama, stop asking underage girls for bobs and vagana
bobs and vagana, bobs and vagana, thisath only asks for bobs and vagana

so who the h-ll is hayley and why do you like her (ew), i’m a god spinner while you’re just a sh-t pacer (oof). lying about your age, you were born in 05, my rhymes sting so much like a beehive

well my name’s jaison and here’s the deal. i’m the best d-mn brother in the world (ain ‘t bragging or lying) just keeping it real. i do it right i never do it wrong, i can spit fire without stopping all day long!
n0body can touch me, i can’t be beat, everyone be knowin’ this, it’s the word on the street!
you think you a soldier of the game and you think you got a name, but when i start talking fame all i hear about you is lame. they say you look like a lion but you’re really tame, i can look around your crew and label them the same. i wouldn’t pet you though, i’m not trying to stroke your head or your mane, just in case you thought you were ahead, i’ll keep checking your lane. what’s that? you’d eat me alive? how would you catch me? should i count to five?then start running around so i don’t leave you behind? do you think i’m mean? should i be kind?
but i am kind, a four of a kind. you’re just a pair waiting for the turn of the river after the flop. it’s like waiting for water to dry after you mop. you’re better off doing something else like browsing the shop
you’re rapping sk!lls are so lousy i can’t even tell you to stop
i’m getting drowsy every second listening to you try to rhyme lollie and pop. keep your candy ass lines in the wrapper because a rapper you’re not

this sh-t blows your minds son, we be coming out with the big guns
f-ck u up and leave you plastered in the dump, leave you dried out like a raisin in the sun. i raise the bar every time you come around
hit you in the face turn you into a f-cking clown, droppin dimes on these hoes like it ain’t sh-t, now we rollin h-lla dobbies and we still rich. gottem hittas coming through and they go to work swerving in the lambo it got h-lla torque and my aim is like lando don’t even need the force got ice in my veins like kobe in the fourth

- kieran sutton gibble

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