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letra de bumpin - lunar c

[verse 1]
i’m a bad boy from bradford like chiller crew
you’ll get put in a boot if you push me
don’t talk sh-t on your tunes cause when i see you
you’ll say it’s just music and spud me
hope you’re not blowing your money on clothes and jewels
but you’re still not getting no p-ssy
been time since i spat on a beat this tempo
but i still don’t sound rusty
if i don’t send back, you escape death
i move like the sas
put your hands up if you’ve been to the nhs
for clap but never clapped for the nhs
got a chav lass always in stitches, she’s a mocker
she pops gun fingers in the air when i f-ck her
barе man snitch but i’m not gonna, i’m not gonna
i don’t rate, i’ma fear ’em
whispеr under my breath when i’m near ’em
they hate but they keep saying yes to their parents
whole heap of bullsh-t i’m hearing
half man, half goat, it’s a balancing act
spinning mc’s is no challenging task
my face is bait, no ballys and masks
but don’t get pally and that, got cali in packs
and i don’t sell drugs but i might sell you some drugs if you ask me
n0body wanted to battle me when i was battling
i stopped telling y’all “wanna clash me?”
i’ll call you from your own home phone number
and make you listen while i torture your family
if you see me breaking rum neat outta the bottle then call me a taxi
i’ll spray paint ‘nonce’ on your front room window
been cold since you was writing with crayons
we only care bout cash, what are they on?
send for me, summon me like a seance
[verse 2]
i’d rather be dirty minded than brainwashed
not my fault, i better blame god
f-ck about then f-ck about
i’ll rip your face off with a face/off
way back, i was on a video shoot
and made a vegan girl get me a nando’s
i’m not proud of the c-nt that i am
but i talk bout it cause it’s facts though
that sket that you wifed up
likes mc’s who are repping it like us
inbox flex like a festival lineup
she’s gonna end up messing your life up
she’s one of them end of the night ones
when you get whatever’s left in the nightclub
don’t stress women, just let money pile up
that’s why i k!ll everything i touch
no way i could ever let anyone say i’m the second best
it’s so hard maintaining a level head
when they don’t say i’m the greatest they’ve ever met
take souls, i’m the angel of death
i’m blessed, my demise is a stranger i’ve never met
you’re just chasing the ratings you’ll never get
i get paid cause i’m basically better yes
since onlyfans blew i don’t see no prostitutes on the lane
was the only they made money for gain
now they don’t know what to do, it’s a shame
man paying for subscriptions
ain’t f-cking and what, how stupid are they?
more pimping and less simping
p-ssyhole just stop, you’ll ruin the game
i had to flip my music money cause it just weren’t coming in fast enough
put the money into the music and pray that it all came back to us
i don’t care bout platinum
i don’t tell one of these songs that i drop “go silver”
lost a lot of friends on the way
but it made me stronger like what don’t k!ll ya
only high grade i roll up
i don’t smoke roll ups, no i ain’t got no filter
flex like your girlfriend on instagram
sh-t’s getting ugly cause i got no filter
if you owe me i’m on you
if i owe you i’ll get back to you when i’m not busy
got kicked out of my own show
cause i had a p-ss on the wall, oh no what a pity
kicked out of my own show
cause i dropped bare coke on the floor, i was going on divvy
you just let down the crowd like when i’m outta town
and i’m shouting out the wrong city
[outro]
he said “is it flake?”, take a bump and see
i’m not who you wanna bump into
got spun on a track, man are bumping me
a ton for a gram and i’m bumping you
he said “is it flake?”, take a bump and see
i’m not who you wanna bump into
got spun on a track, man are bumping me
a ton for a gram and i’m bumping you

- lunar c

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