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letra de plugged in freestyle - mitch (uk)

[intro]
fumez the engineer, plugged in
mitch, realest out the city, you know, gang business
you know how we’re coming
look, look

[verse 1]
luke fumez, i cook tunes and push brooms
courtrooms ’cause i caught yout’s in the afternoon
four members in this blue saloon
but we don’t do balloons
i’ve got a t spot jumping off a tablespoon
and i ain’t gotta ’cause this tune cries
i’m live in the room guys
no boybands like maroon 5
i figured out to get this money in some big amounts
and olders hating on me ’cause i’ve got a bigger house
you don’t rap the truth but you want respect from the yout’s
you’ve been slappеd, stop rapping like your shoe
i’m the voicе, them man are mute
shoot man if they don’t salute
if i see man on my route
i’ll do it and i’ll take pursuit
first in gmg to make a hundred quid
broad day and hid
i did bootings in a bid
who’d thought i’d make it [?]?
them man type alot
i roll with the pipe alot
it’s frying on my block
where i’m from it’s piping hot
look dude
i cook beef like it’s cooked food
don’t pretend to prove
this glizzy send you to the moon
a bumpy road but it’s getting smooth
since i made a tune
don’t assume
i won’t boom, boom, shake the room
they wanna write me off
i never had a writer’s block
i was turnt like mysp-ce, microsoft
they couldn’t send me shop
don’t confuse me with no, i made it pop
them man are fruity when the lights go off
and now they’re saying i’m a show-off
‘where you get your flow off?’
i’ve done mazzas that i bet you didn’t know of
the streets ain’t the same
you need a chainsaw to take my chain
unless you make it disappear but you ain’t david blaine
four years, i had four channels
crab in a barrel
still outside tryna slide like a door panel
catch me in dior flannels
and these barrels sing like christmas carol
i ain’t getting robbed then throwing in the towel
i was chilling in the chapel, now i’m king in my castle
say my name, but if they touch me it’s hassle
your favourite rapper’s rapper so i’m baffled
they’re like eve with a apple
yeah you rap but in time you’ll unravel
from gridlock to me shouting, no flip-flops
corn like lip-gloss
[?] with the ripped tops
from rick ross to rock and roll, no slipknot
i’m on the block making drinks, they’re making tik toks
and i don’t need it on my wrist if there’s a big clock
free nige, i done it in the chip shop
why you think half my block’s in them padlocks?
before i couldn’t paint a picture like van gogh
and i can’t rock with these yout’s, they say i’m standoff
when gps was on my ankle like shamrock
and nah you ain’t been a slime from the sandbox
from trap spots to [?], it’s los santos
cah i was serving lisa and anisa
in my cab, checking the meter
‘yo gaff, i beg you turn up the heater’
when i was on soho with melina
my twix and ribena
where was you lot? i never see ya
but i don’t know about a litre
i can pattern you a beater
or a feature
i had nothing, i was a dreamer
take a breather
i know from my demeanour
i’m a dealer
i’m gang, just a little bit cleaner
fumez the engineer
(f-ck off blud)
[?]/

[verse 2]
if you, you, na, forget that, if i
ever bop my opps in dubai
i’d leave man chilling in the sky
i done shh but still there’s no reply
i’m in brum every day, it’s like the shy
and these new little yout’s, they don’t apply
i know shh got shh, he tried to lie
i still gotta get him down before i die
see [?] cooking like july
you dyed your hair blonde you fruity guy
don’t report this to youtube on the sly
you know i’m loose like simba ksi
and if you ever see mitch in tgi’s
i’ve got a rambo knife that’s twice my size
still want jack daniel on my fries
look, i’m from the [?], no celly
then straight to the bank like benny
i’m a all-star like kenny
but i’m from the block like jenny
spinner, shotty, semi
these shots ain’t no henny
if this [?] holds twenty
i make it scream like…
dilemma like kelly
before i had a bar like peggy
how many pagans? many
ask my probation…
she knows it’s many, many
and if i take it there it’s edgy
you see my stolens come with petty
and man have been [?] already
they rap but they can’t do this to a tune
you can’t act…then still be a goon
knew about fumez before i knew about tunes
before i ever swept landings with a broom
i was tryna spray this like perfume
and there’s never no room when i’m in the room
but, see that breh
heard that tear
he screamed like rick flair
and now we’re not equal, no we’re not fair
and i’ve got a shotgun spare
teddy got one too, that’s a pair
super like mare
never done a musical chair
and that’s a up right there
the ones with the twist in his hair
check, check, them man shy like snoochie
they don’t know nutting ’bout bookie
hop this hooptie
call, no duty
toosie slide in a two-seat
but this corn ain’t cheap like lucy
and if i shake this wap like [?]
mitchy, you know i’m bad like boosie
and the pagans remind me of [?]
brum town booter
gm recruiter
he got smoked like [?]
if you say that i might shoot ya
driller like [?] or [?]
from computer to a shooter
fumez engineer but he ain’t a producer
never been a loser
remember mitch made a boomer remover
the same t–th that i push in a 9, i push that in the luger
works with no tutor
[?] boys said i never had a future
then i got signed by…fendi and puma
look, i’m from brum but they call me a gooner
i don’t really humour your dead diss tracks, should’ve sent back sooner
you know i’m crisp like luda
tell my girl ‘call me a uber’
check, look, i’m the flow switcher
now they want a picture
never been beat up in jail like…
b4 blocks, what a mixture
top of the league, no football fixture
page four scripture
i brought the drillers to the party, i never brought mixer
i see the pagans chat bare sh-t from jail
i beg someone call him a [?]
cold with the stick, i’m a twister
burst like blister
if i see you shopping in bicester
never left a strap at my sister’
after this freestyle, address me as a mister
beat it like swifta
blue slim rizla
mitchy you love bonfire like sizzler
tour back home in the sprinter
that’s your bredrins works, yeah he jumped in the dinger
you black face ninja
now you wanna rap, last week was a singer
you man are tramps, no stinger
all the girls say you’re a minger
i left maxine at home, couldn’t bring her
jump out and i tap like tinder
make a man do the malinger
all of the things that i done with this index finger
remember i was in school with [?]
fumez the engineer

- mitch uk

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