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letra de play it loud - perfect hand crew

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[hook]

play my sh-t only if you play it loud
i say play it loud
you know frenchies proud

b-ss as heavy as a m-ssive crowd
everything’s allowed
you can do it loud

[verse 1: tasty took]

puffin’ on the spliff, always feelin’ high
talkin’ to the b-tch, nah i ain’t feelin’ shy
yeah yeah yeah i’m the guy
don’t don’t don’t ask me why she is never dry
i will sh-g the chick until she touch the sky

til’ she fly over the cloud
yeah man, i’m a psycho
smashin’ any set of the djs that i know
beatin’ the riddim with the knee, with the elbow
you can see me ridin’ with billy and mago

yes bro, i said i’m a psycho
trust me, there is nowhere that i can’t go
where i can’t roll
i’m fly, i don’t lie with the flow
i’m a big frie like frisco

coz i’m a grime lord, grime head
who told you that phc’s dead
who told you that we don’t make bread
should i repeat what i’ve already said

i am a the riddim k!ller
the super raver, super baker, super nova
ring the alarm, lock your farm
wolfs out, now it’s a danger

when we go in, when we come through
punch in your chin, what are you gonna do
im born to win, i never lose
if you don’t know what i mean, demande au couz

jviens de montpellier and i was in manchester
day by day, man’s bigger and better
i just wanna play with my french manner
i want you to say, tasty is the master

tasty is the don, tasty is my father
i am his son, darth tasty vader
don’t leave me alone, give me a favor
play the song and put it louder

don’t f-ck up the b-ss or i f-ck up your face
give me some sp-ce and we mash up the place
i can spit faster, louder, harder
i f-ck up the race and smash the showcase

[hook]

[verse 2: billy]

you heard the man like woi
them man are hard but act like boys
don’t get silly, nick name billy
don’t mean i’m nice, i’m just makin’ noise

woi i’m high, d-mn daily
playin’ it rough, you’re a lamb i’m a wolf
i’m steady enough i can still save w-lly

say holy moly what’s in your sound bruv
holy holy holy that’s what the crowd love
i’m hungry as f-ck you’d better bring me food
bring chicken, not duck don’t be such a fool

i’m hard like chili, i’m smooth, i’m cheesy
and i’m standing on top you can call me cherry
i’m skinny as f-ck but my flow is heavy
and i melt like chocolate, call me mon chérie

inside i’m a badman
people hate me like zlatan
i’m hot and moist i’m a hammam
i am the megaman you’re doctor w-lly

we the french famalam’
it’s time for the grime to slap ram jam
out your tv, yes we the man you know we’re the jam
and yes we the hooligan rapin’ black betty

woho black betty bang berang
woho black betty bang berang
black betty had an -ss bang berang
and a p-ssy wide open

orphan in the rap game
we often scream out the name
perfect hand, takin’ the blame
we f-ck up your brain and blow out the flame

[hook]

- perfect hand crew

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