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letra de who's laughing - poundz (uk)

[chorus]
don’t talk on my name you’re a minor, i’ll run you down in my sliders
what’s wrong with this washed out yute, you ain’t done no drill so you must be a hider
(don’) don’t claim that’s the life you live, with your eyebrow’s pierced you’re a skateboard rider
you’re so broke can’t switch up you clothes, got holes in you socks i’ll dash you a fiver
what a dumb little f-ck, are you mental? i’ll put the metal to you mouth no dental
how the f-ck can you share mans clothes in your rasclart vids, your cheap little rental
you’re a reject numerous times, you ain’t from the 12 you’re a clown like dead-pool, and if you ain’t got a wap it’s long you can’t beef man ’cause the sawn-off’s dreadful

[verse]
you’re a neek and you feet dem stinking you can’t ride in my wave keep sinking
i know you girl wanna hold this d-ck i’ll nut in her mouth, like the b-tch was drinking
you ain’t half as cold as me so you’re my son what the f-ck are you thinking?
better call me dad when you see me and change dem shoes cause you foot dem mingin’
how the f-ck can i take your flow when you be my son and i’m your dad?
you should’ve thought about drawing me out, go buy some lynx you’re a f-cking tramp
how you talk about scoring goals, and you don’t even play for the 12 that’s mad
you ain’t worth my time like notes, i tell a man sit back down in you pram, i tell a man sit back down in you pram
you can’t diss man, man area mad man
k!ll a mc with a mic in hand basic bars you’re a basic man, tear up beats yeah i’m way too ham
i know my son wanna be like dad, i know you ain’t down for the beef like 5 guys you ain’t never held or seen no waps, you ain’t never held or seen no waps
you’re airforce 1’s dem creased to the max, really could of brought you a new pair son like, all you had to do was ask your dad, and if you’re really gonna take mans flow beg little man, just bring that back
i know i’m like lukaku up front and you’re like benteke your sh-t don’t bang
i can teach you my flow just ask, i can book you a private cl-ss
just show up at half past nine and i bet that you’ll leave with a d-mn a-
don’t talk about best in drill you only get views cause you’re up mans -rs-
even if i got white boy wasted i put it on my life, i’ll done your dance

[chorus]
don’t talk on my name you’re a minor, i’ll run you down in my sliders
what’s wrong with this washed out yute, you ain’t done no drill, so you must be a hider
don’t claim that’s the life you live with your eyebrow’s pierced you’re a skateboard rider
you’re so broke can’t switch up you clothes, got holes in you socks, i’ll dash you a fiver
what a dumb little f-ck, are you mental? i’ll put the metal to you mouth no dental
how the f-ck can you share mans clothes in your rasclart vids, your cheap little rental
you’re a reject numerous times, you ain’t from the 12 you’re a clown like dead-pool
and if you ain’t got a wap it’s long you can’t beef man ’cause the sawn-off’s dreadful

- poundz uk

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