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letra de chav - rk (uk)

[intro]
(a class)

[chorus]
i’m a scummy little chav, all this sh-t i never had
now i’m counting up these bags, haters looking at me sad
they don’t wanna see me win, if i died they’d be glad
i got everything from mum, i ain’t nothing like my dad
but i’m a scummy little chav, all this sh-t i never had
now i’m counting up these bags, haters looking at me sad
they don’t wanna see me win, if i died they’d be glad
i got everything from mum, i ain’t nothing like my dad

[verse 1]
cause’ i’m a scummy little chav, all this sh-t i never had
now i’m trying not to brag but it’s hard to stay humble
cause’ them man weren’t there when my belly used to rumble
i never had no role models, cousins or no uncles
man of the house since the day that i was born
wake up, bake up, i’m out at the crack of dawn
hundred bags ain’t enough, i need to be stacking more
member’ people looking down on me like “what you rapping for?”
now i do one show and make what you make monthly
music pays good, man i ain’t going back to cunch b
dunno’ how man chill when they ain’t got p
if i ain’t got no money, i just can’t get comfy
came up robbing phones and smoking at the park
mum taught me come home when it starts to get dark
but little did she know man, i thrive when it’s dark
we was either jacking man or sitting round spitting bars
til’ i started getting bored of the same old sh-t
i’m an entrapreneur, i can’t do broke sh-t
i had my head screwed on as a kid
the teachers asked me what i want to be when i’m older, i said rich
put you in my shoes, you couldn’t do what i do
i’ve been grinding since channel aka was channel u
and they can’t tell me what i will and won’t do
push him far enough and who knows what any man will do
but i’m too strong minded, these man are all weak
call me little bo peep cause’ these man are all sheep
remember when we used to take our kitchen knives to beef
catching bus, same daysaver all week
it’s like sometimes i don’t know why i’m trying
but when you’re f-cking broke, you can’t afford to have a lie in
my brother just whipped up a batch of fresh grub
now i’m cutting up cling film squares while it’s drying
[chorus]
i’m a scummy little chav, all this sh-t i never had
now i’m counting up these bags, haters looking at me sad
they don’t wanna see me win, if i died they’d be glad
i got everything from mum, i ain’t nothing like my dad
but i’m a scummy little chav, all this sh-t i never had
now i’m counting up these bags, haters looking at me sad
they don’t wanna see me win, if i died they’d be glad
i got everything from mum, i ain’t nothing like my dad

[verse 2]
remember growing up, you’d never know when you’ll be dead
so before i leave my yard i kiss my mum up on her head
sometimes i make it back, long day dodging feds
sometimes i wouldn’t make it back, the fed station was my bed
i was smart growing up, i never needed school
but i loved going there cause’ i made p’s in school
year 10, i said f-ck this man i’m leaving school
cause’ what you need to be taught, they don’t teach in school
if you ask people that know me, they’ll probably say i’ve changed
the only thing that’s changed is i don’t deal with change
i don’t know what these man are on but they don’t use their brains
been on road 5 years, ain’t go 5 bags to their name
and i would never chat a man, bag of man are chatting me
smile up in my face but they can’t wait to see the back of me
morning comes i’m up and out, gotta make it happen g
them man there the type to push snooze and go back to sleep
member’ when we wagged school and go smoke some hash and b
copping q’s and shotting draws way before this [?]
i had to do suttin’, i got sick of bangers, mash and beans
feds had me running through the slums like assassins creed
i know my old tings wish they got me back but oh well
every day a new dm, reece you’re doing so well
come home, i ain’t got time to read my old mail
sleep and change my clothes, mum says i treat it like a hotel
[chorus]
i’m a scummy little chav, all this sh-t i never had
now i’m counting up these bags, haters looking at me sad
they don’t wanna see me win, if i died they’d be glad
i got everything from mum, i ain’t nothing like my dad
but i’m a scummy little chav, all this sh-t i never had
now i’m counting up these bags, haters looking at me sad
they don’t wanna see me win, if i died they’d be glad
i got everything from mum, i ain’t nothing like my dad

- rk uk

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