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letra de funky sailor (mixed) - skream & trim

[intro]
they ain’t my dogs, i roll with the runt of the litter
i make the drinks, certain man can’t hold their liquor
all i do is win, dem man can’t call me bitter
i’m from e14 where we turn badman into a sh-tter
didn’t like trim, but now they can’t move any quicker
i thought they wanted smoke, turns out it was just for the twitter
it’s lord sith, you gonna need more than a girl and a witcher
i’ll chuck a ting and i ain’t talking rice or glitter
the ting’s still german and the boys got white
that’s claudia schiffer, miss me with the likes
’cause the goons got grams
and they ain’t just posting this side of the river
i’m thе lord of the mics, been punching these linеs
when dem man had bars and we called them a spitter
ignore all the signs and you will get murked
in your madre’s house while she’s holding a zimmer
man said he’s got bread, but when we turned up, it’s kebab and pita
i got a few vex cah they thought i couldn’t get any sicker
stop sending out threats cah you’re gettin’ too—

[instrumental break]

[interlude]
look
[verse]
they ain’t my dogs, i roll with the runt of the litter
i make the drinks, certain man can’t hold their liquor
all i do is win, dem man can’t call me bitter
i’m from e14 where we turn badman into a sh-tter
didn’t like trim, but now they can’t move any quicker
i thought they wanted smoke, turns out it was just for the twitter
it’s lord sith, you gonna need more than a girl and a witcher
i’ll chuck a ting and i ain’t talking rice or glitter
the ting’s still german and the boys got white
that’s claudia schiffer, miss me with the likes
’cause the goons got grams
and they ain’t just posting this side of the river
i’m the lord of the mics, been punching these lines
when dem man had bars and we called them a spitter
ignore all the signs and you will get murked
in your madre’s house while she’s holding a zimmer
man said he’s got bread, but when we turned up, it’s kebab and pita
i got a few vex cah they thought i couldn’t get any sicker
stop sending out threats cah you’re gettin’ too old, it might mess with your ticker
they can’t war with the sith, i’ll murk your hitter’s hitter’s hitter
i told man my mum didn’t raise no quitter
don’t come around badman moving like fritter
cah you will hold something inside of your fitter
have your face on a shirt, tv and sticker
they can’t play with the flows, mine come with punch and kicker
everyone street until it get street
now man are on street like pick me a winner
don’t want beef, ain’t ever had beef
and wouldn’t want beef if i cooked him a dinner
they sold you a dream, stop counting sheep
man will put you to sleep, have your face in a pillow
stop smoking weed cah it ain’t that deep
i will spill tea with man like skipper
loading a k!ller
been trolling the ends since clinton had tinted black escort
and rolled with a spinner
if it’s over your head, i’ve been going for the neck
while they been coming up short like a broken zipper
i gave ’em a sec, still got ’em in check
and wore his queen out like a grandad slipper
if you know what’s best, don’t come to set with smoke and mirror
i ain’t even peaked
but i’m still going blind while they can’t get glimmer
man know i’m from the east, but the flow’s still cold
and you will get served like revenge with dinner
they don’t wanna do bars cah these dumbbells
won’t gain nothing but a punch and kicker
no, it ain’t safe, don’t try play cool cah
when i come through it’s all rage and clipper
wait, you missed it
we don’t care if you like trim, live with it
i don’t have to f-ck none of yous, i’ve been trimming
i don’t care whose doorstep it is, i’m still sh-tting
there won’t be nothing like me, i’m spit-spitting
it might go over your head or wig splitted
you don’t wanna see how this ends or a snip-snippet
cah we ain’t talking about films when these chicks fl!ck it
[outro]
if you think they’re f-cking with me, then you’re trip-tripping
this flow ain’t something you’ll see on these b-tch-b-tches
i think their problem with me is i’m sick with it
they keep talkin’ ’bout cloth, so i’m knit-picking
we don’t listen to them songs cah i’m whip-whipping
my flow’s glue to these beats, you’re just pr-ck-sticking
i don’t need no crew, my clique’s cl!cking
you need to stop smoking that weed
all that spliff-spliffing got you thinking you’re me
until i’m glitch-glitching
in your ends with my team like i’m slip-slipping
i’ve got something on me with a clip-clipping
and if we ain’t talking ’bout ps, then i’m dip-dipping
sith poseidon on beat, i am with-with it
man will switch your lights off, i fl!ck switches

- skream trim

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