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letra de crew rap - smithy boy

[intro]
yo, l-dot
smithy boy
money my squad
check it man!
yo, safe gwee!
gwa’gwan wee man
yo!

[verse 1: smithy boy]
don’t give a f-ck if i’m on the mic
cause i’m just like co-streetie goin’ through the stripe
man, look at the boys sittin’ on the garage
that’s it man cuz you know what you’ll get par’d
par’d like the 10 man speed
you got twitter but you ain’t got no tweets
think you’re so bad but you’re sitting in your car
cause you think you’re what, man? a lamborgaze east star?
yo, cause i got all my boys
with the what man? with the guns and the toys, man
don’t give a f-ck if you got cuts and bruises
you know one ting you gonna be losing
losing like the f-cking spit, what?
that’s it man i’m chillin’ with l-dot
don’t give a f-ck if you’re in the fat tree
that’s it blud cause you get no satisfactory!

[verse 2: l-dot]
what!
it’s l-dot
i get bare gwop
top of the block
man will get dropped
cause i top of the beat
don’t give a f-ck if you think you can f-ck with me (blargh!)
cause i come to the ends
and i stack that p
get dat gwop
cause i’m far as the eye
and i’m regular top of the league, yeah fam
don’t be dope i’m ahead of yer
when i see your girl, i’m bedding her quick
legs wide open spreading the sh-t
that fine p-ssy, i’m making it stink
you’re a fool that got dropped from a punch to the lip
what?

[verse 3: smithy boy]
go to the mic to the lt1
you’re not son but i f-cked your mum
on a dip in the bush man, up the f-nny
cause i swear down blud her boyfriend is a tranny
or shall i say, girlfriend? ..to the lt1
blud that’s it man cause i go for the bum, man!
bustin’ the bum of my girl is before that
sh-t blud, man so kick in your door
kick in your door cause i got safe freeze
i’m a next one it’s f-cking police (f-ck the police)
don’t give a cr-p man cause i walk up to the shop
that’s it blud i’m gettin’ arrested
for stealing a bottle of pop! (cheese!)
that’s it man, cause i’m just like what
cause smoking bare sh-t in the pure-age
that’s it blud, cause you know i’m sparking up the spliff
sparking up a spliff man
like sh-ggy and scooby
where the f-ck is my fat doobie?
ordered it off f-ckin’ paki w-ss
that’s it man cause you don’t even know what

[verse 4: l-dot]
yo
playing out gt5, it’s like i come alive
with the bullets that k!ll the cop
with the bullets that’ll come and cops will die
i don’t give a f-ck when i come alive
you boys really wanna hide but i step on your head like 5
boys, rolling through the ends and i make that noise
call to the right, call to the left
two three dogs but i don’t give a f-ck
they’re skets!

[verse 5: smithy boy]
talk about skets and little dog hounds
i swear down blud i be earnin like 50 pounds
man 50 cent, man 50 pence
that’s it blud man sittin on a bench
don’t give a f-ck if you get shanked with a mo-f-ckin garden wrench
chillin wit me, man, chillin with tyler
swear down let you out the gate like a rottweiler (cheese!)
don’t give a cr-p man let you go
swear down blud she’s a dirty ho
talk about ella’s free rave party it’s sh-t
swear down blud i buss stall erase mu’f-cking cl-t
hope you see this man, cause your bars are so sh-t man you can’t even spit (brap!)
swear down blud i was slobbering her t-ts
you say brap like you say f-ck ha-sheesh cause you come round the corner you’re on the phone to the police
phone to the what man, phone to the lyric
that’s it blud man cause you can’t even spit!
spittin like what man cause look at rick rob
swear down blud he’s on his knees sucking black kn-b

[verse 6: l-dot]
yo!
your times running out when i’m on vibe
fam on side of the fat girls side
man’s getting that high to the grind
i’m a g that does this stack to the time
we from the south, bare hoodrats
defy ends that been running this
top boys in the tide and we ain’t even got a cry
but you haters are getting that violation adviser
shot at by i, brudda i

[verse 7: smithy boy]
talk about both of f-ckin rambo
i’ll tell ya what blud i’m gonna have ya
have you like a what man in an alley
cause i swear down blud your –
i’ll pull down the kegs man
just whack it in
cause i swear down blud i’m in a biscuit tin

- smithy boy

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