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letra de mr brown - sr

[intro]
yo (kezii)
forgettin’ i’m back, ah
daddy’s finally home (ljs on the beat)
mind out all these f-ckin’ idiots, man
it’s like man haffi turn up again, ayy
all them bad b’s, you understand?
you lot put you lots hands in the air
you know you love suck c-cky, uh?
a man like me will deal with you, i’m naughty with it
listen though, argh, yo, yo

[chorus]
she spits on my d-ck and i spit in her mouth, i give her my d then bounce (and again)
bad boy only, got it like loski, gun feds know i’m about, ’bout
squintz got nicked and slapped in the mouth, i was somewhere down south (whoo)
one hand in my bag and mister brown, splish, splash, you’re goin’ down
she spits on my d-ck and i spit in her mouth, i give her my d then bounce (and again)
bad boy only, got it like loski, gun feds know i’m about, ’bout
squintz got nicked and slapped in the mouth, i was somewhere down south (whoo)
one hand in my bag and mister brown, splish, splash, you’re goin’ down

[verse 1]
splish, splash, you’re goin’ down, bang-bang like my name’s jim brown (wait)
two in my dots, one-five in my nina, if i crash corn, then you’re down (down)
bro hit a l!ck for a hundred thou, back then when weed was a drought (ouch)
said he got beef in south till we turn up, dump off, put a man in the clouds
whoo, whoo, whoo, i made my mumsy proud (yes)
she was gassed when her son made a million pounds, now she can’t trust her pals (wait)
bad boy only, got it like loski, don’t judge me, you’re not simon cowell
baow, baow, baow, my shot’s gon’ beat like my b-tch from slough
i slapped a hundred bags in my couch and now the leng tings wan’ come to my house (ah)
all of my n-ggas are k!llers, we put the opps in the ground
yo, when broski said it, i ain’t got doubts cah i know what broski’s about
, jump out and air it out, yo
[chorus]
she spits on my d-ck and i spit in her mouth, i give her my d then bounce (and again)
bad boy only, got it like loski, gun feds know i’m about, ’bout
squintz got nicked and slapped in the mouth, i was somewhere down south (whoo)
one hand in my bag and mister brown, splish, splash, you’re goin’ down

[verse 2]
doesn’t matter if you’re white or black, if you’re beefin my batch, i’m buyin’ the waps, yo
barbie’s onto the gang, we used to get blows in the back of the cab (wait)
‘017, i was buyin’ the waps, i got nicked, slapped in the can
i came home and made the scene bang, made more than an m off a track (woah)
i just popped out like jack with a tag on my leg, now i need me a f-g’
yo, thameside days, it was mad, me and bro had an induction, like d-mn
free r1 out the can, he got life cah his codies sang
i can never f-ck with a b-tch, but the day that i do, you can call me a rat (f-ck that)
gyal get beat and dashed, then post a snapchat that men is trash (tsk)
if men is trash, why the f-ck would you open your nyash?
yo, drop two bells on my hand and i can show you how fi blow up a man
big bro said, “get in the booth and rap”
what’s two m’s? you need about ten in the bank
rrah, rrah, rrah, four-door pop, you know that’s man
rrah, rrah, rrah, hear this sound, you know it ain’t a prank
wait, welcome to brixton, i’m a bad boy, let my auto bang (rrah)
but they still got broski stuck in the can, he got a big bird cah his codie sang (and again)

[chorus]
she spits on my d-ck and i spit in her mouth, i give her my d then bounce
bad boy only, got it like loski, gun feds know i’m about, ’bout
squintz got nicked and slapped in the mouth, i was somewhere down south (whoo)
one hand in my bag and mister brown, splish, splash, you’re goin’ down
she spits on my d-ck and i spit in her mouth, i give her my d then bounce (and again)
bad boy only, got it like loski, gun feds know i’m about, ’bout
squintz got nicked and slapped in the mouth, i was somewhere down south (whoo)
one hand in my bag and mister brown, splish, splash, you’re goin’ down
[outro]
ayy, dizzle, what you think of this one?
(uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh)

- sr

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