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letra de something - the manor

[intro : jonny dutch & danny graft]
ahh yanaku
alright
oh
yer, yer, yer, yer, yer, yer yanaku
oh, so now you know
alright
oh, so now you know
so now you know
oh

[verse 1: jonny dutch]
(manor)
blue sovereign, king size rizla
fight like [?], [?] like sizzla
white rum chase that fruit punch bigger
joker with a jaw grin like riddler
out in the park beers and kick ups
low ones man can’t deal with the misstrust
i see you with now mister
sweetheart let’s go out for a drink up
you what? no chance?
on to the next one bun your clart
ain’t really down for them prestige gal
they hear me then but they message now
yat’s, fall back, pablo zab, branislav
jonah lomu, i’m in all black
the game done changed ‘cos i won that match
but hear me again my foe or friend
make this clear on my vocal stems
tryna catch up for the longest while
still bossman saying no sauce my friend
that’s all sweet, don’t give shish
can’t get bitter, i won’t get chip
four deep albums we’re on to the fifth
no rest for the wicked, i need me a kip
noone does it like me or like us
see me mic dere suh, who nah can’t’ touch
rap game gents with a beer and a bens
weren’t here at the start we’ll be here at the end
how far will they go? all the way to the final
p-ss what we win down a local urinal
i love money but vibsin’s vital
that’s gospel, that’s bible

[chorus: jonny dutch &danny graft]
alright
so now you know
oh
so now you know
so now you know
so now you know
oh
so now you know
alright
so now you know
oh
so now you know
so now you know
so now you know
oh
so now you know
alright
oh
so now you know
so now you know
oh
so now you know
alright
oh
so now you know
so now you know
oh

[verse 2: danny graft]
(brit-hop)
i weren’t made for the bbc
been a big boy g since a bcg
that’s me out on the lagers again
your girl want’s d that’s a drama fi’ dem
my girls penger than a chinese stem
from your bros new grow in a kent gar-den
i’ll fill your dancefloor for a carpet
sound like i’m selling strawberres at the market
selling our show, that’s my target
stuck to your seat like your -rs- in the arctic
grime is crime with a g
a tank is a w-nk with a t
so don’t tell me
ever watch my language
f-ck your c-nt mate go have a sandwich
early startin’ grati’ with martin’
the red sea parts when farts stop laughin’
chin up bets up let’s go in
don’t go home to your test go in
uni stylie we do liver
go in with a new thing zim zimmer
keys to the offie got the beers on tap
singing old school grime with a brap, brap, brap
snap back to the flat cap chat rap tat
yat’s on the whatsapp wait what’s that?
one richard, tinder, binned her
tapped up tanya and longed of linda
see what you just did with ya corie
i do more damage with my little finger
ask sansa i boss like bowzer
nowadays fame lasts less than an hour
so gimme, gimme that power
smell my vibe i’m off for a shower

- the manor

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