Tonalité : B minor
Intro 1
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Verse 1
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Pullin' up in a seat Ibiza
Lookin' for Kent I'm
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here to beat ya
JD in the driver's seat
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Goin' sick on the bend,
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I'm sick on the beat
And the birds out wanna
play me on repeat
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Come suck my dick and
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then I'll retreat
You said that you love me, you met me once
I went straight for dessert,
so I skipped the lunch
Spin a quick verse I'm a lyric machine
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Know me and the team are
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runnin' the streets
And when I drop bars go sick on the beat
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Go sick on the rhythm, I'm bringin' the heat
I know that I flow the best
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I got random birds that'll
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show their breasts
And then when I go sick
there'll be no contest
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No Fortnite ting, but I open the chest
Verse 2
Rip up the mic and I'm back again
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And I'm on the back wheel of a KTM
Me and the boys were goin'
graftin'
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And were all blacked out
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creepin' through your ken
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I seen a key for a RS3, me and the
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boys we scranned it easy
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Put my foot to the floor, we were gone,
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not comin' back
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Tread the roads like a F1 track
With the West Roy boys
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and we'll do it like that
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Check that, get back
Rippin' on the mic and I'm soundin' fat
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check that (check that)
Verse 3
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BD18 to the BD10, if I see a nice car,
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I'ma pree that ken
I'm chillin' on Sandorm Drive
Verse 4
Oh wait, I'm chillin' on West Roy Drive
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Out tonight and we're raidin' kens
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And were takin' cars like Mer
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cedes- Benz
And I'm goin' sideways at Five Lennes
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And I'm hittin' eighty round every bend
High powered kissin' my arse end
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Put my belt on and I try to blend
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And then the blues come on
and I begin to send
This police chase, yeah,
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it's about to end
And I swerve a car then
I swerve a bus
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And then I take the corner
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like garna mush
Check D's on the mic and my
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bars are flush
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Check D's on the mic and my bars are flush
Interlude 1
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Verse 5
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I'ma kick back,
they got a spliff wrapped
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If they send shots I'ma hit back,
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'cause I never risk that
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And now I've gotta move to choose
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Do it by some ears or an ounce of blues
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Either way jump in the whip blast tunes MC
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Then cruise cause that's
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how we do
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It's the Bradford Crew
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I don't fight that much
so I fuck that shit
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But if you send jabs I will duck that shit
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Make pure bangers and I cook that shit
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Any come for the scrap got
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bannged or shit
Speedos gon' past the last number
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You're wantin' beef,
I've come to confront you
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You might catch me on a PCX
I've been writin' bars I'ma
heat the decks
And then I wanna go sick on the
beat and repeat
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And I'm down for the beef
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When I fight on the street
You know me and the four page gang
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Linkin' a West Roy gang
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Make that bang
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(Make that bang)
Verse 6
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On a house five I'm back on the track Got
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two bad B's, their sat in the back
Come to my gaff I'm attackin' her back
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I'm attackin' and rackin'
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and buildin' a stack
I drive cars but I don't have a license
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If I see blue then I run from sirens
When I drop bars,
I'm the best you know
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Because I still make rhymes
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when the beat is si lent
That's me I begin to blend
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If a man pipes up, I begin to send
Outro 1
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