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Lewis Bennett
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Lyrics
You could never flex on me in that silly designer
That's whack attire
The only man that i trust is the boss in the shop
What a fucking rider
I run my team just like klopp
Full stop
Pass me the lighter
Back in school I never lost no swaps
KD steez when I shoot shots
I'm a fucking sniper
Real rhymer
Red stripe buyer
Still underground like a Chilean minor
Mana Get to the ball like Rijkard
He try say that I'm shit
Well it's clear he's a fucking liar
Shell up the shubz off a case of the cider
Old timers
Half retired
Man allow it your flows too tired
Still in the field like Wesley Snyder
Earned my stripes like Kieron dyer
Vince Carter I'll never retire
Flow never getting expired
Real Titan
Woke up still tired
Still tryna get the paper like Ryman's
Just vibing
On a beat I'm liking
She wanna beat but she's not to my liking
Last week she was moving on a shy ting
But the Henny got her feeling excited
I'm in the back of the party conniving
Oh blimey
Bop to the local
Few pints when I'm feeling social
Had your auntie moving loose she was off the juice now she getting all vocal
What's a man to do
When These Motherfuckers hating me
I Need a Milly by 22
I'm the greatest quite blatantly
We outside with a spliff or two
My times coming I wait patiently
His mrs pulled up at the function said she loves my tunessssss
Yeah
And I'm back in
Kick back Cos my bro got the pack in
Big bat got me chilling, relaxing
Hoodie up like a villain no chatting
Like Brad Pitt I love all my dargs
But don't think it's my chain that ya snatching
Man throw tantrums
And if I light man up they get lifted
Something like chinese lanterns
All the mandem fried like plantain
I don't fuck with 12 I ain't Katniss
Piffing on smelly
Yeah That's Cat piss
Other rappers looking like Di Caprio
They get no awards for their acting
And when it comes to the flows
Don't at me bro
Cos we all know that Stinger ain't standard
And man weren't able to ride the wave
It's only right that they got stranded
No manners
And I already got me a badders
Pull up in a cardigan like I'm Pep
Cos they already know I'm the gaffer
No long chatter
No chit chat
Man get spun
Get bitch slapped
Pull up in the shirt from the charity shop
You will never ever get ya bitch back
4 Cans down so I move with a bop
Stay on top just like Durags
And I got a short list for the shop
Silver rizla and a few mags
Old times we would kick back cotch
Yeah I swear that I miss that
I musta got too burst at the function
Crease in my Air Force
Looking like Dig Dat
Writer(s): Lewis Bennett
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