Millie B Send (feat. Little T)

We all thought that Mil B's dead Stupid bitch sent for me again I'll send back and I'll send back Got merked last time, yeah, bitch, you mad We all thought that Mil B's dead Stupid bitch sent for me again I'll send back and I'll send back Got merked last time, yeah, bitch, you mad Millie, you embarrassing sket Said my bars are fucking pep You ain't nothing, you are wet You're the biggest 'mong I've ever met And you said I give shit head I replied so Mil B's dead Stupid cow, yeah, shut your legs Forever they're open, forever they're spread "Millie got banged, Mil B bled" That is what your best mate said You'd seen me, you ran and fled So I'll put you on your deathbed And you're saying that I need a blender Look at yourself, I don't need a defender Aspin's terror-ed you, pipe the fuck down I'm the grime queen, and I'm keeping my crown I'm about to drop these bars like a bomb Calling me a sket, chat shit get gone When I see you, you'd better run You're a stupid bitch, yeah, we know what you done I'm gonna bury this bitch Said I'm gonna bury this bitch See you on the street, start banging your two front teeth Yeah, I'm gonna bury this bitch Gonna burn you up, put your ashes in a zoot Get blazed, smoke haze, smoke a little bit of you Sounds sick, sounds twisted, I understand Don't be sad getting meals of your man Feels so bad, your man wants a bit of Aspin Hit you with my bars and my bars get you gasping My bars get you gasping Hit you with my bars and my bars get you gaspin' Dyl B's helping, you're shagging him too That space raider, he fucked you Millie, we know it's true So, yeah, I'm coming for you And you lied on your father's ashes Slated my contour, get some glasses Get to Specsavers You sound like you're choking on a quaver Yeah, and I told you before If it's war, then it's war Bring your boys, I'll bring ten times more Look, wait a minute just pause I'm Little T, I'm gonna go on tours Yeah, you are a slag, you want every lad Yeah, look, you are a hoe, you like swallow But not, no, yeah And I'm from Brunswick Yeah, and then do not start 'Cause God forbid my boys will tear you apart, tear you apart Yo, Millie B We all know that you wanna be me We all know that you wanna be me But you're never ever gonna be Little T You're never, never gonna be Little T