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This One

 

This One

(álbum: Grime MC - 2019)


This one's for the beat fiends and fucking G's
This one's for the street team that's bussing teens
This one's for the deets, Ps, and cutting trees
This one's for the street sweepers touching keys

Kodak moment, let's get a pic of it
Bro that 'fro that's hench, get a trim innit
On back roads, no feds, just winging it
Yo that flow that's dead get rid of it
Can't find you on the beats no more and
Can't see man on the streets no more and
Can't find man on no sold out tour, HTTP error, 404
Xbox, I don't play no more
PC master race, say no more
Killer Instinct, instinctive killer
When you see me with Jago sword
Rave sold out, need to be quicker
Bait so now tints a bit dimmer
Hey slow down, speed's a big killer
Bait so loud, check the wing mirror
Wasted Ps on expensive sheets, on my bed
'Cause I sleep, when I'm dead
My wife gets to enjoy them but
Me? I done said
That I sleep, when I'm de-, nah bun that
Literally cremate me and send my ashes into outer space
'Cause I'm out of place I said

This one's for the beat fiends and fucking G's
This one's for the street team that's bussing teens
This one's for the deets, Ps, and cutting trees
This one's for the street sweepers touching keys

Top Eight on Myspace, stop begging it
Not taking my place nah, forget it
Stop wasting time, yeah hotstepping it
I'm not snaking my mates, I'm repping it
Boy Better Know, my fee went up 'cause I don't do shows
Making bucks just jamming at home
Put my feet up and wiggle my toes
Man are out here all thinking they're hot 'cause they got couple views on the computer
Man are out here chatting like I'm not hot though 'cause I'm not a drug abuser
Man are out here aiming for the top like they're actually a born shooter
Man are out here gunning for my spot but with the accuracy of a Stormtrooper
Cameras flash me, man's in the bus lane like a taxi
Durag and braids, yeah, that's me
I got the whole rave in the backseat
Badman with the shades that's Maxi
When I walk on stage don't mad me
Man's A-A-A like an adlib
Man's A-A-A like a battery

This one's for the beat fiends and fucking G's
This one's for the street team that's bussing teens
This one's for the deets, Ps, and cutting trees
This one's for the street sweepers touching keys

feito

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