Elcammgguod - Mayfair lyrics
[Elcammgguod - Mayfair lyrics]
I'm in Coatbridge sipping drank
Got that rambo in my bag
In the pharmacy I'm tryna score
Whilst I'm reeking of hash
Wee cunts acting wide on the internet
But in real life they don't talk back
I got my Mora hanging off my belt
You can get smoked like a fag
I used to smoke them Mayfair superkings
Smoke B&Hs now
Could have a zip of top shelf
But I'm still gonna roll
That shit with snout
I'm sick of waking up in council houses
Hope one day I make it out
I'm booting in your front door
I'll stab you chilling on your couch
I'm putting duct tape on my shoes
I tie my hair back, wearing gloves
I only packed him cause I thought his
Ass would taste good in a blunt
I love my Morakniv so much
Decided to fuck it up with blood
Your girlfriend in my Instagram DMs
Sending me her skuds
Walking through Jungle with a knife on is
Fеaring for my life
I'm tooled up evеrywhere I go
Thats why I can't get into fights
I make your burd suck on my dick
And then I kick that bitch outside
I can't stand the way she
Talks, shes a teuchter bastards
Came from Fife left a fag end at the scene
Man I hope I ain't leave a trace
If it come down to it
I'm grabbing on my knife and doing the race
Raised on Logan Street
That means I lay cunts up in their graves
Got a Stanley knife on is
I'm gonna put it through your face
I'm in Coatbridge sipping drank
Got that rambo in my bag
In the pharmacy I'm tryna score
Whilst I'm reeking of hash
Wee cunts acting wide on the internet
But in real life they don't talk back
I got my Mora hanging off my belt
You can get smoked like a fag
I used to smoke them Mayfair superkings
Smoke B&Hs now
Could have a zip of top shelf
But I'm still gonna roll
That shit with snout
I'm sick of waking up in council houses
Hope one day I make it out
I'm booting in your front door
I'll stab you chilling on your couch
I'm in Coatbridge sipping drank
Got that rambo in my bag
In the pharmacy I'm tryna score
Whilst I'm reeking of hash
Wee cunts acting wide on the internet
But in real life they don't talk back
I got my Mora hanging off my belt
You can get smoked like a fag
I used to smoke them Mayfair superkings
Smoke B&Hs now
Could have a zip of top shelf
But I'm still gonna roll
That shit with snout
I'm sick of waking up in council houses
Hope one day I make it out
I'm booting in your front door
I'll stab you chilling on your couch
Got that rambo in my bag
In the pharmacy I'm tryna score
Whilst I'm reeking of hash
Wee cunts acting wide on the internet
But in real life they don't talk back
I got my Mora hanging off my belt
You can get smoked like a fag
I used to smoke them Mayfair superkings
Smoke B&Hs now
Could have a zip of top shelf
But I'm still gonna roll
That shit with snout
I'm sick of waking up in council houses
Hope one day I make it out
I'm booting in your front door
I'll stab you chilling on your couch
I'm putting duct tape on my shoes
I tie my hair back, wearing gloves
I only packed him cause I thought his
Ass would taste good in a blunt
I love my Morakniv so much
Decided to fuck it up with blood
Your girlfriend in my Instagram DMs
Sending me her skuds
Walking through Jungle with a knife on is
Fеaring for my life
I'm tooled up evеrywhere I go
Thats why I can't get into fights
I make your burd suck on my dick
And then I kick that bitch outside
I can't stand the way she
Talks, shes a teuchter bastards
Came from Fife left a fag end at the scene
Man I hope I ain't leave a trace
If it come down to it
I'm grabbing on my knife and doing the race
Raised on Logan Street
That means I lay cunts up in their graves
Got a Stanley knife on is
I'm gonna put it through your face
I'm in Coatbridge sipping drank
Got that rambo in my bag
In the pharmacy I'm tryna score
Whilst I'm reeking of hash
Wee cunts acting wide on the internet
But in real life they don't talk back
I got my Mora hanging off my belt
You can get smoked like a fag
I used to smoke them Mayfair superkings
Smoke B&Hs now
Could have a zip of top shelf
But I'm still gonna roll
That shit with snout
I'm sick of waking up in council houses
Hope one day I make it out
I'm booting in your front door
I'll stab you chilling on your couch
I'm in Coatbridge sipping drank
Got that rambo in my bag
In the pharmacy I'm tryna score
Whilst I'm reeking of hash
Wee cunts acting wide on the internet
But in real life they don't talk back
I got my Mora hanging off my belt
You can get smoked like a fag
I used to smoke them Mayfair superkings
Smoke B&Hs now
Could have a zip of top shelf
But I'm still gonna roll
That shit with snout
I'm sick of waking up in council houses
Hope one day I make it out
I'm booting in your front door
I'll stab you chilling on your couch