JK-47, BodyBagMedia, ChillinIT - Live 1Take ep.48 lyrics
Blake James Turnell
[JK-47, BodyBagMedia, ChillinIT - Live 1Take ep.48 lyrics]
Yeah, it's JK-47 chillinit
Shout out BodyBag, ECB music
Yeah, Chill, 420family jK-47, let's get it
Yo, check it
Flow quicker than a fat boy to a Snickers
I got, no limit, a black Schwarzenegger
But ah
No one listens till I bring in this sinister
Rhymes, I make these whack jacks
Call up the minister
They need to let me take minute to finish it
Like a cone pack to the rim
Riddled with vinegar we ain't friends
What the fuck has got into ya?
Imma win, best at it
Three it in with a finisher (Whoo)
Don't think that imma hesitate to diminish ya
Cause, I'll leave your hand holding your
Head when I'm finished up
Imma be the man, villainous stance
Bringing in the bucks
And I'm twenty now, but I've been
The man since I was little, bruv
My blessings won't let me carry a weapon
But, if you have me steppin' then
I'm prepping to sit your lesson, you know
Take heed, now I got your attention
Ain't shit for free man, not even the pension
So now I'm jumping the beats
With these bass rhymes
While I'm pumping out the beast
With these bass lines
And you won't ever catch me slipping
I don't take time
So take yours cause you know
I'm tryna take mine
And I've been in it for too
Long to go back now
They say "What you doing for work?"
I say "I rap now" and on my dad
Bet you know that I don't back down
So on the real
I'm finna put us on the map now eCB
We just puffing on the fumes on the
Same shit that made Charlie Brown die
I'm getting stoned watching How High
Wait, see I could prolly spit the lyrics mean
But Bagzy overdose from bottles
Of the Rikodeine eminem, legs like spaghetti
Three brothers on the Telly, that's Ed
Edd n Eddy get whopped like Fetty
We pop like confetti with the bars
Know the style is sharp like machete
Get ready, we robbing the bank, Ned Kelly
Got Ellie out shaking her
Booty like fresh jelly
Legs speady for that man
I'm getting that sex heavy
The lyrics are fresh
Prolly get the missus clittoris wet
Give me respect or just gimme your set
Get it up one time and she never forget
Check, getting signed like the back
Of a credit card
20kgs in the gym, that's a heavy bar
Sick lyrics and the words are the repertoire
ECB and 420, they kinetic, darb
Sick lyrics and the words are the repertoire
ECB and 420, they kinetic, darb
Sick lyrics and the words are the repertoire
ECB and 420, they kinetic, ah chill
JK-47 420family bodyBagMedia
Shout out BodyBag, ECB music
Yeah, Chill, 420family jK-47, let's get it
Yo, check it
Flow quicker than a fat boy to a Snickers
I got, no limit, a black Schwarzenegger
But ah
No one listens till I bring in this sinister
Rhymes, I make these whack jacks
Call up the minister
They need to let me take minute to finish it
Like a cone pack to the rim
Riddled with vinegar we ain't friends
What the fuck has got into ya?
Imma win, best at it
Three it in with a finisher (Whoo)
Don't think that imma hesitate to diminish ya
Cause, I'll leave your hand holding your
Head when I'm finished up
Imma be the man, villainous stance
Bringing in the bucks
And I'm twenty now, but I've been
The man since I was little, bruv
My blessings won't let me carry a weapon
But, if you have me steppin' then
I'm prepping to sit your lesson, you know
Take heed, now I got your attention
Ain't shit for free man, not even the pension
So now I'm jumping the beats
With these bass rhymes
While I'm pumping out the beast
With these bass lines
And you won't ever catch me slipping
I don't take time
So take yours cause you know
I'm tryna take mine
And I've been in it for too
Long to go back now
They say "What you doing for work?"
I say "I rap now" and on my dad
Bet you know that I don't back down
So on the real
I'm finna put us on the map now eCB
We just puffing on the fumes on the
Same shit that made Charlie Brown die
I'm getting stoned watching How High
Wait, see I could prolly spit the lyrics mean
But Bagzy overdose from bottles
Of the Rikodeine eminem, legs like spaghetti
Three brothers on the Telly, that's Ed
Edd n Eddy get whopped like Fetty
We pop like confetti with the bars
Know the style is sharp like machete
Get ready, we robbing the bank, Ned Kelly
Got Ellie out shaking her
Booty like fresh jelly
Legs speady for that man
I'm getting that sex heavy
The lyrics are fresh
Prolly get the missus clittoris wet
Give me respect or just gimme your set
Get it up one time and she never forget
Check, getting signed like the back
Of a credit card
20kgs in the gym, that's a heavy bar
Sick lyrics and the words are the repertoire
ECB and 420, they kinetic, darb
Sick lyrics and the words are the repertoire
ECB and 420, they kinetic, darb
Sick lyrics and the words are the repertoire
ECB and 420, they kinetic, ah chill
JK-47 420family bodyBagMedia