Lunar C, P Solja - TK Maxx lyrics

Yeah p-Solja, Lunar C
Yo

Can't take me for some any old John (Na)
Tipper gang, Tipper gang
Can't take me for some any old John
Tipper gang, Tipper gang (yeah)
Can't take me for some any old John (Yo)
Tipper gang, Tipper gang
Can't take me for some any old John
I'm not some any old John (Tipper gang)

I'm on job
Can't take me for some kind of John
Life's not long but I've got songs
To remember me by when I'm long gone
MC's do my head right in
Swag don't make up for dead rhyming
I don't find that exciting
I ignore them like an ex-sideting
You're not like me, I'm a one-off
You don't have to agree
Feel free to be wrong and fuck off
Get to work, you're
Could've been out with the
Fiends and druggies
But we get money off tees and hoodies
Still bun chronic, 2001
Tell a clown that his mum was weekend pussy
I used to think this was about bars but then
I realised that no one gives a shit
In this business I've had more doors slammed
In my face than Jehovah's Witnesses
But, I'm never coming in last 'cause
I've been here putting in graft
Some wanna call it Bradistan and say we're
Only know for curry and smack
'Til they come from wherever they come from
The shook ones end up hurrying back
Hope you get home to your mummy and dad
And you're in one piece
With your pussy intact
Where I'm from it's grimey
Can't move backwards and trip
Over what's behind me
Spin a man and take his pride from
Him like Scar in The Lion King (Lunar)

I buy cheap Polo from TK Maxx (From TK Maxx)
Sell it on Depop for what it retails at
(What it retails at)
You talk bare but you MC's ain't bad
(You ain't bad)
They chat shit and we state facts
Get your mic snatched and your DJ slapped
Shut up div
Don't care what you've been through
Or put up with
Pull up with back smashed windows
And fuck up whips, you'll get done up quick
Shut up div
Don't care what you've been through
Or put up with
Pull up with back smashed windows
And fuck up whips, you'll get done up quick

I used to sell B in Cell B
The feds call me a IC3 (Fuck 'em)
I've got a main bitch and a whitie
I've got a cross looking icy
My Saint Chris' looking icy
I've got some gas and I'm rolling
(Rolling, rolling)
Hollered at Lunar, he's rolling (Rolling)
I do not flop, I'm not Rowan (Rowan)
I've got the meds, I ain't open (Open)
Cali buds tasting like Fanta (Fanta)
You man are smoking on mamba (Mamba)
I've got the hook, I go ham-za (Ham-za)
Your chick is loving my Gram ah
She loves the way I say blud (Blud)
Pipe her down and give her wood (Wood)
She's gassed, I took her to hood (To hood)
Don't worry 'bout me, I am good (I'm good)
Man are shook got me feeling like Suge
These man are shook got me feeling like Suge
My skin tone is like
She fucked up my clothes with her

I buy cheap Polo from TK Maxx (From TK Maxx)
Sell it on Depop for what it retails at
(What it retails at)
You talk bare but you MC's ain't bad
(You ain't bad)
They chat shit and we state facts
Get your mic snatched and your DJ slapped
Shut up div
Don't care what you've been through
Or put up with
Pull up with back smashed windows
And fuck up whips, you'll get done up quick
Shut up div
Don't care what you've been through
Or put up with
Pull up with back smashed windows
And fuck up whips, you'll get done up quick

Big up all the Johns no offence to the Johns
Shouts to John man like John
Safe, Boisht right listen mate
This is the last fucking call I'm giving you
I've had a pint me
But you're being a prick mate
Answer your fucking phone