So Large, Ghetts - E300 Buddah lyrics
Ghetts [Justin Clarke Samuel]
[So Large, Ghetts - E300 Buddah lyrics]
You think I'm having that? Hold on
Think that I'm not coming back? Hold on
Think that it's nothing but chat? Hold on
Piere shot from my whip, that's no long
Machine get rinsed, get sold on
Say they're killers and so on and so on
None of that gwan when they link So Large
Dem boy dere are the opposite of hard, what?
They say they're riding for me, come through
Feel say they're hyped from beef
Come through
We can have it live in the street
Come through
Think you're Drake and I'm Meek? Come through
Cause anyhow, I buck you
I'll make your worst nightmare come through
If I'm chasing your mate and I
Miss him with the blade
Would be you it come through
You really, really wouldn't wanna be on
The other side of my flicky, cause
I might cut your artery and
You'll bleed internally, trust me
You really, really wouldn't wanna be on
The other side of my flicky, cause
I might cut your artery and
You'll bleed internally, trust me
Just spent a score on a brand new flicky
Face get sliced like man's too pretty
No homo but who bangs? Who's Billy?
Niggas don't know that I'm
Nang with the shank
That's why I roll solo, man's too witty
Shut your mout, don't make me slap you silly
I should slap you
Just cause you chat to thingy
I told your gyal I ain't got no gyal
You told her how much gyal
Mi ran through really
Man's too cold, man's too chilly
Man move Joan and man move Whitney
Man do road and man do lyrics
Tombstone a man who's witty
View so crap, who did it?
You don't rap, you gimmick
My tool go bang, Cillit yamaha ting
Black TEC pack, camouflage ting
Newham, Plaistow, Stratford, Forest Gate
Custom House, Manor Park ting
This ain't a drill, this ain't a drill
But man ah mek that alarm ring
Kill or be killed
How many killers you killed?
They cyan't make man a target
Have you written your will? What have
You writ in your will?
Tell me, man are asking
Let me finish my meal
Then get wicked for real
My chest don't have a heart in
I don't listen to Sketch
I don't listen to Phil cuh man are too
I've got niggas in pen, niggas in ville
Bare man I cyan't ring
You really, really wouldn't wanna be on
The other side of my flicky, cause
I might cut your artery and
You'll bleed internally, trust me
You really, really wouldn't wanna be on
The other side of my flicky, cause
I might cut your artery and
You'll bleed internally, trust me
East side shotta, dem ah rock and come in
Down south shotta, dem ah rock and come in
Up north shotta, dem ah rock and come in
West side shotta, dem ah rock and come in
Oi, on a likkle roller we come in
C class Benz when I pull up on the scene
None of my birds are under 18
Any time I grab tit's, it's over 18
Fresh out the Candy Street housing scheme
Big gas guzzler beat come in
Stop at the station and buy gasoline
Crep Protect, sure my creps stay clean
Big S-O Large from London, Bow E3
Make funds fast, make funds frequently
When I come around, man are wicked MC
Man calm lock down the whole grime scene
You see mi ah tell any MC (Just shut up)
You really, really wouldn't wanna be on
The other side of my flicky, cause
I might cut your artery and
You'll bleed internally, trust me
You really, really wouldn't wanna be on
The other side of my flicky, cause
I might cut your artery and
You'll bleed internally, trust me
Think that I'm not coming back? Hold on
Think that it's nothing but chat? Hold on
Piere shot from my whip, that's no long
Machine get rinsed, get sold on
Say they're killers and so on and so on
None of that gwan when they link So Large
Dem boy dere are the opposite of hard, what?
They say they're riding for me, come through
Feel say they're hyped from beef
Come through
We can have it live in the street
Come through
Think you're Drake and I'm Meek? Come through
Cause anyhow, I buck you
I'll make your worst nightmare come through
If I'm chasing your mate and I
Miss him with the blade
Would be you it come through
You really, really wouldn't wanna be on
The other side of my flicky, cause
I might cut your artery and
You'll bleed internally, trust me
You really, really wouldn't wanna be on
The other side of my flicky, cause
I might cut your artery and
You'll bleed internally, trust me
Just spent a score on a brand new flicky
Face get sliced like man's too pretty
No homo but who bangs? Who's Billy?
Niggas don't know that I'm
Nang with the shank
That's why I roll solo, man's too witty
Shut your mout, don't make me slap you silly
I should slap you
Just cause you chat to thingy
I told your gyal I ain't got no gyal
You told her how much gyal
Mi ran through really
Man's too cold, man's too chilly
Man move Joan and man move Whitney
Man do road and man do lyrics
Tombstone a man who's witty
View so crap, who did it?
You don't rap, you gimmick
My tool go bang, Cillit yamaha ting
Black TEC pack, camouflage ting
Newham, Plaistow, Stratford, Forest Gate
Custom House, Manor Park ting
This ain't a drill, this ain't a drill
But man ah mek that alarm ring
Kill or be killed
How many killers you killed?
They cyan't make man a target
Have you written your will? What have
You writ in your will?
Tell me, man are asking
Let me finish my meal
Then get wicked for real
My chest don't have a heart in
I don't listen to Sketch
I don't listen to Phil cuh man are too
I've got niggas in pen, niggas in ville
Bare man I cyan't ring
You really, really wouldn't wanna be on
The other side of my flicky, cause
I might cut your artery and
You'll bleed internally, trust me
You really, really wouldn't wanna be on
The other side of my flicky, cause
I might cut your artery and
You'll bleed internally, trust me
East side shotta, dem ah rock and come in
Down south shotta, dem ah rock and come in
Up north shotta, dem ah rock and come in
West side shotta, dem ah rock and come in
Oi, on a likkle roller we come in
C class Benz when I pull up on the scene
None of my birds are under 18
Any time I grab tit's, it's over 18
Fresh out the Candy Street housing scheme
Big gas guzzler beat come in
Stop at the station and buy gasoline
Crep Protect, sure my creps stay clean
Big S-O Large from London, Bow E3
Make funds fast, make funds frequently
When I come around, man are wicked MC
Man calm lock down the whole grime scene
You see mi ah tell any MC (Just shut up)
You really, really wouldn't wanna be on
The other side of my flicky, cause
I might cut your artery and
You'll bleed internally, trust me
You really, really wouldn't wanna be on
The other side of my flicky, cause
I might cut your artery and
You'll bleed internally, trust me