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bl@ckbox – songer, pt. 2 كلمات اغاني

(intro)
outside the box
listen

(verse 1)
i’m jumping on this track i’m about to chat a load o’f greaze
smacking loads of g’s whenever they chatting loads of breeze
claiming they doing role they claim back lots of beef but
they side on whil’ i’m stacking loads of pee’s

(verse 2)
if you don’t rate what i’m doing couldn’t give one f-ck
your girl wishes you was me but that’s just tough luck
and now she’s staring at me bruv its like she’s love struck
i’m getting straight red cards because the studs up
songer why you been gone
need that new sick song
eyes are always flipping red
thinking they had two ticks on
roll up with new kicks on
holds on where’s your b-tch gone
calls my d-ck a bmx cos that’s what she do tricks on
claims he’s got a merc’ but still b-tch i run past him
don’t know why he’s talking to me d-ckhead stop askin’
said my bars are funny but b-tch i’m not laughing
boogey when i bust because i strictly come dancin’
big man your jarin
link up and then spar em’
gun fingers loaded just sk-nk out and blast him
dank out that bathroom, strap that then spark it
hennessy, vodka drank mat mans clarted
hard flows wherever the bars new or whether the bars old
bars cold better then me? nah you in the past bro
bottlin’ a scottish guy
shoulda seen that gl-ss go
hitting em’ in the ‘ead bruh
nearly made his heart blow
nearly made his heart burst
lyricism art work
claim to be a rapper but you never spat a hard verse
writing till my palm hurts
stayin’ till her -ss twerks
spittin’ as he’s whipping man i made that car swerve
and when i’m on a beat all you see is ri’in smoke
watching what you eating but sniffin’ bugle, diet c-ke
i suppose its fire every time that i compose cos i can see the future, present past when my eyes are closed
17 i’m very lean
i’ll be the best you’ve ever seen but you just got give me time like when the lemons green
i’m outside the box but he’s a flippin’ penalty
beat your girl tomorrow just to freshin’ up my memory
7 shots of hennessy, daily till i’m 70
mix it with that coca-cola that’s the flippin’ recipe
but all i see is jealousy cos i’m the guy they’ll never be
going to my grave stone bunning as they burying me
yea that good yute with that rude manner
purple creps yea you know i got that new swagger
give a girl my lightsabre till she sounds like chewbacca
going there with anaballe
dip in yard suvanaah
dip in yard with suzzie
she was pang but all her friends were dead i called em’ uzi
she’s calling me a cutie
i’m playing call-of-duty with one hand up on her booty
boys can multi task
one handed as i shoot g
lyrics for lyrics man i would step on any
telling me i’m old school but trust me i ain’t secondary
and if you chatting sh-t trust me you’ll be dead and buried
they claiming that they icy but they ben and jerry
i make words put it in a great verse
now she’s on her knees but i’m telling her this ain’t church
tellin’ her to leave cos i promise that this game hurts
i’m in love with brain and she in love with how my brain works

(outro)
yea its songer outside the box
keep the beat going i’m going back in
yea
listen

- blckbox

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