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st helier gs - st helier gs كلمات الأغنية

(lil stinky)
whippin the coupe through your neighborhood
ive got guns in the back like you know i would
stealing gloop from the poor no robin hood
now im gunning down the ops for the greater good

seven pack mac elevens the st helier gs
im a dog and im rich call that terrier cheese
on my d_ck is your b_tch ima get a disease
b_ll_cks starting to itch now look at these

(fat sh!t)
bbs, load them in my airsoft gun
shoot it at the elderly now im on the run
b_tch you a friend of me ill k!ll you just for fun
next drink is on me we’ll have a round of red rum

ive been accused of manslaughter many times
ive got your eldest daughter slippin up on these rhymes

ive got packs of crack in the back of my cadillac
tarmac your grave if i catch you lack

(lil stinky)
in, my humble abode
a tiny p_n_s is the grace im bestowed
cruising round jersey, call me a toad
i pull up on maccies and watch it explode
4 gallons of p_ss in my v12 engine
rev outside get your b_tch’s attention
n0body resists my hydraulic suspension
the only downside, i spent my dads pension

(fat sh!t)
got women in the back of my limousine
i was circumcised with a f_cking guillotine
blast big boys head into smitherines
kick a wh0re in the face, name was geraldine

put an uzi to your skull, boutta run it up
names fat sh_t, you know i dont give a f_ck
introduce me to your father, turn him into a cuck
dont need a permit, your kids will get struck

(lil stinky)
pull out her spleen swap it for a gloop dispencer
f_ckin around call me man like spencer
she looking kinda keen cos im a big spender
every single day i feel my brain get denser

the names lil stinky, reppin from the east
your mums v_g_n_ is filled with yeast
gang sh_t baby, someone had to say it
the only friend to my name today is fat sh_t
(fat sh!t)
im not your friend, relationships bare
i sleep on a bench in the royal square
you know the gang trappin on solitaire
i dont know how to trim my pubic hair

i got money big racks copped me a brick
invading west side with my boys in the clique
pull up to your crib and you lock im pickin
tryna have a sh_g but im whiskey d_ckin

(lil stinky)
thats not true i know youre a virgin
get back on your bench p_ssy boy street urchin
when im out in west side in the trees i be lurkin
the hustle never ends, im always out workin

call in an airstrike on your school
you and your friends theyre not very cool
st helier gs we’re always on top
of the hill taking shots you know we won’t stop

(fat sh!t)
shooting men in the street that owe me money
slingin dope to the folk on a monday
please stop asking i promise im not g_y
im in a gang and thats really manly
met your mother and she getting all handsy
play her like and accordian, sea shanty
walking round town like a modern day ghandi
my immense street smarts are actually quite handy

- st helier gs

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