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young spencer - troubled one كلمات أغنية

blossoming past that impossible path (is ryt)
told you i’m not speaking to fast you’re just listening to low
to slow
c’mon
belfast
dublin
anywhere the f_ck you want matter of fact
what is happening
what the f_cks the craic
coming to you live
c’mon
belfast dublin pick of the draft authentically unapologetically picking me, not picking the past
picking teams off hand by hand
ticking dreams off plan by plan
(nah, couldn’t be? spence?)
i’ll tell you one thing this kids not daft
sell you one dream is gift of the gab
spencer, where you hiding at?, is the bt13 live or what?
bingo
spence fella’s bilingual, i’ll teach you luv how to tongue tie mе
alexa
shut up and play me
i don’t pay spotify, spotify pay me
always been a c_nt, don’t еven give a f_ck, i’m a g hun, all the fenians love
roll a g one, get moldered son
you couldn’t roll like me with a pack of raws
i wrap rings round c_nts & crack them jaws
coaching these rappers like ronaldinho
i don’t rap now unless i get the fee whole
not gonna lie, if i’m not getting high get them aff da f_ck luv you’re getting your hole
buck me, f_ck me, & suck my soul
ain’t got no love for not one of these c_nts
f_ck all these c_nts
never not too much to make one phone call and dump all these c_nts (shhhh)
f_ck all these c_nts
don’t call me bro, i’m on the phone with bro
i’m in his other shop bout his other shop
bout his other bror out forging the map
sunny beach, antalya, greece
new york, españa, anglais, milan
crack on in krakow
in amsterdam with a pack of smoke
ano all these roads like the back of my hand
back with a bang and i’m back in gods land
(he’s a f_cking eejit, talks all sorts of sh_te, he said he done that odyssey anol, don’t believe him)
did he walk on into the sse with his vest on, do his best song and leave?
i bombed on in kneecapped the scene and broke down the border like i’m captain of the sea
is he british? irish? if he’s on the map ? the only brit getting lit aff irish rap, in these irish eyes love a hun like at, f_ck young spencer the f_cking wee tw_t
tir gan teanga tir gan anam
be the last man standing anywhere they plant ‘em
whatever plans i had i had to park ‘em aff
i took my hard hat aff & put the hole in your roof
warn your man & all your men on route
this 6 in the morn out kicking at door in d_cking her before it good morning ya boot
(boot boot boot)
band 4 band we go bar 4 bar
i put the sash in at & when it comes to the chat i’m slashin at with all the cash attached, crash em cops smash out em opps, show speed to the fanum my chat
like i know i got the game on lock like kai cenat, plaque boy now all ni’d out
caught drip’n 4 the win outsidelockedn
with the baddest bunny in the play house
( like like like wha , like like like like like wha
like like like like like wha
la la la la la laaa, c’mon
dr becks on that f_cking beat
belfast back in at hot seat
(where else would we be c’mon now)
guess who’s back live & direct, o aye
(c’mon da f_ck now)
little old me p. r . o . d
(o aye o aye)
yo spence keep living at dream my son here i meant to say to ye
whatta ya at now en, ya still doing at music anol
here what’s at p . r . o . d
ya still getna turn, still doing the wee shows anol
what about them kneecap boys anol, whatta they like are they dead on
who’s is becky anol ya be knocking about with
never you f_cking mind)
coulda swore i was in quarantine way i been lockedn to the pin like an evil doc
swore i was in at gym way i rocked in & snapped em jaws like viva la croc
big news now ers a beef on a block
whos mans gon do what to the champ
ballied up slap a ballix aff ye
your a deceitful diseaseful evil wee rat
still not evil enough at that
f_ck at best in belfast chat, have ‘em cut em wrists if he’s penning at
be rare as a witch spell check ‘em raps if i get on at we skit on at
we make sh_t pop you’ll sh_t your pants
never lived no address where the best dwell at..
f_ck all at
belfast best kept secret son let the caption be i captivate em i decapitate em if he don’t agree
shank!ll baby aye a troubled one, down the river in the sea in the rubble son
is he real when he said free palestine
thou shall not f_ck with a c_nt that steals thou shall not die for a c_nt that fails to live like i
f_ck any c_nt bringing genocide then f_ck em c_nts wana k!ll your shine
f_ck what she’s at & f_ck what he’s at &
f_ck the taioscech i’m dublin tha map
storming in on my stormont grounds
i pull up to the party any balloon get popped
en the wee shorties panties drop
cream of the crop sip the stout
cash is king mon see what he’s about
i said to the queen just peace & pout
livna dream is ryt no doubt
(what’s the story spence fella?)
(yo is f_ckin ryt, free the palestine, salute to belfast, you shoulda knew better we don’t surrender, p. r. o. f_cking .d)

- young spencer

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