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187 - feltz or f3ltzyy lyrics

intro * feltz

ay, i ain’t f*cking with these f*ck boys that want to f*ck me over cos i’m gonna f*ck them over two times man
i ain’t f*cking, 187, murder, death, k!ll sh*t man
f*ck feds, f*ck court, f*ck these p*ssies that wanna chat sh*t about me
you know where i’m at
lets get it, lets get it, lets get it, lets get it

verse 1 * feltz

this pr*ck, pr*ck, claims he’s a boss, get shot (bang)
have you laying under a cross
you’d get boyd man, ay
you ain’t on job
have you leaping obstacles like frogs
p*ssy boy, you can get stabbed
p*ssy boy, you can get robbed
you’re all talk till wе come to your block
run like a beavеr when you see the squad
you’re not on road you sit in and blog
i’ll get a chick to set you up on swap box
all my boys know that you’re soft
beat man up with a pan and a wok
or a ball in the sock
yeah, we ball on the block
i’ll light you up like a spliff when it’s hot
you look like a spliff when it’s hot
you’re hot
we know that you get no guap
we know that they know that they know we’re on top
so, you’ve noting to say
we know you’ve got nothing to spray
leave multiple holes in your face
then we’ll blow your brother away
you really think this is a game?
you wasn’t a mate, you’re always a stain
turnt into a opp, so you can get shot, i’ll blow out your brains
leave them on the pave, i’m on a rage, f*cked out of my face
get left on the tar
you won’t be seeing no stars
you’ll be seeing cars
windows down, we’ll hit up your yard
you’re an opp, you’re a dead one
i’m tryna set up shop just like best one
have my ygs run up in your bedroom
you’ll be tryna run but your brain be like blud where my legs gone?
i don’t give a f*ck what ends you from
and who the f*ck is your dons
get beat with the bat no ping*pong
you know that i’mma get it on
there’s real savages in the farms
you know not to come round here man it ain’t calm
straight up, knife work and fire*arms
no one around here will show you arms
except armz
roll up in a car
it will be a par
box you up, leave man with a scar
i don’t give a f*ck man i go in hard
i’ll get some boy to run up in your yard
go to your bedroom cupboard, take the food from your yard
take your money, leave your *rs* bruk
so don’t talk sh*t i’ll finesse you again
i’ll finesse your friends, take your peds
f*ck boys probably wanna go call feds
blam, blam, blam, blam, straight in his head
don’t care leave a p*ssyhole dead
talk bare sh*t ain’t seen on the ends
where the f*ck is his friends?
got a couple bells for you in the skeng
i’m telling you this ain’t pretend
don’t give a f*ck if i offend
get finessed for your peng
little joke boy wanna try chat sh*t
you can get stabbed in your upper lip
i ain’t f*cking around, you’re a f*cking pr*ck
better not get caught on a slip
cos you know that i’m lurking in the dark
you wanna start, you can get sparked
get left out cold on the tar
187, we’ll murder yah
no one around here has heard of yah
better pick up your legs cos we’ll bun yah
and mumma, it can get hot like a spanish summer
22 shots with the drummer
you’re a gonner, you’re a bummer, just a little sucker
you woke up the nutter
i was born in the gutter
so there’s no stutter, stutter
don’t mutter
you’ll get that drama, if you want to be that actor
get my young bucks to come and smack yah, attack yah, batter yah
and they won’t need no caliber
and i’ll guarantee they’ll be stabbing yah
and have you up and wrap you up
bite all your sh*t like dracular
spectactular
i’ll be out to watch cus
tell your b*tch don’t f*ck with my buzz, you bunch of sl*ts
get f*cked like c*nt
get bunned like a blunt of skunk
i can read right through you mugs
take you out with two slugs
in the shotty, outside your mums
take all your funds and all your skunk
you little punk
on the internet talking junk
you little punk
on the internet talking junk
outro * feltz

ay
wasteman, ha
b*ttzy
you know how we’re rocking man
f*ck the haters

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