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lab tv - bar session 2 - juke lyrics

lad i’ve been skint, but i’m still ridin’ on
3 minutes 46 seconds let me time the bomb
you’re chattin’ you a rider but you’ve never f-ckin’ fired a john
walkin’ with the limp like you’re a pimp but you’re still signing on
this b-tch is raving, craving for a line of bub
catch me in the fezzy kid i got the ladies lining up
this little divvy chattin’ game and thinks he’s riding tough
when i’m pulling out the 12 gauge kid your time is up, your time is up
you’re chattin’ that you’re rappin’, singing, you’re a gobsh-te
jukey paper stackin’ got me thinking that it’s not right
cold out here, sh-t’s stinging when the dogs fight
i pedal on me bike until me fingers got frostbite
chattin’ major graft, you’re in the flats and you be robbin’ boilers
all the f-ckin’ sh-t you’re spitting out your grid would clog a toilet
never have you rapping on my track, wouldn’t want to spoil it
lad, i’d rather put you on your back and watch you proper soil it
i’m the type of kid that’s into fighting, psycho that’ll sink a bite in trust me when i light my spliff, it brings the night in
got me thinkin’ i should get a pad and ink and write it
swerve the drinkin’ trust your crib is stinking when i light it
i’ve got the flow, lad you know i’ll keep it going if you like it
on point like a dart kid, sharper than the knife tip, sicker than the average not competing with the norm
i’m talking 36s if i’m linkin’ up your door
i won’t be voting in the next election, corruption making old people f-ckin’ beg for pensions
don’t be doing them a favour kid you’ll never get a mention!
the recollection of the debt collection
puttin’ chemicals in foods kid they’ve got you locked
and if you thinkin’ that you’re nothin’ kid you’ve lost the plot
they’ve even got you clockin’ in and f-ckin’ clockin’ off
there’s a lot of things worse than the bong of pot
i want dough, so the cheddar’s on the dispatch
straight cash kidda, already dealt with the riff-raff
you on strap, cause you’re getting “welcome to giff-gaff”
pedal to the metal, getting kettled when i lift that
when i was a kid, it’s glendevon lad i lived that
if there is a god, i wanna go back, i wish that
daddy had a plan’d hit the fan and went to sh-t bad
locked up in the pad and we got dragged up and binbagged
now it’s jukey b i’m punchin’ man up over slim bags
when i get it poppin’ kids are droppin’ from the bim-bam
getting nicked for croppin’ it’s nothing like a crim dam
know a couple kids who’ll dig your nan up for the flim-flam
kid we get it cracking, i’m laughing at your chit-chat and trust me lad your back i’ll f-ckin’ snap it like a kit-kat
all the lads are packin’, when we blast it lad your wig splats
chattin that you’re active so we have to get your chin snapped
you know it’s gonna happen if you wanna f-ck with me
50 cally bullet in your stomach or your kidney
and if i never done it then the f-cker would have did me
trust me kid i’m gunnin’ if you’re coming up to wig me
cause i’m a grafter, who’s after the earner
graft on me patch kid, i’m blasting that burner
mask on me trap, for the cash i will hurt ye
best empty your stash, or your nan i will murder
befriend and betray, it’s julius caesar
don’t trust any dealer, will flap when i squeeze her
the mac lad, the peeler
trust lad you don’t want to feel her, cause that’s what you’ll get when i see, yeah
and if it’s beef then i’m eager
i’ll chop a man and drop a man straight in my freezer
.380 the feeler
i know you go to bits if i squeeze the, you’ll p-ss your f-ckin’ kecks in a seizure
attack you, if i’ve got the strap up i’ll clap you, if i catch you hollow tips are goin’ at you
the fact is, if you talk beef, then i back sh-t, any daft pr-ck will get whacked with a fat stick
ain’t no f-ckin’ with the cartel, i’ve got the alizé, remy, martel
don’t be actin’ ready like we can’t tell
when the george got heavy lad your -rs- fell
and i’m a big lad listen, a sick tactician, big fat spliff and jukey kicks back fishin’
lazzy up the cash i got the fl!ck transmittin’
kids are g-ssing with the rap but jimmy spits ambition, hahaa
you know it’s true though, plod are picking up the piece like it’s cluedo
and i be floppin’ out the boxes like i’m bruno
and i be stickin’ to the readies like i’m glue bro, bang

- juke lyrics

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