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2 numbers 1 man - marky b lyrics

[verse 1: didgit]
two numbers, one man, no it can’t be
champagne poppers when i pull up to the party
german badge with the expensive car keys
boys on block man i just ring marky
collectives booming and we’re making it quick
s line moving in the sickest of whips
got man coming ’round, they would ask for ticks
i got man coming now, thеy don’t ask for sh*t
yo, two charvas that’s didgit and jakub
two words are we’re armеd and dangerous
new white trainers, white vest ravers
gram of weed with the new light papers
i’ve always asked for this
i’m doing laps ’round a kid like a grafter did
call me messi on the pitch the way i master tricks
now i’m holding all these belts like tyson’s fist
[verse 2: marky b]
450, 250, move quickly
powerband on the bike, i’mma lift it
two pals on a yamaha grizzly
i’ve been gone for a bit, did you miss me?
back with a sick ‘en, raw sheets l!ck ’em and stick ’em
back door kick ’em, quad bikes rip ’em
headlights dip ’em, when i’m out on a mission
drinks don’t sip ’em i down ’em listen
man get bad, i’ll diss ’em
do a remix to your bike’s ignition
do a remix to your street when i’m ragging
stardawg bagging, transit jaggin
we come from a place where to make money
you’ve gotta sell bare drugs or f*ck up the beat
come up your street in a transit custom
i’m accustomed to do an mc

[chorus: marky b]
in your bird’s phone, that’s marky and charlie
two numbers, one man, no it can’t be
three finger deep after half a bacardi
can’t f*ck with the team, i know scousers and stanis
in your bird’s phone, that’s marky and charlie
two numbers, one man, no it can’t be
three finger deep after half a bacardi
can’t f*ck with the team, i know scousers and stanis
[verse 3: m.87]
big cone roller, mic controller
ripping up the ends on a 2 stroker
120 in a cloner, x5 smoker
npas can’t keep up with the motor
bradford soldier, already told you
if it ain’t about the money then i don’t wanna know you
don’t tap me on the shoulder now that i’m older
acting like you know me when i really don’t know you
want a big boy chain like that bad boy kelly’s
pocket full of readys, face on the tellies
m power beemer, sitting on pirellis
if you want turbo, i know a few fellas
.2 sellers, hot shot sh*llers
get your nose out my business, boy you look jealous
if you want sick mcs then bell us
if you want more bangers then tell us

[outro: marky b]
in your bird’s phone, that’s marky and charlie
two numbers, one man, no it can’t be
three finger deep after half a bacardi
can’t f*ck with the team, i know scousers and stanis
in your bird’s phone, that’s marky and charlie
two numbers, one man, no it can’t be
three finger deep after half a bacardi
can’t f*ck with the team, i know scousers and stanis

- marky b lyrics

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