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p.b.k. - sb (uk) lyrics

[intro]
(rah, it’s bkay, you know)
it’s real in these streets
sb, mash that, clap that, slap that
you know i be the real deal
[?]

[chorus]
i was a hungry yute
ridin’ around, pedal bike, no coupe
i had a big fat what? big fat what?
big rambo, it was cute
now i got loads of what? loads of what?
man, i got loads of food
was a pedal bike kid, pedal bike kid
now man spins in a coupe like
i was a hungry yute
ridin’ around, pedal bike, no coupe
i had a big fat what? big fat what?
big rambo, it was cute
now i got loads of what? loads of what?
man, i got loads of food
was a pedal bike kid, pedal bike kid
now man spins in a coupe like
[verse 1]
spin your wig like a windmill
no games ‘cah this sh*t’s real
do that, mash that, clap that, slap that
you know sb the real deal
you know i make them birds fly
hit cells on the roadside
grab the pack and then flip that, mix that
hit shots till my phonе dies
weigh food till my hands ache
abusе the ding*dong till it breaks
money, money, money ‘haffi make
quick spud, no handshake
that’s how roadman shake hands
get tings and we make bands
three cars, try rollin’ to my block
see me and couldn’t stick to their game*plan
come to the hill, sent straight back
deal with the matter, back to the trap
i told them once enough of the chit
enough of the chat
they don’t wanna see sb dressed in black
no cap in my rap, i spit facts
these man cap in tracks to act bad
even my family will tell you i’m mad, like
[chorus]
i was a hungry yute
ridin’ around, pedal bike, no coupe
i had a big fat what? big fat what?
big rambo, it was cute
now i got loads of what? loads of what?
man, i got loads of food
was a pedal bike kid, pedal bike kid
now man spins in a coupe like

[verse 2]
i was a lil’ sh*t (uh)
blacked*out whip, bally, and gloves
black wap, double*tap two slugs
black knife, just tear through lungs
i was a lil’ sh*t (uh)
on the block just bein’ mouthy
active gang, man’s straight rowdy
now man’s just skrrt*in’ in a audi
now man’s swervin’ in a whip
four phones, bad b*tch, and a big spliff
one box of loud, two and a blue of the whiff
remix the pack, but the ting still criss
don’t mean cross
flip the pack one time and i’m gone
p*ss me off, trust me, it’s long
got more smoke than cheech & chong
got more smoke than a steam engine
possession on me with intention
different sizes, dimensions
different figures and equations
i ain’t got time for no questions
no comment in the fed station
more links than a freemason
i ain’t got time to be time wastin’
nah (skrrt*skrrt)
[chorus]
i was a hungry yute
ridin’ around, pedal bike, no coupe
i had a big fat what? big fat what?
big rambo, it was cute
now i got loads of what? loads of what?
man, i got loads of food
was a pedal bike kid, pedal bike kid
now man spins in a coupe like
i was a hungry yute
ridin’ around, pedal bike, no coupe (i was)
i had a big fat what? big fat what?
big rambo, it was cute (i did)
now i got loads of what? loads of what?
man, i got loads of food (i have)
was a pedal bike kid, pedal bike kid
now man spins in a coupe like

[outro]
bap*bap*bap
free the f*ckin’ mandem
hold tight the eight block
[?] to the world, i’m f*ckin’ back
free h, free skins
free elles, my family to the death

- sb uk lyrics

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