AJ Tracey - Dusk lyrics

W10 2013 We let the gun blow, let off the pumpy Nice in the grime scene, now I'm all comfy Pray for this yout, thinks he will slump me Hail Mary, I rain on his dumb feet Don't wife b**hes, she was a dumb beat You're not Johan, you can't run me I'm not a hash zoot, no, you can't bun me Beg you go back home, spitting that wack flow My flow's kind to the ears Lovely, got a younger letting off Dumpy, no, you can't move to my girls, you're ugly You're like Messi, small on the pitch Heavy like Rooney, you can't budge me I'm an MC, I can get hammer Couple wise words: please don't touch me White girl Angelina Jolie Sitting in the cut, my dargies blow weed Start with a Q then dance an OG Peng ting off the sh**, she banged a whole G Nah, nah, nah, can't step to my team Trinidad boy, that's TNT I've seen a real skengman sitting on the porch Shotgun and white tee It ain't nothing for a n***a to holla my uncle Tell him "come down with the OG" When I say OG, I don't mean Jendor Ruger, Little Dee, Blacks or P I mean the bruk shot with the gaps in his jeans That'll fly through quick with the gaps in his jeans Call up the squad, MTP And tell them 'bout beef, family, it's peak White girl Carmen Electra When I reload off a BBC That's a big boy crop, then I get a one extra Nine bars get bruk down, f** a tester God forgive me if I buss my nine Bar, that's a likkle reference to Skepta Still oh so comfy in my sector Cause I still will eat man, I'm Lecter And when I spray bars, it's a lecture Youths get ga**ed in the club off of nectar Outside, got a non-musical don with The Nikes on and the co*ked arm in the Vectra Behave yourself, Konan's adlib Your dons don't back you, never backed it If I ever back the ting and then clapped it I bet your squad will leave you like your dad did Ayy, none of them guys wanna war with me None of them trap that light or B L-double-O, but I go by C And I've got the peng amm, call me for a D My Cypriot link stays waved off E My belt's effed, J's belt says G Don't shot H, that are not me I JK, I T-R-A-P You can call for a Q of the blueberry cheese I've got the R1 Piff Latina just took three bun She was like rah Does my name start with an S? I said "I don't mind cause you're my cup of tea" Got the [?] U A V I'm from the W and yet uff my X But I need that dough so I grab them Zs Under the weather Aguero and Suarez came with man They're due to go bang when equipped with the leather No offsides, straight striking whenever Don't pop molly, pop gyal, ask Heather You'll get burst in the dirtiest way Bun a Ralph Lauren [?] right out in your sweater Left in the curb, man should've known better Nicholas Bendtner When the ting sparks, get left in the dark All covered in marks, rudeboy, ask Spencer Shut down clubs, no lay when I enter Shoot five boys, then I'm gone like a [?] MTP, I'm the craziest member Moving the Ts, get kicked like Fletcher If I switch out cause I'm known for a temper Man get bun like ember Light up a chief, 25th of December [?] have a bar like Demba My camp make metal speak like Bender West-ender but I know an east-ender Boxed her narns and left the ting tender Lyrical skipper like a Tottenham defender Arsene Wenger