Don Strapzy - SB:TV F64 lyrics

Bare sh** talk, bag of lolly My dargs got big tools that'll crack a lorry Yeah i'm savage, Robbie I got a team in the blue and i'm the boss, Ancelotti When I backed the shotty, man barked it Let the fat ba*tard sing, Pavarotti If I ain't got a strap, got a stabber on me Let the ting get noisy, like my man from Brockley Yo, and I bet you vanish fast When you see me on your block with a bag of dargs We can have a dance When I grab the star nothings gonna save you Not even Van Der Sar Fam youre gay, like f*ggots are Bring Ross Kemp to my block We'll show him what 'matics are Look we ain't gonna box, f** Amir Khan I'd rather spray up your block, Afghanistan And i'm addicted to trouble I'll come through, both hands gripped on the double You're a poodle, me, i'm a Pit with no muzzle Tell a prick you don't wanna slip in the puddle Little pricks move suttle Yeah the chicks come to me for my dick But to you for a cuddle Cause you're sweet like that I'm street like that I'm a G fam I squeeze my strap Tell a prick don't speak like that, it's peak like that Best believe the machine might clap You ain't like me, grab a man's chain if its icy In the party, getting brains off his wifey And man thinks he's hard cause his chains looking pricey But you can get sent home chainless tonight G With the stainless I'm lively I've been through the rain and the pain and survived G There's fiends on my block so I'm serving 'em But try fiend on my guap il be burning 'em I will burst the nine off Don Strapz I'm a certified boss like Ferguson So call me Sir Alex, stop talking like you burst 'matics Thinking your Pimps in your fur jackets Dodgy whip then il burst at it And we don't tolerate chat so be careful with your words, f*ggot My nightmares being 30 and bra** I'm out here, ca' im thirsty for cash Straight dons no, wriggly worms in my batch No 9 to 5 I will not work to be taxed No way, will I work to give cash to the Government That's a whole other ting There's enough families in the hood suffering Pricks for the queens face I've be hustling That's the last straw, no emotion The hoods turned my heart raw And these pricks wanna start war That's what the stars for I'ma snap like a sharks jaw Yeah it's light in the hood But its dark more Depz that's a real dawg il co*k back and bark for And when I tell a man we can skank I ain't talking 'bout moves on the dancefloor So what you talking 'bout Rugers and Stars for You don't clap 'matics you little rap f*ggots I'm a cash addict And for that lump i'l' be pressing off the pump like a crack addict Dunknow, black hoodies black jackets You know me i'm about the cash You think i'm nuts darg trust my whole tower claps You think it's peak now watch when Powers back