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fire in the spoof - wonderful lyrics

[intro]
(yo scratcha you shelled …)
(ay yk)
ay what a wonderful kind of drill

[verse 1: arthur]
i’ll be like “hey”
what a wonderful kind of strap
i just got a new ting and the weapon’s large
i’ll turn man filte, leave em, mek em dart
i still roll with the rock like kevin hart
i’m digging out bmos, and i’m blocking numbers
them man cuff links like dressing smart
i feel like gary lineker with the flavours
whip full of blazers like wedding cars
if i back this flicky, i might hurt them
never lacking, i’ve got it on my person
and my grandad used to fight germans
ironic how man now man drive germans
i don’t wanna hear no more talk from gеorge
if i do, then i might hold georgе ransom
back out the mash, make man dance
turn george pig into george sampson
them man are still chasing yacks
i promote boxes like eddie hearn
and now the bread that i’m making’s mad
shit landscape with the way i break this slab
back then i was brass
and i felt like walter white, poltergeist
still breaking bad
your packs can get suck like shake’n’vac
no refunds, need b funds for the trap
and i don’t wanna hear no paigon chatter
cah if i do i’ll raise this hammer
going on rides like drayton manor
leave man’s head sore like a waving napper
and this hand ting comes in handy
cah i know man wanna try tan me
i got way more flake than cadbury
tts and the price there like bambi
and if them man try to attack me
back it out and corn +ish like pasty
they don’t trap like binky and arthur
man i got spots everywhere like acne
i don’t wanna hear no talk from george anymore
cah your gang’s not that cruddy
i know the fans have been getting anxious
but, arthur’s back there’s no need to worry
if i see my man on road, i ain’t letting it slide
i just pull up the car in a hurry
back it out and dash man in the whip
now i got a snake in my boot like woody
i was putting in work with binks
they just wanna see i down like winks
cropped three bedrooms and the whole gaff stinks
that’s why i’ve got ice like rinks
hey
[verse 2: binky]
what a wonderful kind of, think
before you beef arthur and binks
picture us, man roll down tints
both arms out like we’re carrying drinks
everyday when we walk down the street
spread crack no kinks
and we ride like an infertile king, we don’t leave no prints
george just got away, terrible day
oh what a bummer
we was in the t
with both arms out like we’re dressed for summer
brown same colour as arthur’s fur
got lightning like thunder
just whipped me a batch
crack came back same colour as arthur’s jumper
and where we don’t break in slabs, i flaked a bash
we just don’t play with slags
provide swift nut like taylor’s dad
it’s not opp block to us anymore
it’s more like paigon cafe
we roll on george
it’s nothing but sausage and bacon baps
stay away or dash
call the new wap stella, add toys or beater
and if a snitch say “binks”, make that rat burn like a teacher
the forensics team’s tryna get tracy no beaker
feds know i’m a dealer
but my lawyer’s a brilliant speaker
[outro: arthur and binky]
box of the raw, grab it and whip it
see a paigon, back it and flick it
in the streets we actually wicked
see an opp, slap it and dip it
protect your rolie, run for your wrist like fitbit
ot lickin’ out shots in ipswich
shocked at the weight of the mash when i gripped it

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