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ghenghis ott - big man? lyrics

[chorus]
these big man love their gossip
but i’m sick of their bickering blud
ain’t seen none of you down in trenches
had to pull myself right outta the mud
always on violence, violence, violence
b+tch calm down, you don’t know about crud
reinvented theirselves at uni
but over in london they get no spuds

[verse 1:]
5 bed houses talk ’bout guns
council estates, yeah we chat ’bout funds
just cause you’re loud mean no nutten
show you sutten, lips get shuttin
childhood trauma pushed to the border
tryna get racks till thеy call man h++rder
that’s me on the map, maraudеr
turkish pasa take my order
would’ve given some man their due
but the undies back then moved booky
stickin their nose in people’s business
stacy dooley sinister six and i was the goblin
ain’t no batman, little bit of robbin
wanna say hi to my bat with your noggin?
better shut them mouths…then put that sock in
down that st++t i was shoppin’ and boppin’
car pulls up, range ro’ stoppin’ “bro do you smoke?”
“i got raspberry rassclart pie.” this some joke?
yute der whippin’ his mumsy’s ride
these boys don’t got to the smokeup
don’t get gyal and they all end soak up
unlike we there’s big boy nugs in my rug
roll up the ting like a carpet merchant
i’m ott and divergent
entered the scene like a f+cking insurgent
your girl, yeah she lived my serpent
slitherin out, reeta skeeta
back in my bed when it’s time to delete her
and daylights touch so gentle
step in the sun with a bottle of volvic
rolled up menthols
fumes they below, invade with tendrils
leak like ink with borderless stencils
[chorus]
these big man love their gossip
but i’m sick of their bickering blud
ain’t seen none of you down in trenches
had to pull myself right outta the mud
always on violence, violence, violence
b+tch calm down, you don’t know about crud
reinvented theirselves at uni
but over in london they get no spuds

[verse 2:]
where did he get that, where did he go
time goes fast, but you move slow
i’m pain in your chest like r to the o
road less travelled, lets pack and go
bro put way too much in that cone
ignition, spark, flame and go
if i’m on that tune, then who wants smoke?
i’m takin’ over no joke
better f+ck off and leave it bro
cause i can’t just lock up my speech and show
who sad shut up, i told ’em no
b+tch got cut off for speaking faux
control c, v, s, p that’s them
come like clones with their voices streched
same sh+t, same sh+t, yeah thats bless
pay them a fat bag yeah who’s next
heriditary wealth and still act ends
new wave scammers, new wave shengs
come, crawl out of your beds
i’m here for your pounds and pence
i’m here for your pounds and pence
pr+cks, cowards
[chorus]
these big man love their gossip
but i’m sick of their bickering blud
ain’t seen none of you down in trenches
had to pull myself right outta the mud
always on violence, violence, violence
b+tch calm down, you don’t know about crud
reinvented theirselves at uni
but over in london they get no spuds

- ghenghis ott lyrics

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