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grim sickers - ghetto spirit lyrics

i buss one, buss two, buss a hundred
i’ve got bullets in the boot in abundance
i buss three, buss four, buss eighty
straining my arm ’cause the strap’s so weighty
i know that’s a ghetto’s lyric
but right now, i’m possessed by ghetto’s spirit, so
you don’t wanna see me in a fist-fight
i’ll get the [?] knife, stab man six times
i ain’t ramping, strap in my boxers
ball-in-sock ya, bottle man, vodka
send man doctors
bodyguard won’t save ya, not even kev costner
so, what’s happening?
what’s good, bruv? what’s crackling?
i’m at the scene ’cause
black bagging him, still tryna strap bars
mcs sending get a slapped -rs-
got a sword like ned stark
do a d trip fast like nascar
it’s not hard, you’re not that hard, so
don’t act like you don’t see me around
i’ll be rolling on ends on my own
i’m only going up north for the week
to rep grime on mikee’s show
switch
it’s grim, i be getting the girls to undress
if you’ve got big b-tt, big breast
and if you come correct
you can get the hundred bag press
it’s grim, i be getting the girls to undress
if you’ve got big b-tt, big breast
and if you come correct
you can get the hundred bag press
i’ve got an open mind like an mc counsellor
multiply when i roll on guys
with the sharpest iron like “show me the f-ssy’
hammer pain in your back like a broken spine
like aim and attack, i’m a militant lad
had the game for a while, i’m a golden child
tuesday march 31st
i was born a natural star
a militant man with a brilliant plan
don’t @, then run away
man, that’s a good email scam
and only good [?]
’cause i’ll f-cking pull off a million, fam
’cause i’m back from the mountain again
gonna start spraying like a fountain again
i’ve got a mixtape, got an album again
no swag [?] outfit again
my strap works like my gat works
load it up, i’ll spit real fire words
who’s that? grim, yeah, i murked
i’m not ashamed that i come from the curb
my strap works like my gat works
load it up, i’ll spit real fire words
who’s that? grim, yeah, i murked
i’m not ashamed that i come from the curb
dead him on sight
he ain’t got a career so i guess he wants mine
i ain’t shotting no draws on the block
do i look like some washed up guy?
you could be as hench as hulk hogan
souls will still be up in the sky
anyone in the scene can get it
they all scream like [?] on the mic
it’s grim s-i-c-k
none of you mcs are ready
i would’ve jacked your telly
when i didn’t even have one penny
it’s grim s-i-c-k
none of you mcs are ready
i would’ve jacked your telly
when i didn’t even have one penny
sickers

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