jay0117 – black bin bag who? (grim sickers diss) lyrics
[sample: grim sickers]
but what i done…
i’m sorry, bruv
i was on my… i…
i come to bristol with no savings, innit?
yeah? i fell on my face
alright, i got… i took ten days to move half a z
[intro]
grim “100 bags” sickers
aka still living with your nan
aka took you ten days to move half a z
dd
[chorus]
you won’t black bin anyone
and i’m the one that consigned you the z
you’re 26, i’m just 21
do the maths, you’re anyone
you wanna listen to a dead mc? i just buried one
round the back of the garden
n-body heard him scream ’cause the telly’s on
and i can talk crud too, you’re just a femidom
[chorus]
you won’t black bin anyone
and i’m the one that consigned you the z
you’re 26, i’m just 21
do the maths, you’re anyone
you wanna listen to a dead mc? i just buried one
round the back of the garden
n-body heard him scream ’cause the telly’s on
and i can talk crud too, you’re just a femidom
[verse]
let me tell you a little something ’bout grim
i linked with him, dropped him a ting
one week now and his phone never rings
so i sat him down, patterned down, told him a ting
i said “grim, let’s be real”
he said “jay, what’s real?”
i said “real’s when you stay true to yourself
and don’t change from signing a deal”
you’re g-ssed ’cause you did a tune with ghetts
but ghetts heard your verse and threw it in the bin
you don’t live that life, grim
don’t know why you try lie to the kids
i don’t need to find where you live
’cause i’m more than fine in your bits, you’re not grime, you’re a b-tch
come out your house, come get booked in bris’
and watch you’re not holding a kick
i’m unfolding a pr-ck, he’s told you a myth
your bm joanne’s blowing my d-ck
while i’m rolling a spliff and you’re moaning a bit
’cause you be in bris and your phone never ring
but f-ck that, i dropped you postcodes on the whatsapp
you never dropped that so you got sacked
where’s my gwop at? keep that
i’ve seen your bank statements, you need that
you’re an eediat, this man’s long
how you gonna come to a clash with a tampon?
paul dowman, that’s round one
might as well sit down there on a proud one
gimmick sickers, grim sh-tters
and in joanna tompkins’ knickers
gimmick sickers, grim sh-tters
and in joanna tompkins’-
and this could’ve been a nursery rhyme
in perfect time, it’s flatline murder time
i don’t care if your dad did murder time
’cause you’re shook, to tell ’em that you spit, you’re sh-t and
say that nolay’s on your d-ck
what? did i just say it to your chick?
i think i did, i let it slip
i heard your new flow and it’s f-cking sh-t
this guy’s there shouting ’bout a hundred bags
but he can’t even pay four bills on rent
i’ve just spent about seven times that
on a studio, yeah, that’s money well-spent
you’re not gully in your ends
i’m here, i’m being funny in your ends
you’re not cruddy, you’re pretend, fact is you work in a factory
to get your money for a benz
boom, you’re not black bin bagging him
you’re jimmy savilling, wouldn’t wanna clash against a mannequin
you’re panicking, i would’ve been a fan of him
i’ll bad him up, send him home, dash him like javelin
ayy, paul, you’re a poor excuse for a dad
how you gonna owe joanne four bags?
that’s your baby mum, and you never paid
one little penny for your son, that’s wrong
[outro]
that’s wrong
that’s wrong
that’s wrong
one little penny for your son, that’s wrong
that’s wrong
that’s wrong
that’s wrong
one little penny for your son, that’s wrong
[sample: grim sickers]
but what i done…
i’m sorry, bruv
i was on my… i…
i come to bristol with no savings, innit?
yeah? i fell on my face
alright, i got… i took ten days to move half a z
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