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juke - firecam - say it & spray it lyrics

[intro]

yo, say it & spray it‚ big up b-dott‚ firecam…big up the whole muzzleflash team: ramma‚ streetz, clickz, you know how we doin’ it‚ 2016’s a big year, this is a little grime ting

[verse]

don’t touch my place cos the heat rises
on these streets in the 35 bits
ask my team where the 35 is
do my dirt but it’s been my bits
and i’m putting in work till i heat my chips
no new jerks gonna beat my pitch
trust pure birds wanna eat my-..,
but none of these girls gonna be my b-tch
so b-tch don’t ask how i rap like this
evil‚ won’t wanna have my kids
divs try say that they act like
but they ain’t got guns or grafts like this
but he ain’t on nuttin’, say that you shottin’
me and my man gonna blatantly rob him
bob, boxes of haze and we mobbin’
in the whip cos’ we ain’t into joggin’
we screech in the whip
with a big 35 ting, gotta sting when we let it rip
enemies gonna trip, it’s evil as sh-t
rats gonna die when i reach for the fifth
rats like chat about beef, give me a reason to flip
i’ll stab man deep in the ribs
wanna beef back the man like me’s in the bits
and i’m here for the chips
trust these flats all stinkin’ when i put cheese in the crib
now these rats all thinkin’, “how jukey be getting rich?”
cos’ i put streetz on scales, now i’m only needing a brick
only go o.t when i’m leaving the strip
keep it low-key when i’m beating a chick
big .45 that’ll keep you akip, pow

tryna get cheeky a bit, rambo got you leaky a bit
on road till you see me a bit, hmp wanna keep me a bit
trust i’m scouse like the stew that ye ma makes
wanna talk la? usually about cake
that tw-t’s chatting food till we partake
f-ck that stress cos’ i’m through with the -rs- aches
yeah, through with the -rs-holes
f-ck that sh-t when i’m moving a parcel
so much flames you’ll be cooler in charcoal
flake you’ll be calling me narco
yo i’m chillin with la’s, know this sh-t i’m spittin is hard
don’t try ask my team for the clash
cos you know my team be bringing them bars
so don’t try f-ck with this thingy of ours
lads wanna duck when i’m swingin me arms
big left hook got you ringing your ma’s
have man shut when the ting in the palm
enemies know just how i get down
chat bout beef but they never get round, yo turn the whip round
rats want an end in the boot, see if he ever gets found
yo i am the greatest, enemies split up with birds
now she’s liking me status, bye to the haters
jukey’s got this .44 with teeth looking like alligators
done time in probation
now i’m facing trial in the crown for the knife allegation
snitches gonna die for their statements

yeah, bikes get backwheeled
big knife and it might make rats squeal
yeah, rats wanna chat steel
have you doin backflips and chat pwhoaarr-
try that, e.r with my gs
5 man deep on crs and yzs
jeez, see ours you might bleed
you’re white like 3 halves of my cheese
chat beef what’s appenin’ my gs
chat straps don’t chat abar’ tai chis
big man don’t chat abar’ ygs
need big bags if you’re bagging up my weeds
big bags if you’re bagging up my ps
boxes i’m laughing at 9 zs
last week man i done about 5 keys
last week man i got about 9 gs

my life stress so i take vacations
team flies out if the wage ain’t racin’
i flip if the wage ain’t racin’
don’t chat beef if you play playstation
yeah, peace or ride out, make ps when the cheese all dried out
chatting you’re big in the scene
what scene cos the scene all died out?
don’t know me then you need to find out
get your homework done then hide out
as soon as i drive out
bust two shots now your team all dive out
why? cos i’m ’bout tha
spit grime, and i’m ’bout tha
i ride, and i’m ’bout tha
ahhh, i’m ’bout tha
huyton, and it’s shout tha
whole team ain’t shy we scouse lad
whole team ain’t shy we scouse lad
wanna beef with i? i doubt that

i do grime for the p-ss-take
enemies don’t die for your kids sakes
every day i’m rising to risk-take
every day i’m rising to risk-take
trust i’m sick of the scales, sick of the bails
so go buy my mixtape
see me? hate sittin in jail, this no ‘tale
so go buy my mixtape
i’m gettin’ sick of roads, sick of the hoes
so go buy my mixtape
juke-b’s k!llin’ them flows, i’m iller than loads
so go buy my mixtape
i’m gettin’ sick of the trap, sick of the cr-p
so go buy my mixtape
i’m gettin’ sick of the lads, sittin’ with slags
so go buy my mixtape
i’m stressed with a team, invest in the green
so go buy my mixtape
been blessed with a dream, best in the scene
so go buy my mixtape

we pop fifths and we roastin’
we cop bricks and we post ’em
we chop sh-t and we toast ’em
we hot kids but we chose this
we pop fifths and we roastin’
we cop bricks and we post ’em
we cop – ahh, sh-t, yes, we chose this…pow

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