kingst – for the streets lyrics
[intro]
lifeless
f+ckin’ h+ll
time i did suttin’ for the streets
too many man been gassin’ up these f+ckin’ nerds man
about time i took a couple man down a peg
st, let’s go
look
[verse]
so let’s get down to the questions (yeah)
how many man got bored? (brilliant, brilliant)
the mandem are callin’ me didier drogba
the way that a man just scored (finish)
four of your guys got k!lled
and it could’ve been more if they weren’t abroad (flyin’)
temmy got touched when robbed in totts
that’s the last time he stepped in north (oi)
ay, brocks and femz won’t never go pen
‘cah the last time their boy got raped (w+lly)
i wish they allowed their phones in pen
‘cah p+rnhub’s needin’ a tape (they need it)
i got my ex ting sayin’ how she wanna get whites
allow it, we should go on a break (f+ckin’ break)
then i left that b+tch and beat her friend
on god, the very next day
so how can them man talk?
he was cryin’ in court when he buried his mate (ah man)
and all of them man just chat so much
they’re literally diggin’ a grave (literally)
someone get k9’s doctor (yeah)
‘cah the brudda’s so overweight (f+ckin’ h+ll)
donny got robbed so much that he rolled off road
he needed a break (fatty)
long hair got me lookin’ like jesus (yeah)
and i still can’t revive s.o. (he’s dead)
my man’s sittin’ in h+ll (yeah)
‘cah the rammy did taken his soul (gone)
and femz is a f+ckin’ nerd (ah man)
i won’t talk about lewisham way (bruv)
and kellz got rushed at gym (oh man)
now how’s he gonna lose some weight? (how?)
s3 got bullied in school
so how’s he gonna talk like a bad boy? (how man?)
he used to cry to man on the phone (yeah)
you greasy f+ckin’ kebab boy (grease bag)
nabil was my f+ckin’ guy
he used to step with man when i go ’round lewi (where?)
but now he’s a f+ckin’ neek
i’m ashamed to say that he knew me (f+ckin ashamed)
and trucks was calm, used to speak to man about trappin’ (yeah man)
and then he got robbed by youngers (what?)
and i was dead when i heard that they wrapped him (f+ckin’ h+ll)
and shakez from east got tmg’d
on god, yeah, the boy’s so silly (p+ssy)
so i might just dig up your mum (what?)
and then make her suck my w+lly (suck it)
and who the f+ck is young darkness? (who?)
ay, on god man don’t smoke with a puff (wasteman)
yo, my man’s a f+ckin’ pedo (yeah)
she was fourteen in a bush (fourteen)
you’re in uni, you’re a big man (what?)
disgusting, make me sick man (yeah)
so your brother can hold some smoke
and i know you won’t miss him (no)
‘cah my bredrin swiped your ex
who’s f+ckin’ lipsed it (f+ckin’ lipsed it)
you’re a ragam+ffin, i been wrappin’ suttin’
sittin’ ot, doin’ alphabet
there’s p’s and q’s with the bat or suttin’
so no one can’t talk for the bars ting
and the road ting, it’s all last (still last)
i was speakin’ with akhs ’bout p+ssin’ on shakes’ mum
what a f+ckin’ laugh (hahaha)
and my ex+girlfriend said she’d suck my d+ck for a benz
on my mothers, it’s mad (no way)
been shottin’ these pills to b+tches
make her walk me home for a gram
make her legs all shake for a band (band)
or prolly a bag (f+ckin’ h+ll)
had to call her mum from her phone
say, “hi there darlin’, your daughter’s a slag” (brrr)
had old tings blockin’ my number (work)
and she ride a man’s d+ck on some benches (she loves)
the way that i’m talkin’, i might die soon
so don’t bury me, that’s expensive (don’t bother)
or maybe i won’t ‘cah they ain’t on p+ss
that’s my perspective (f+ckin’ true)
yo, my man’s head got blammed
tryna work out where his head is (s.o.)
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