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marky b - 4x4's & farmys lyrics

(singing)

’cause we’re ragging these 4×4’s and farmys
chilling with the whites and chilling with the stanis
j to the s that’ll liven the parties
walk in the club with a big bag of charlie
there’s only one thing that i’m gonna chase
probably a note showing the queen’s face
you know how we do it’s black to red
i sent the flour everywhere on a stolen ped
and if the feds come knocking, here’s what i’ll tell ’em
take this one, i’ll have another by 11
‘causе it’s jamesy boy and i rag ’em and i sell ‘еm
said i’m not your average guy, yeah i was born a felon
’cause i’m a sick b+st+rd, no one’s stopping me
i take it all like i’m part of the lottery
and if you don’t know, i do it properly
stop saying dead mcs are topping me
four wheel drive and i’m in a subaru
uk weed is what i do move
out lamping, i’m out with a .22
i’m back to the sickness that i do do
quarters, 3/5s, 20s and 10s
bradford that’s the life that we do
sort of live life taking them bends
drop to the beat to make your feet move
took off the latch, then i climbed in
full scale set of bud’s what i’m finding
cultivation of crops i’m in
this the bradford lifestyle, putting time in
lights in the box, the filter pipe in but
that’s enough and back to my thing
when i’m rhyming, when i’m hyping
what i’m liking, this power sliding

(singing)

these days i’m silly with it
music’s mad, made a k!lling with it
bare snakes in the grass keep doing your sh+t
i get the last laugh ’cause i’ve nowt to lose
couldn’t live a day in my shoes
mummy bought you all your change you fool
i was not a dumb kidda ’cause i got all my as in school
but i took a hard route, climbed to the top, boom
when i aim our kid i start reeling it back
i just wanna put my team on the map
red beam on the mac, start freezing and that
bagging up stardawg, just scheming and that
quick drift when i’m leaving and that
front wheel drive, got a fiend in the back
so i’d better make sure they don’t leave with the cash
i’ve come a long way from creeping and that
so call me your b, call me your bro
i’m a sick motherf+cker with a different flow
it’s all railing out, it’s my time to blow
because everywhere i go, i come on the show
i was touching mics in 2019
but what do you know, i’m back on the scene
what do you know about hearing the best?
’cause it’s m to the b and j to the s

(singing)

- marky b lyrics

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