marky b - estate life lyrics
take me away
pulling up in a seat ibiza
looking for kent i’m here to beat ya
jd in the driver’s seat
going sick on the bend i’m sick on the beat
and the birds out wanna play me on repeat
come suck my d+ck and then i’ll retreat
you said that you love me and met me once
i went straight for dessert
so i skipped the lunch
spin a quick verse i’m a lyric machine
know me and the team are running the streets
and when i drop bars go sick on the bеat
go sick on the rhythm i’m bringing the heat
i know that i flow thе best
i got random birds that’ll show their br++sts
and then when i go sick there’ll be no contest
no fortnite ting but i open the chest
rip up the mic and i’m back again
and i’m on the back wheel of a ktm
me and the boys were going grafting
and were all blacked out creeping through your ken
i seen a key for a rs3 me and the boys we scranned it easy
put my foot to the floor we were gone
not coming back
tread the roads like a f1 track
with the west roy boys and we’ll do it like
check that get back
ripping on the mic and i’m sounding fat check that “check that”
bd18 to the bd10 if i see a nice car imma pree that ken
i’m chilling on sandorm drive
oh wait i’m chilling on west roy drive
out tonight and we’re raiding kens
and were taking cars like mercedes+benz
and i’m going sideways at five lennes
and i’m hitting 80 round every bend
high powered kissing my +rs+ end
put my belt on and i try to blend
and then the blues come on and i begin to send
this police chase yeah it’s about to end
and i swerve a car then i swerve a bus and then
i take the corner like garna mush
check d’s on the mic and my bars are flush
check d’s on the mic and my bars are flush
i’m a kick back they got a spliff rapped up if they send shot imma hit back
cos i never risk that and now i’ve gotta move to choose
do it by some ears or an ounce of blues
either way jump in the whip blast tunes mc
then cruise cause that’s how we do
it’s the bradford crew
i don’t fight that much so i f+ck that sh+t
but if you send jabs i will duck that sh+t
me and pure bangers and i cook that sh+t
any come for the scr+p got bannged or sh+t
speedos gone past the last number
but you’re wanting beef i’ve come to confront you
you might catch me on a pcx
i’ve been writing bars ima heat the decks
and then i wanna go sick on the beat and repeat
and i’m down for the beef
when i fight on the street
you know me and the 4 pitch gang
linking a west roy gang
make that bang
“make that bang”
on a house 5 i’m back on the track
got 2 bad b’s their sat in the back
come to my gaff i’m attacking her back
i’m attacking and racking and building a stack
i drive cars but i don’t have a license
if i see blue then i run from sirens
when i drop bars i’m the best you know
because i still make rhymes when the beat is silent
that’s me i begin to blend if a man pipes up i begin to send
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