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marky b - mansion creepers lyrics

[intro]
shout all the boys on this track
yo!
shout dyllie and archie, manney and akkie, all the boys inside
big shout to the thorpe edge crew, the swain house crew, the west royd crew
big shout the bradford boys inside
check this!

[verse 1]
sicka afters, part+time grafters
chat about chorey whips and smoke mamba
drive faster in a sick mazda
take the handbrake, i’m a driving master
b+man’s in a new 19+plate
you never seen a driver like me, mate
big speakers and revеrse bleepers
thesе man are the mansion creepers
blue lights behind, we just leave ’em
drop it to first like they never seen us
new shape on a stolen plate
we’re mooching all day and we’re out ’til late
i don’t give a f+ck about chases lately
dropping the clutch for corners, i’ll take it
try it out mate, i’ve already made it
too many fines and i never once paid it
taking a trip up the yeadon banks
to watch aeroplanes take off in the distance
blue lights try chase they’re persistent
i make a move, that’s the mission
6 pm and we’re already drinking
rang phil white and said ‘what you thinking?’
he said: ‘marky b, what you drinking?’
bottle of cîroc, no pop, no mixin’
i want chicks that are down for the lip+sing
go down south and watch how they drink it
i make tunes with lyrics that bang
come from a criminal to the f+cking man
i said ‘practice perfect’, handbrake heard it
driving erratic, i just curbed it
bd10, that’s where we reside
known for the fights and a life of crime
[verse 2]
i see blue lights and they’re chasing us
i said: ‘bust a red and make it dangerous’
i want to circle bradford’s radius
in the vrs octavia
i make movements, making the best of tunes
i walk into the club in the best of shoes
pass me the mic, i make the club loose
dance in your nikes, see your jimmy choos
i’m like: blue lights and they’re chasing us
i said: ‘bust a red and make it dangerous’
i want to circle bradford’s radius
in the vrs octavia
i make movements, making the best of tunes
i walk into the club in the best of shoes
pass me the mic, i make the club loose
dance in your nikes, see your jimmy choos
i’m like: pulled up on the best of supers
got man on the back that are playing with shooters
bank jobs in red mini coopers
dustin’ pigs with the best of maneuvers
you thought i would end up in hmp?
f+ck that, i’ll be chilling in hmd
with a few blondies sat on the back seat
and i want a bad chick to scream ‘marky b!’

- marky b lyrics

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