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marky b - psycho feat. becce j lyrics

[intro: becce j]
you are the reason why i’m psycho, never gonna be the same no more
you are the reason why i’m psycho, never gonna be the same no more
you are the reason why i’m psycho, never gonna be the same no more
you are the reason why i’m psycho, never gonna be the same no more

[verse 1: marky b]
why they chat about ripping in a hypo?
jimmy in a dinger with me that’s my bro
we could take thesе streets in a blindfold
see blue lights, decamp and i lie low
6 figurеs and that’s not a typo
man i keep spending i say what we like bro
i keep drinking my bird goes psycho
calm down love, stop belling my iphone
calm down it’s a minor
your now chillin’ with the driver
stop ringing this lyca
man i’m balling, striker
ballyed up, blacked out i’m a biker
front wheel lifts up when i’m hyper
if it’s beef then i turn to a fighter
git back, charva pass me the mica
check this man it’s me again
the guy you didn’t wanna see again
but you can’t stay away ya gettin’ sweet again
back ringing up for me to beat again
i be going divvy in a dinger i’m a winner, when i’m out i’m on a liquor and it’s damaging my liver, never try kid a kidder i’m a winner in the dinger then i put it on my snap and give it to the highest bidder
nah, this will never be the same
take 2 minutes look at this my way
i was always into this game
but everywhere i go now they know my name
can’t lie i’m addicted to fame
and you do nothing but drive me insane
i got bars and bars so make way
i’m the best barrer that’s into this game
[becce j]
you are the reason why i’m psycho, never gonna be the same no more
you are the reason why i’m psycho, never gonna be the same no more
you are the reason why i’m psycho, never gonna be the same no more
you are the reason why i’m psycho, never gonna be the same no more

[verse 2: marky b]
i’m a business man
you can’t match what i’ve witnessed
an de fraud the system that’s gang
take flights all year, got a christmas tan
my bradford team bally up to ram
and they make big shottys go cl!ck cl!ck bang
i’ve lost count of the cars, i’ve flipped then ran from the big black bonnets
i don’t like em man, your irrelevant
i got cash now ‘cos i’m intelligent
broke the law but left no evidence
can you bring bars like me with relevance?
took chase an terrored em
when i’m driving i’m stuck in my element
bust that chase then back to the residence
roll up buds with the elements
all white kicks in the club
[if you wanna pic make sure you don’t step on em
i got bangers, get on em ‘cos im back]
got grows in flats
bros in pads
hoes on tap
i got flows on rap
got a sick system in my german motor
the speakers have all got bose on that
ballyed up with the bros and that
put it in sports, how i roll and that
too s+i+c+k ask my d+j
every club i shut down is a replay
your not a sick b+st+rd, your a freak mate
i got dirt on you that i keep safe
i been a sick motherf+cker from teenage
mow a gang down, drive off then i beep mate
chat about money and cars and graft and drugs
but everyone knows your a fiend mate

- marky b lyrics

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