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marky b - time 2 shine lyrics

(this is matt fitzy)

(yo, marky b
big up matt fitzy on the beat
what’s that track in the party g?
big up to all the thorpe edge crew
bfd, 01274 you know how we do
shout out to all the boys on the estate
on all the estates, know how we do
git back my mush)
i did 167 on rooley, on a sick thousand suzuki
go and ask julie, already knew me
hopped off the bike and into the subi
on a sick suzuki blue gsxr
750 to smoke the police car
how i dust five+o on the bike, i’m a star
keep talking sh+t, you’ve never been on par
okay it’s marky b
i’m on a sick 2 stroke, that’s party g
shout [?] in that [?]
said he’s holding it down for the boys on charges
(char, char) charges, barrelling farmys
bradford army, naturally barmy
pull up on a chopper, it’s a wirеd up harley
on to the farmy, pull up and start it
who do you know like marky? no onе
ballied up in the shogun, run from no one
big ram bar for commotion, jump in a golf bluemotion
else that’ll smoke ’em, frozen, then i come sliding
i’m a riding, i don’t want a wifey
i love two+timing, i’m always rhyming
watch me go sick on the mic

what’s that track in the party g?
oh yeah that’s marky b
them cars i speed, i park the beem
i can’t be seen by feds, that means
i can’t be seen by police in a whip
these feds i resist, but that’s how i live
i live life and i pull a few chicks
and i’ve done a few nicks in my slider kicks
(it’s time to shine, give ’em what you got baby
time to show them all you are
it’s time to shine, gotta give ’em what you got
gotta to show them all you’re mine)

(you man are dumb, tell you something
ain’t no man that can say that i run
never been a big fella, big mouth, slim sh+ller
talking sh+t, i’mma laugh at the c+nt
you man are dumb, tell you something
ain’t no man that can say that i run
never been a big fella, big mouth, slim sh+ller
talking sh+t, i’mma laugh at the c+nt)

i will proceed to drive the bora
you man pull kids in corsas
i wanna war yous, warn yous
marky b, he said he’s back with a caution
f+ck it, i can’t stand pigs or divs or grown up kids
that wanna talk sh+t, better know i go sick
i’m verbally savage, i’m driving erratic
i’ve got that flake that’ll leave you damaged
can’t tell me how to lead my life
talk sh+t, you’re a ding, you can’t jump on a mic
try tell me i can’t ride a bike
i will pink slip you, bring a dinger
just won a new bike
now i’m on a hype on the mic, alright
when i drop sick bars on a f+cking race line
they can’t stand the geezer
keep hating, i keep smoking reefa
marky b, you’ve never been the best
do i give 2 f+cks? get p+ssed and my head goes west
take that chase on a crf
smoke drugs squads, keep giving ’em death
these other mcs wanna be like me
send indirects but won’t put me to the test
’cause marky’s a threat, violate mcs that are fully grown men
(time to shine, give ’em what you got baby
time to shine, give ’em what you got baby)

- marky b lyrics

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