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mez (uk) - king of grime lyrics

yea yea
yo
tyrone
one, one (ya b#tch)
corn corn, bow bow
soldiers

so it’s the nottingham man that you wanna be the dan on
must have been the valentines thing that he sat on (one)

think your your bad because you got pr, put i in the pr
you’ll get r.i.p and shat on

you got a do#rag hat on, ’cause you wanna be what i’m on
m.i.c told ya, suck ya mum

didn’t say a thing that a little school boy just kept mans hat on

remember when you thought pk was gonna bang on
you, sh#tting on the bed you lie down on

’cause you were catting for the midland [bang on?] (tyrone!)
’cause your were catting for the nottingham man on

every new style that he’s got is bang on
and i don’t give to sh#ts, what tracks dizzee rascal spat on!

fix up, look sharp, let me get my gat on
redskin p#ssy with a face like salmon
think that you’re bad ’cause you’re smoking with him
but you should have [found go through style?], put that on
mashing up your chest, like i put sagat on
with your little [novelist?] [?] swag on

my friend has got a line in country
and he told me that he want’s to put your dad on! (turn it off)

silly little boy, can’t even put a [?] on
got a new song, i can say ‘suck ya mum’ on
but if i say it on this, t#shirt might get blood on (one, one)
i wanna know who side this p#ssy ol gonna put a gun on
not mine, glock nine [?] that i flung on
luck thaty i never did put [glung glung?] on! (yo)

yea, i put a hitmans [?] i got an mc man said we should have run on
murder, she said. that i’ve put a son on
skinny little arms, can’t ever put a glove on

yea, i put a hitmans [?] i got an mc man said we should have run on
murder, she said. that i’ve put a son on
can’t ever put a glove on

when i chat about, d double check this one
i’ve got birds in the sky
but your mums ain’t one
if i see your mums on the road, get ooaah ooaahhh!
badabuh buh buh
think you’re a big boy ’cause you did [?]
pushing this will turn your skin tone black
if it’s [?] just like gats, matte black, head back, get clapped, one!

chat about d double check this one
i see your mum, she’s dirtee#tee
think about it, man
you don’t wanna hold a couple shots from
you’ll get smoked in the ends, when you’re long from home
i’m t specialist saying one, one!

um, i just wan’t to say
this is a murder happening
‘murder, she wrote’

[?] mezical you take it too far
[?] you must have been a f#cking joker
one, one, one

little d ain’t giving you a bar
funky d ain’t giving you a bar
p money ain’t giving your a bar
but we get verses like yea! yea!
and ooaah ooaahhh!

heard man are chatting about 100k
yet you still look like a ragam#ffin anyway
burst our mics, physically anyway
if i aim at your head from a head#top angle
you will get bang, bang. anyway
let me chat about a hundred, hundred
let me chat about a hundred, hundred
let me chat about a 100k
if you think you can pay, your way
to the top. must be smoking yay
you could never [?] with trade songs can [yay?]
you will still catting bars from my way

can’t remix anything you say
’cause if i say anything that you say
ill be saying songs been from my way
’cause my friend did tell me that, the other day

open the door, flash grenade!

- mez uk lyrics

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