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moderate vibes - oranjelaan riddim lyrics

[intro]
sighs
1:30
spark the bifda
leiden, netherlands
then i heard that this man jc, aka jeremy clarkson, aka move to that girl with son
is tryna’ clash me

i’m done with your sh+t
swear down you’re tapped jc
best believe i got smoke for your ‘ed
let’s get it
boww

[verse]
who’s on the riddim and who’s on the jam
who’s on the riddim and who’s on the jam
who’s on the riddim and who’s on the jam, hold tight all the man from south clapham
i said, who’s on the riddim and who’s on the jam
who’s on the riddim and who’s on the jam
who’s on the riddim and who’s on the jam, hold tight all the man from balham let’s go

this a diss one
you might miss some
you might miss your
missus
she been givin’ bare kissеs to others
down on man like steph, hе got uckers
and you’re peaked out
got the beat down
who’s on the m+m+m+mic ? i’m like instant
who’s on the m+m+m+mic ? i’m like instant
shouts out the man from west norwood
linking rose girl too, he got more wood
than you fam
that’s peak fam
that’s a bigger joke than your s+x fam
we’ve had a bigger laugh while you wept fam
no disrespect but i mean some
no disrespect but i mean some, i mean some

and it’s sad to think that about you
no joke but your girl is tapped too
tryna’ get her on the phone+line
that relationship last as long as your hairline

you talk about classics is classic, rah
least i’m not cucked by a savage, rah
least my girl doesn’t think i’m average, standard
so standard
i’ve landed
at your mum’s house
shouting bare loud so she can hear me
all those lines you ran to say about me
to say about me, like whuu
dead man on the block
last things last all your punchlines are washed
and i got your mums on lock
she don’t dare chat back just moans, don’t stop
april, is the month that i’m born
may, treat you with scorn
june, you’re just bad
july, sit back relax
august, up and out to go queff
oh wait a minute, gotta go text that to steph
rah, you just sit there looking bare dead
only thing you can think is ‘f+ck steph’

jc
you’re not jesus
more like clarkson
how’d you move to that girl with son
and for those actions, there’s no pardon
yo

it’s a footlong, a nine incher
move to your girl and undress her then pinch her
on the bumba
do ya mumma
and your mumma
i do them both like ranatunga
you think its funny but it’s not a joke (huh)
you’re washed
you’re tapped
beggin for it fam with a gat in ya mouf
can’t imagine what it’d be like to be the third house mate
sat on your ones like billy+no+mates
tryna’ get a girl to stay the night late
turns out she doesn’t wanna get laid by you
no, not you, never, not you
[outro]
swear i got more as well man

graduated, graduated
i’m a master of arts but right now i’m the master of ceremonies
and a master of your girl’s ass
swear down

ugh
i can hear the loud right now fam
and i can hear the church bells at your grave

bang, ya dead

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