scalladosis & lil kori – bri’ish trappin lyrics
[chorus: scalladosis]
riding around the streets in the bentley
have some more tea, your cup is empty
shankers on the streets of london are plenty
i pull out the tommy gun, not no semi
british trappin’, yes i’m with the lads
i shout “bl++dy h+ll”, but i don’t need pads
pardon me, did sh+t get bad?
ever since charles was king, i’ve been+ king, i’ve been
[interlude: scalladosis]
oi, bruv
i was looking for a dentist for my f+cking t++th
then a foolish scallywag walked up to me
he pulled a knife and tried to run my pockets (cxsar)
so i said “this is a bit odd, innit?”
then i went all 1776 on his sorry behind
great britain
[chorus: scalladosis]
riding around the streets in the bentley
have some more tea, your cup is empty
shankers on the streets of london are plenty
i pull out the tommy gun, not no semi
british trappin’, yes i’m with the lads
i shout “bl++dy h+ll”, but i don’t need pads
pardon me, did sh+t get bad?
ever since charles was king, i’ve been ma
[verse 1: scalladosis]
i be on the dock and i’m eating a crumpet
thy opps pocket, i’m finna dump it
little lass blowin’ my d+ck like a trumpet
test out my musket, i’m gonna pump it
bought some fish and chips from the store
i sh+gged your mother, she is a wh0re
oliver twist, how she askin’ for more
whip out my sword, let’s settle the score
hold up, what ends you from, g?
make it out the colonies, yeah, we are free
i always got the mandem with me
then i go in the sprinter, like central cee
make sure the opps are kept in the dock
i have your b+tch and she ridin’ my c+ck
pull out the flintlock when we’re on the block
so great heavens, be careful where you walk
[verse 2: lil kori]
uk trappin i stay rapping
the opps really are good at nothin but capping
revolver on me im ready for action
i shank these scallywags with a passion
molest whole opp block kids like headie one
he was caught lackin but i was the ready one
i flashed the banger he put on a steady run
i will make sure that your death is heavy one
unknown p im ridin round in a rover
if i see opps you know that its over
the shank hit his ass now he not gettin older
like doors im giving his family closure
im out in london on tour like lil darkie
eat out your maiden just like she was smarties
we go to the pub we ain’t goin to parties
the opps be pleadin and saying there sorry
im smoking on opps please pardon
hoes on me like im in a garden
i carry my musket and leave the opps shartin
my revolvers name jones ain’t no martin
im getting this green like luigi
and your fair maiden wants my peenie
the opps thinkin i am a big fat meenie
i pass to my brethen wuhuwiji, b+tch
[verse 3: wuhuwiji]
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