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tea towel gang - poor 2011 lyrics

[intro]

it’s the wasteman remix
true religion jeans.. its peak
astro’s to the rave, total 90’s
cracked lips, i got no carmex
so i roll with my dry lips…
dora the explorer!

[verse 1: vuju banton]

poor! point to my ralphy!
poor! fake lv!
poor!fake trueys!
poor! allow me 50p!
i rave with no p
sweat like sh-t, yes the b.o is me
spray me, spray me!
no nando’s, just sam’s
i have no car i lied
tfl? b.m.f.: big metroline fiend
use my sisters under 15
when my oyster has no p
i go hard.. on my world of warcraft cd
grab any girl and dagger dagger dagger dagger!
fat one? skinny one? dagger, dagger, dagger, dagger…
dagger a lamp post! dagger.. my dad!
10 man to a moet, like it’s a bottle of lucozade
go cinema with the mandem when i get paid …i never get laid!

[verse 2: shanka minaj]

poor!
i’m repping poundland! everyday of the month, star!!
large up sports direct fam, they may as well be my sponsor
my wallets in a and e, d to the vizzle, please give me 6p
no minor joke, ‘sa new kinda broke, only ever see paper on the toilet seat

but, its not whining and dining, hit sam’s when i’m valentines-ing
watch you in the shubs when your whining
beat the store clerk if my card starts declining
spit greeze on facebook chat
saying i’mma duppy with my forehead
wanna make quick p? just add me still!
my name’s tellytubby fi dead!

can’t move to girls, skins too dry
wait for the rains just to moisturise
so i beat them up and call them ugly
but i just want them to love me!
less g’s then my gcse grades
easily waved off tesco cherryade
approached in the street by african aid
when i smile, looks like i ate a grenade!

[verse 3: rusty foot]

poor!
gucci snot, repping la senza
wembley market? i’m a gold card member
i like piff lighties, i leave skidmarks on my panties
rub my chest with chappatis
don’t get invited to parties!
solar panel forehead
i’m not b-tters, i’m marmalade
nice shape up, mine failed
that’s why it looks like a minefield
i draw chicks from a yellow pages
i’m romantic like trey
and when you sleep, i’ll breathe on your face!

[outro]
(spoken)

say nuttum, cuzzy
oi, shadrack and the mandem, yeah
watch out, bruv, we’re coming for you bruv, say nuttum
oi chipmunk, yeah
i’m gonna dougie on your forehead fam, yeah?
don’t watch that!
fam, yeah, what!

hey, bruv, you see your mum yeah
your mum sold me a fake g-shock fam
you get me?
imagine, i throw bananas at your front door
i’m gonna do a dougie on your lip, bruv
say nuttum bruv. i’m moisting you

hey, man. i swear when your mum smiles..
it looks like, friggin’.. gucci mane bending over naked
some disgusting goblin
i swear. your mum looks like iron man cuz. (iron man!)
she can’t even fly, shes just got rusty skin fam. (she can’t fly!)
oi, cuz, i swear
on your birthday, your family’s so poor
they just gave you a smile. (smile!)
oi, just imagine that
its peak. its peak
high top sandal goblins!

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