tjp - bozzy t send lyrics
back again send for bozzy t
back again yeah it’s tj p
this little pr-ck wants to be like me
6 feet under send him to the sea
coming in hot but my bars are cold
ring up my phone i’ll put bozzy on hold
i’ll come to your house
i’ll come to your door
i’ll put you and your dad on the floor
i’m on the beat like i’m blazing bone
does bozzy t even live in a home
i’m in my zone
i’m in my zone
i’ll stab up the c-nt when he’s home alone
bozzy t tried to jump on a rave
i came along and put him in a grave
i’ll bomb you an you tranzit van
i’m tj p do you know who i am
stupid c-nt no need to be racist
you got a headset but i’m winning the races
get this sh-t on goole grime media
bozzy t has got chlamydia
think your a badman
where is your knife
i’ll punch you in the throat
when you walk off an cry
i’ll put you in a river
listen to the bars i’m about to deliver
sending for me
i’m sending for you
tj p i’m back for round 2
got the bars in my head yeah i’m never done
bozzy t loves it right up the b-m
came to the game
just for the fun
firing shots like mans got a gun
i’ll put your head straight through a door
talk about my mum talk about yours
ya mums a crackhead
crackhead do a backflip
get in my face an you’ll get a fat lip
me vs you i’m better at grime
right here right now is my time to shine
your down at the bottom
i’m up in the skies
say your better than me stop telling them lies
someone tell me who the f-cks this guy
f-cked up kid with the f-cked up eyes
bozzy t he ain’t no madman
he put 2 fingers right up his nan
i’ll come to your house in a blacked out van
when i’m listening to afghan dan
think your a badman but you ran
this mong grew up in a caravan
tj p i’m back yeah i’m back
someone give this mong a slap
ya dads on fet
ya mums on crack
think your the best but your bars are wack
you sh-gged your mum but he is a slag
and her f-nny looks like a plastic bag
you said that you saw my dads d-ck
your a g-y c-nt watch out for this pr-ck
then you said you chopped that sh-t off
you got f-cked up the -rs- but never got enough
bozzy t
roadman wannabe
can’t freestyle wanna be an mc
this little pr-cks tryna be like me
but he’s never gonna be like tj p
every day i’m still spitting this fire
think your sick your a terrible liar
look none of your words make sense
we got beef it’s not getting intense
i’m spitting bars like mans a rebel
taking this game to another level
looking for views
looking for clout
came into the game i’m sending you out
looking for views
looking for clout
came into the game i’m sending you out
looking for views
looking for clout
came into the game i’m sending you out
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