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tre mission, jme & shorty - london freestyle lyrics

[intro: tre mission, jme]
okay, okay
central london, tre mission, jme, shorty, boy better know
uhm, yeah, quick freestyle
yeah
we’re gonna gather a crowd in a minute
preditah
oh yeah, sorry + big up preditah obviously
big up my birmingham crew, yeah
listen up
preditah

[verse 1: jme]
capital j, little m, little e
back in the day i was little g
mash up the rave, make a little p
out of the blue like little dee
jump on the stage in my little t
the boy better know one with the little c
big 5 series, not a little 3
swag, swag, like little b
capital j, little m, little e
back in the day i was little g
mash up the rave, make a little p
out of the blue like little dee
jump on the stage in my little t
the boy better know one with the little c
big 5 series, not a little 3
swag, swag, like little b
p+ssed? go to the men’s
see two cats, shot two tens
i mean shotting tens in my 1.2
can’t test me and my on point crew
if you want food come to me
big top shotter jme
that’s my old lyric from back in the day, same flow, same styley
heard my bars on the roll deep show
so much better like [?]
you’re a jackass just like steve+o
wanna know about me? here we go
i would ask you to pay attention but you ain’t got no p though
i’m going to damage your ego
on a rundown bmx like deebo
run up in your house, punch in the face
bust your head at pro evo
shorty wants to play me so
yo blud, send the control
pass the parcel like dizzee rascal
round, round, round we go
[verse 2: tre mission]
they think i’m from america
one word, six letters, that’s canada
watch me, [?]
look n+gga go away with the camera
got a thing for words in the way with the [?]
f+ck it, vice+a versa i play with the stamina
might converse with the king with the wordplay
you a b+tch in the game what the birds say
difference is, no bread, you don’t ever eat
celibate, i can prolly own every beat
n+gga i’m a shark in the city, i be h+lla deep
all i gotta is okay and you can tell it’s me
three signs you can tell a freak
what’s happening up there, you can tell a tweet
she can knock out, prolly why i fell asleep
no energy, there’s no telling me
anything about hard, that’s h0m+
and when i’m going in the box, that’s dolo
plug it in, charge, switch batteries + no no
see me when i come through solo
homeboy’s broke, wanna bum two polo
n+ggas bounce when we come through, pogo
and she might not know what i’m about
’cause she gotta know me when i come through, logo
too loco, too greazy
you bring to the block and you know who g’zy
linking, what are you thinking?
facebook creeper, what are you drinking?
you know how i move, why the f+ck you keep blinking?
never bow, i’m not j+panese
i don’t know this n+gga, i’m not ebonese
if it ain’t physical, i’m not having peace
[verse 3: shorty]
five foot five, everyting’s live
i don’t wanna go jail so i don’t hype
i just wanna be the best so i write
big boy bars the people dem like
a couple man are hating but it’s alright
you can be black, you can be white
trust me, you’re gonna catch this vibe that i’m on
when i say “bbk”, sing along
“we need some more girls in here”, sing along
when you hear fris say “what is he on?”
bouncers, bar staff, they sing along
boy better know, ceo
shut ya mouth, they sing along
everybody knows that the team is strong
boy better know all day long
they don’t wanna give me a chance
it’s cool i do my ting inna dance
when i say “yeah that’s bbk”
they know that’s shorty rinsing a bar
i’m not in the hood shooting a star
but i know man that are though
bun out your whole face like charcoal
then off a next shot like marco van basten
rudeboy get ready for action
might see me with the microphone champion
boy better know, who can match them?
furthermore, who can catch them?
you need more than a car fam
[?]
swing from tree to tree just like tarzan

[verse 4: jme]
badboy tune, sick lyrics
words and verbs, don’t smoke herbs
outside parked up next to the curb
i’ve got a matte black suped up turbs
four litre tank, private plate
race and win
wheels and rims
i used to cotch in and [?]
now i jam in a recliner ting
yeah, badboy whip
soon i’m gonna have a badboy yard
spit deep in lyrics in my badboy lip
and i get all my p from grime, hard
what? say suttin, say suttin
i big up my chest, say i’m the best
man’s been doing this ting from way back when i used to wear two+string vests

[verse 5: tre mission]
soaking it up like really though
am i chosen or what? i really go
in when it comes to the beat
when it comes to the weed
i broken it up, i’m breaking it down
who’s toking it up? making a sound?
i’ll choke him and cut two holes in his sl+t
new [?] in the cup, who’s taking the pic? who’s holding it up?
he want id, how old is enough?
i’ve got three so what do the feds say?
homeboy hate ’cause a n+gga do grime
and he never do sh+t so what to a esse
see through you, f+ck doing x+rays
know this n+gga don’t want it with tre
i know this n+gga don’t want it with me
if it fits in the coat then i brought it with me

[outro: jme, shorty]
trust me, tre mission, jme, shorty
yeah, representing
oi big up, wait, big up everyone that’s around right now as well, we gathered a crowd
don’t be shy, yeah big up, you heard about tre mission already yeah?
yeah yeah, man’s heard, man’s heard, man’s seen all the tings
from canada, you know what i’m saying?
we should spit more bars but we ain’t got time
spray more bars but we ain’t got time
we gotta go logan’s show right now still
what’s the time?
quarter+to man
we’ve got fifteen minutes to bop up the road, you know what i’m saying?
we’re gonna end it like this +

well well well
serious
you’ll get a punch in the nose like blam
you’ll get a big nosebleed like blam
drag your face ‘cross the curb like blam
now fling you in the road like blam
you’ll get a elbow drop like…blam
you’ll get a elbow drop like well well well

- tre mission jme shorty lyrics

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