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uprcls - steve backshall 2 lyrics

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two black c’s on the baggage
plus the new shoes got quotes on the aglets mm
no jake paul im a savage
when i make calls better know i make cabbage mm
all other rappers go take a seat
close down garage band control alt delete
when i see my stussy
its pricy it should be
so i be a p-ssy you are what you eat
hang on while i dial your significant other
she leaves you on blue ticks she leaves me a rubber
i smile as she bangs on the door cuz i dropped her
cuz she gave me herpes i might need a doctor
you know that i’m fronting for soundcloud
all of my clothes are from ali and taobao
that doesn’t stop me from flexing
and dropping the best thing to blow up i’m betting you now, now
why the f-ck are you texting now its two am saying oh what’s up
fyi i’m fine are you expecting me to open up
i’ll block and report you don’t try me i’m petty
you look like an escort of fifty named debbie
don’t tell me your cl-ssy you get bored
then ket snort your way to a bench where you p-ss out you yeti
first i wake up then i’m brushing my teeth then i’m stealing your girl like she’s maddie mccann
you see these diamonds and how they be shining they looking kawaii
they straight from j-pan
yes i’m the man yeah you know this
yes i make bands while i go p-ss
yeah i make more bread than hovis
and she notice
make her ask who’s that
new girl tight but she got a loose sn-tch
yes her blue eyes and her blue shoes match
you don’t know why i make opps lose cash
if you want shoes then i’ll then i think i’ll cop them
shoes got spurs like they’re straight from tottenham
whoever raps next i know i’ll top them
after i nut straight out like compton
straight out
give her meat no steak house
made out
with the blunt then fade out
bake out
youre the type to snake out
way out
we just ate some take out
flows dying its so sickly
not trying wrote this so quickly
i got diamonds all on my watch face and they come dancing like strictly
so go tell the town that i’m silly
no bobby brown i make millies
when your thots around she wants philly
i’ll say no if i’m thinking clearly mm
b-tch call me silly, still on a yacht tho
i got my w-lly inside of a thot tho
fly to sicily ill parry the shot tho
i’m looking chilly and you need a wash
i’m clarence, i went eton
i make my fans pay when i’ve eaten
im in the big apple like eden
your girl’s on the way to this meeting
there’s no reason
i just thought
check these sneakers
i just bought
didn’t need them
i just thought
might as well cuz i’ve just toured
b-tch i can’t talk i’m on a cruz no ted
see me on the news keep tools no shed
i get fair dues while you make no bread
yes i get on a tune and my eyes go red
yes i get a on a tune and i just spit facts
think ill be the judge with a mask no dredd
go to your girl’s house then i’ll extract
yes ill leave fast if she gives no head
try to attack me but your track’s peak and your whole team’s looking real lame tho
when i hit back with a diss track you that’s peak cuz i spit more fire then a flame throw
me and your yat meet then i tap sweet like asznee she’s a side not a main tho
you k hole while i make dough then you ask me how our situation’s not same tho
check the amounts
pounds they are smelly
p-ss on your plaques
call me r kelly
spit on these tracks
just make you jelly
my basic face that is inside your telly
even my pennies are goulding like ellie
this isn’t a dream so you can’t call me nelly
on my way up cuz i’m playful as f-ck and my bars are more raw than the meats at a deli



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