wheelmartello - iksol lyrics
fetching ps counting mills
lurkin around ain’t no drill
riding your mum with no wheels
k!lling your mates ain’t no sk!ll
innis boy is a pr-ck
his sh-t songs make me sick
isnt hard ain’t no trick
dont blow my mind
you stupid b-tch learn wat to catch
therefore you may find your match
my bars are peak while your bars are weak
call your mummy no ones gonna care
just start making quality sh-t
or we scr-p but dont be unprepared
also keep my name of your diss
then ill shot you n won’t miss
at least im lovin the way u step
just £90 on a italain creps
wait wait wait you know heres the money
go home n order so nice shoes instead
when you try n shoot me dam
your aim is so ded
im gonna turn the gun round
no ones gonna know your not around
french fries and italian cheese
dont eat that
your gonna die from bein obese
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