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young ls – backroad lyrics

[intro]
(legendary made this one)

[chorus]
i’m on a backroad lurkin’
servin’, then i’m earnin’
clock a jack from a distance, if i see him, then i’m burnin’
got me polly from morocco, double up, got it workin’
i’ve got foreign in me blood, the whip speaks german
he’s got a mask, black leathers, two slugs, long stick, no drum
one bullet to ye wig, straight kip, job done
man down like sh+t, now the chopper’s in the air
that’s another brother nicked
can’t take it, bro, i’m p+ssed

[verse 1]
and it’s logic ’cause i tell them f+ck fl!cks
use fists, f+ck sticks, cop cribs
but they love it like a b+tch
heard he spent a bit money on his wrist
but he lives a f+ckin’ lie ’cause his mum’s livin’ skint
if i spin a box of that
i make a bevvy, make a drink
bend her over on the sink
i’m a cheeky little sh+t, repetition, i’m a pr+ck
yeah, i come from darks days
so the industry could never make me change me f+ckin’ ways
i put a bally on me face
nah, i’ve never caught a case
he said he’s on the f+ckin’ field, but i seen him on the bench
and i’m comin’ from a place where the skinnys take your head
send ya west, leave ya messed
now they tell me i’m the best
two lanes like a vest
i just say it how it is
repetition took the p+ss
come and take a shot at me, l can guarantee you miss
f+ck ya wish
f+ck ya b+tch
f+ck ya snitch
late night, take a risk in the car, took a trip
[chorus]
i’m on a backroad lurkin’
servin’, then i’m earnin’
clock a jack from a distance, if i see him, then i’m burnin’
got me polly from morocco, double up, got it workin’
i’ve got foreign in me blood, the whip speaks german
he’s got a mask, black leathers, two slugs, long stick, no drum
one bullet to ye wig, straight kip, job done
man down like sh+t, now the chopper’s in the air
that’s another brother nicked
can’t take it, bro, i’m p+ssed

[verse 2]
let me teach ya scouse slang real quick
first off, it’s a back or a bullet
if she’s got, then a hit
if he’s hit him in his head, then he’s hit him in his wig
and speakin’ of wigs, that’s the charlie and the pips
we don’t call it a glide like we call it a mish
and a mission in the whip can mean a couple of things
he’s either takin’ a trip or he’s seein’ a b+tch
could be rollin’ to a l!ck or he’s rollin’ with bits
if he’s takin’ a rag, it’s a sticky little sitch
and a rag means a stop
if the drug ain’t plugged, then it’s chillin’ on his b+lls
but it’s safer to slug ’cause they plod ’round here like they don’t give a f+ck
’cause they’ll grab ya, hit ya, mufty ya up
so the weed’s gettin’ stashed, no buds gettin’ took
why i’m smoking on paddy, packs certiest buds
used to love a ‘dam haze, but now it’s nothin’ but kush
[chorus]
i’m on a backroad lurkin’
servin’, then i’m earnin’
clock a jack from a distance, if i see him, then i’m burnin’
got me polly from morocco, double up, got it workin’
i’ve got foreign in me blood, the whip speaks german
he’s got a mask, black leathers, two slugs, long stick, no drum
one bullet to ye wig, straight kip, job done (legendary made this one)
man down like sh+t, now the chopper’s in the air
that’s another brother nicked
can’t take it, bro, i’m p+ssed

- young ls lyrics

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