N-Dubz - Suck Yourself - Tekst piosenki, lyrics - teksciki.pl

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[Intro: Dappy] I'm liking this one Ya' Are you listening? Duku yourself Na Na Naiiiii [Verse 1: Dappy] Yo I remember when we used to shop crack in pairs I had to clamp my spot under those Sainsbury's stairs Living on our pedal bikes, we didn't fucking care We'd always roll up on the buses, without paying the fares If your splashing 8 bills in a [?] And you ain't coming back with more than two bags Motherfucker that means, you ain't got a hustlin' head (No) So that means you'd probably do anything for a cheque (Pussy) Who knows, talk to the feds about the rest You can hush that beat Cause there's never been snitches in my nest Up to this day I still get stop and searched And I still give the wrong name and address yes Back then I'd be out the house by ten And if I where to come back, my mum would never know when Instead of doin' somethin' good with my life I was out feelin' untouchable, tryna' rock grown men I dunno how he's done it but my lawyer is a G for keepin' me outta pen If it weren't for him and my paps, I'd be lookin' at a 10 We all used to shot food but it was more about who was the gulliest in the ends Shout out to Tinchy, I was smaller than my guns Somethings we wouldn't do and that was shot a man's mum But I would jam up at the crack house, all night long Seeing man O'ding on the needle and the needle and the bone One mornin' use to come and smell mingin' The weather was always fucked, my line never stopped ringin' Cubba, white, brown pills, you can name me anything There weren't nothin' we weren't slingin' Look at me now I'm singin' And my little son's grinnin' Mum's gotta skits out, when she sees her new yard 'n kitchen The C needs coachin' Put your album out same day as us and we'll see who's roastin' [Hook: Dappy] Suck yourself You don't kill I can tell the way you talk about these fuckin' straps, that you ain't never had one still so Recognise real You know the deal If ya on this ting and you ain't talkin' shit I'ma see ya when you make a mill When you make a mill [Verse 2: Chip] When ya make a mill, I'ma see ya Respected by G's cos' I never tried to be one But I've been around Dappy and money makers It's football and music, we'll let the streets take us Uh, I never lie in my bars Artist blow and make up a part They start liein' to the listeners, I tell em be ya'self, the real G's ain't listenin' But nowadays everybody's bad, everybody's gotta strap and everybody bangs And I don't give a shit if ya grinded If ya clothes look shit, you're a tramp I'm sick and tired of these YouTube G's Gettin' pissed of because ya girl YouTubes me I swear down these niggas make me sick (Na na nai) Throw up a C Please, Mr. Munk's all good Ya think my hair [?] cut the way I'm good in my hood I pass through like sho' they show love It's an event whenever I shows up The money it goes up, day by day [?], pricks should never say my name I came, from a place where it's all or nothing So I'ma take war and lead the boys on Lead the boys on yeah, fightin' over shit Number 2 album, nigga I'm the shit Ayo D.A, look now were winnin' We use to be in the flats chillin' Look at me now spittin' Teeth still grinnin' Pass through my hood Big gully A R keep swingin' Paid so I'm boastin' I can burn bread On 1 4 corner ways [Hook w/changes] [Verse 3: Fazer] Yo I was never ballin' My trainers all had smiles on their faces they were talkin' Always dressin' bummy in some oversized tracksuit Runnin' round the streets where the gully is the black dudes Robbin Niggas bare faced I knew it wasn't fair mate We'd lick a couple lappys And we'd meet up at the staircase Uncle B was the realest thing that I believed in Didn't think 4 years down the line, I'd still be breathin' And I ain't leavin, so [Hook w/changes]
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