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Chillinit - UK Presents

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Yeah, yeah, yeah, big up UK Presents

Australia to the fucking UK, stand up

Aye, Aye

Meet me in a backstreet boy

Nah, don’t sing, don’t dance, but the boys got bands like backstreet boy

I don’t got time for the backseat noise

I was shotgun riding with Izzy on repeat

From the city where the weed be

So damn strong got the walls start looking all 3D

I just smoked on a freebie

To count the money when the jacks try see me

I just want peace g

In a penthouse laid low, laid back trynna feel that sea breeze

I got the seaweed

Fuck you know bout the G steeze, none

Blow you a kiss like chasey

Bad little bitch, Malibu like stacey

Heart like Kevin but I feel all Spacey

So don’t chat man just like Tracy I Chapman lately

Cats to walk on me like a doormat

Don’t know why he thought that

Don’t know why he thought he could talk smack

Don’t know why he thought I don’t know where he lives but I write where his

doors at

Kick it so hard that the walls in the hallway fall back

Run up in a place, me and snort rat

Run up in the place, where the jaws get stored at

New block came from Kazakhstan but it’s not Borat

You think you can buff corn at me

? You could buff corn at

Mate ye I dare that

Still hit the block in my air max

And I got weed, I’ll share that

I got Gunja, two and a ten

Got twos in a chest that I grew in the shed

Think that I’m done with S you is immense

This is what Aussie and UK Presents

Smash out bars like you old protection

Fraks got a big boy flow selection

Big boy choose, don’t know about you, don’t know your crew, don’t know your?

So don’t get gassed on a? gassed on a? slaps man I actually would

Fraks I’m the man with the goods

Yeah, bomb blessed let a man at his goods

I was on this when? said cock back

Back then you were lying in your cot lad

All you rappers lying, best stop that

Back to back, I try you? never won that

Facts are fact, say this fact I’m a leader

Facts are facts, see fraks smash up the feature

My fam don’t stand for disrespect

And me I don’t stand for it neither

Bad mind, bad mind

Not gonna say my mind is bad

But I remix dime cos I like its swag

So for burning this grime Imma fly this flag

And I might book a flight with a night tip bag

Now I watching a man go with my eyes

I hope the pilot don’t kamikaze the flight

Cos I got a flight path to Dubai

And I pause my weed plant, I’m the koala

Could’ve fought top the four and cause drama

Haha, say nada, straight gaza

At least I landed in Melbourne with my marijuana

I got my lout pack I take your girlfriend outback and wake up the neighbours

Everybody needs good friends, so i’m trynna make new ones in a? with an asian

I make beats and I flex

They say take a breather, at least I can sleep when I’m dead

Yeah they try beef on a reg

But I ain’t got time for a geezer, to me your a pest

Why you trynna be with the best son you ain’t even got enough cheese for a bed

You ain’t even got enough heat in your pen

Bring your dreams to an end when he hits the set I be in effect

N E R V E you know me I be sick to death

Catch me on ya TV, get set like MTV or be in the flesh

Yeah, I’m keeping them fex

Cats get stressed on my steeze but I ain’t even checked deathsets so they catch

the priest while I check in chess, guess whos next

I’m back from holiday you know I got a little tan

You could never come and try take me for little man

Swig man with the big hands, civil man

Tell the man sheet for the man, little man

I make him pay part for the? to the top

No? I wonka at the little man

Man I pull it in your girl that hold it iggle man

Pull it in your wife at your sight, nigga damn

Nigga please help me telly the views

Got man talking like the g’s but I know that they needs

They wanna build a team, they ain’t ready for me

See you run up in the gym got you puttin to sleep

Ah, Fam I’m seeking till the game is asleep

Man I been the leader, all the man dead sheep

Little smart cards can’t rap for the jeeps

? bitch imma handle the beat

Guess again that’s incorrect, disrespect, this head better think again

Been the best and I link with the kings of it

Come together and send like infrared, Oi

Guess again who’s king of the west

Gimme a second on a rhythm and I spit em again

Dickhead miss me with an indirect

Terrible emcee’s get ripped to shreds

Prove a point with this pen and page

Paint a picture, this pile’s popping

Post a pic see your pockets piling

But you pontious pilot

Your pro’s are profit

I ain’t fuckin with no impostors

Peek-a-boo, we approach a problem, took a pikachu

But you ain’t got to be, oh cmon you more Pocahontas

See my lurk and get him

Man might roll up skrrt and skidding

Don’t really care who workin with him

Told man straight up birth that sittn

Dot, dot, dare in the sad, little bag broke so a little Dan car it won’t fit in

Nowadays everyone like, shit, nowdays everyone snitchin

What, told that man I don’t play that

Don’t talk shit car man I might spray that

Just got a batch of gaga, might whip that shit like a maybach

Roll up tell a man stay back

Roll up what, might pull a man’s face back

Leave that phone at home cos the police really wanna trace that

Guess who’s back, gonna laugh in the place, shit’s like a news flash

Silly in the set, they like 'yo who’s that' might hit em up quick like my names

2Pac

You don’t wanna clash brah your too trash

Imma bud you with that whole crew lad

Got of the z till I get two bands, not in it for the money here to make you mad

Did I, make you mad did I, make you mad, and I’ll spit one lyric that’ll,

make you mad

No jokes, no gimmicks did I, make you mad, go cry to your mum gonna make you sad

Yeah, yeah, make you mad, I’ll spit one lyric that’ll, make you mad

No jokes, no gimmicks did I make you mad, can’t handle the? cos the point too

bad

Little man that’s a man bag on your hip

That’s not a bag on your wrist

Still kicking ball, got a bag of assists? when I rap its a gift

You should turn man to a gif and caption it this

Left to the young and the handsome are rich when they’re back in this bitch

Swear down on the man in the myth

Man I roll joints like ankle and wrist

Have a sample of this

Nobody knows me to? for this

Man talk shit, I ain’t standing for it

Come for the queens, said that’s a stamp for a brit

Fam you’re a prick

Middle sea man in the back of the whip

Minus to me your a gram to a brit

Hold shit down man I anchor the ship

Kam dog know how to handle my shit

Sharpest tool in the box, bench mark, more like the sharpening block

Sharpest fool in the flock, flex in the hench bars, still heart in the lock

Don’t park in my spot, might spark me off, and I’m gonna leave hear with your

Bagari? watch

Wall last round me half a oz, strike you down, send you off, half a box

A K the cost to be the boss, can’t afford a war, bout to take a loss

Talk with 4 straws, place off, never get played on game lock

Jesus, peace, the new high score

I saw for the score, you all applaud

Of course I’m a torch an he dance to the floor

And I scorch and I blast, cars on all four

Hell around me, heaven above me, and only my family love me, that’s raw

Mad jack call like the family name, even my nan goes to get claw

Mad jack smile and my face in bread but man I got energies they can’t

connoisseur

Laugh for them tracks stealin my vibes

But I won over the teachers like claws

Don’t know what them, they never over there

But I’m out here, I’m trynna get these bags for the bores

If you play this I don’t do roll call, I’m tacking the post code to make man

blow

A lot of emcee’s dissappear a year, I guess they were never that skilled

I just work in pattern, I build

With no label manageable deal

UK Presents

Big up UK Presents

This is what Aussie and UK Presents

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