Making vegan milkshakes
Listening to the breaks by Tribe Called Quest
Leave your soul quaked, heaven saked
My mic is blessed
Picture the scene, 16 year old boy spitting crispy 16s
Keep my flows slippery, Miss
Shite I might be blind
Paying two pound fifty
For a f*cking ninety nine
Fight knife crime in nighttime
Girls in my bed cum
Write redrum
'Bove other rappers head hun
Shine so bright shit I'm Kubrick
Write so fine I abuse it
Might of used it
Against myself tryna f*cking prove shit
In the park venting on dugs
Shit I'm Mark Renton on drugs
Moving my peddles for plugs, but
Got poppy have a shopping spree on poppy seeds
Got property in Saughton see?
But I'm lying
Carry myself like a giant
Bitch I'm flying
Higher than any cunts my age say Hi again
Yeah I'm some rascal
Giving rappers dump tackles
Sweat another cunt hassles
F*ck shackles
Of trap rap flow
Or old-heads rambling bout where'd rap go? Shit
I got my rhyme-book
In my backpack
There's some facts that
I feel like just spitting
I just sit and listen
Don't wanna give away my cards
Hit me with your bars
Then you'll be seeing stars
Worst man to kill
Bursting with talent for real
Matter fact as it happens make me first on the bill
Pacifist, passing fists
Not gonna lie you're bad at this
Rapping shit
I'm Rhianna
I'm the baddest bitch
Don't like you
You're the fakest man
Got iconic lines
Like I said 'play it Sam'
What you doing
What you saying love
It's been a couple months
Know we only spoken once
Wanna f*ck?
Keir Stirling - Chamba Lyrics
Keir Stirling - Chamba Lyrics
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Making vegan milkshakes
Listening to the breaks by Tribe Called Quest
Leave your soul quaked, heaven saked
My mic is blessed
Picture the scene, 16 year old boy spitting crispy 16s
Keep my flows slippery, Miss
Shite I might be blind
Paying two pound fifty
For a f*cking ninety nine
Fight knife crime in nighttime
Girls in my bed cum
Write redrum
'Bove other rappers head hun
Shine so bright shit I'm Kubrick
Write so fine I abuse it
Might of used it
Against myself tryna f*cking prove shit
In the park venting on dugs
Shit I'm Mark Renton on drugs
Moving my peddles for plugs, but
Got poppy have a shopping spree on poppy seeds
Got property in Saughton see?
But I'm lying
Carry myself like a giant
Bitch I'm flying
Higher than any cunts my age say Hi again
Yeah I'm some rascal
Giving rappers dump tackles
Sweat another cunt hassles
F*ck shackles
Of trap rap flow
Or old-heads rambling bout where'd rap go? Shit
I got my rhyme-book
In my backpack
There's some facts that
I feel like just spitting
I just sit and listen
Don't wanna give away my cards
Hit me with your bars
Then you'll be seeing stars
Worst man to kill
Bursting with talent for real
Matter fact as it happens make me first on the bill
Pacifist, passing fists
Not gonna lie you're bad at this
Rapping shit
I'm Rhianna
I'm the baddest bitch
Don't like you
You're the fakest man
Got iconic lines
Like I said 'play it Sam'
What you doing
What you saying love
It's been a couple months
Know we only spoken once
Wanna f*ck?
Listening to the breaks by Tribe Called Quest
Leave your soul quaked, heaven saked
My mic is blessed
Picture the scene, 16 year old boy spitting crispy 16s
Keep my flows slippery, Miss
Shite I might be blind
Paying two pound fifty
For a f*cking ninety nine
Fight knife crime in nighttime
Girls in my bed cum
Write redrum
'Bove other rappers head hun
Shine so bright shit I'm Kubrick
Write so fine I abuse it
Might of used it
Against myself tryna f*cking prove shit
In the park venting on dugs
Shit I'm Mark Renton on drugs
Moving my peddles for plugs, but
Got poppy have a shopping spree on poppy seeds
Got property in Saughton see?
But I'm lying
Carry myself like a giant
Bitch I'm flying
Higher than any cunts my age say Hi again
Yeah I'm some rascal
Giving rappers dump tackles
Sweat another cunt hassles
F*ck shackles
Of trap rap flow
Or old-heads rambling bout where'd rap go? Shit
I got my rhyme-book
In my backpack
There's some facts that
I feel like just spitting
I just sit and listen
Don't wanna give away my cards
Hit me with your bars
Then you'll be seeing stars
Worst man to kill
Bursting with talent for real
Matter fact as it happens make me first on the bill
Pacifist, passing fists
Not gonna lie you're bad at this
Rapping shit
I'm Rhianna
I'm the baddest bitch
Don't like you
You're the fakest man
Got iconic lines
Like I said 'play it Sam'
What you doing
What you saying love
It's been a couple months
Know we only spoken once
Wanna f*ck?
Writer: keir stirling
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