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M Trapierre - Yee Style Lyrics



M Trapierre - Yee Style Lyrics




I see and paint sounds like Kanye does
But I ain't on Kanye's buzz
Man try tek my ting for a Joke them days these days they ain't laughing much
I was on da roads in a bruk down Vauxhall givin it gas tryna start it up
Now I'm in bm 325i tell a fed chase they'll say you've asked too much

I live a movie man warn shoot me this ain't a act no1s castin us
I stepped with my mask and gloves
With my good pal lookin for half a touch
Took some harry from a house with a shit guard dog that didn't even bark at us
I don't much about dealing with harry but I got pal called Arthur that does

All we do round ere is bite we don't response who's barking at us
Bare pebs on me driving round sus
Got pulled last week now the cars marked up
Got raided someone there grassed us up
Man don't last that long around ere wait that don't rhyme so let me say man don't last that much... WOAH

I was in da bandoe second hand crack smoke had me coughing up half a lung
Ran up in family homes for da bread took ps told parents talk to ya son
I'm a go getter out in all weather
Can't chat to me bout grind r u dumb
Face so bait local Feds brake there neck just to see if I'm sat at da front

Stay on da go like pro
How can u not already know are u slow
Last time I checked there was only place for 1 king n I don't like sharin my throne

I make a livin off man that flex n boast but still can't defend what they own
I make a livin off man that flex n boast but still can't defend what they own

Get it? Man go get it! Brudda I stamp I don't ever step with it
Put her round me she could never be frigid
I bring the freak out the bitch exidist
I don't do slags I don't do gold diggers I'll go back to jail if I want cold dinners
Can't find a girl with pride in herself these days I look like I can't get widdis

I went court said I never did this
I swear down as god is my witness
That wernt me that u saw on cctv wid dat mask on movin different
Nahh I aint never took chase from the scene n invaded the police doin up gear shiftin
But whoever that was I'd say he's a bad boy cah he completed the mission

Double clutch n turn space shuttle
I can't get shift for this move it was shit anyway I was planning to make double
Plus I don't like jail much so as soon as I get there I just start make trouble
I beg a man try talk shit I'll just pull out my chiv & deflate muscles
Try draw me out like I ain't humble

Know say I'm from where I'm from I don't need to scream that on every song
Cah when it goes left or it gets on top more time you'll c me on my 1s
I tell a man don't be dumb
Manna get black bikes pull up at drums
Knocking all loud n disturbing ur mum
Like Sorry auntie but where is ur son

Bring him outside right now
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I see and paint sounds like Kanye does
But I ain't on Kanye's buzz
Man try tek my ting for a Joke them days these days they ain't laughing much
I was on da roads in a bruk down Vauxhall givin it gas tryna start it up
Now I'm in bm 325i tell a fed chase they'll say you've asked too much

I live a movie man warn shoot me this ain't a act no1s castin us
I stepped with my mask and gloves
With my good pal lookin for half a touch
Took some harry from a house with a shit guard dog that didn't even bark at us
I don't much about dealing with harry but I got pal called Arthur that does

All we do round ere is bite we don't response who's barking at us
Bare pebs on me driving round sus
Got pulled last week now the cars marked up
Got raided someone there grassed us up
Man don't last that long around ere wait that don't rhyme so let me say man don't last that much... WOAH

I was in da bandoe second hand crack smoke had me coughing up half a lung
Ran up in family homes for da bread took ps told parents talk to ya son
I'm a go getter out in all weather
Can't chat to me bout grind r u dumb
Face so bait local Feds brake there neck just to see if I'm sat at da front

Stay on da go like pro
How can u not already know are u slow
Last time I checked there was only place for 1 king n I don't like sharin my throne

I make a livin off man that flex n boast but still can't defend what they own
I make a livin off man that flex n boast but still can't defend what they own

Get it? Man go get it! Brudda I stamp I don't ever step with it
Put her round me she could never be frigid
I bring the freak out the bitch exidist
I don't do slags I don't do gold diggers I'll go back to jail if I want cold dinners
Can't find a girl with pride in herself these days I look like I can't get widdis

I went court said I never did this
I swear down as god is my witness
That wernt me that u saw on cctv wid dat mask on movin different
Nahh I aint never took chase from the scene n invaded the police doin up gear shiftin
But whoever that was I'd say he's a bad boy cah he completed the mission

Double clutch n turn space shuttle
I can't get shift for this move it was shit anyway I was planning to make double
Plus I don't like jail much so as soon as I get there I just start make trouble
I beg a man try talk shit I'll just pull out my chiv & deflate muscles
Try draw me out like I ain't humble

Know say I'm from where I'm from I don't need to scream that on every song
Cah when it goes left or it gets on top more time you'll c me on my 1s
I tell a man don't be dumb
Manna get black bikes pull up at drums
Knocking all loud n disturbing ur mum
Like Sorry auntie but where is ur son

Bring him outside right now
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Writer: Myles Lapierre
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid

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Performed By: M Trapierre
Language: English
Length: 2:42
Written by: Myles Lapierre

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