Switching Cars

This a real spluggen!
Dont tread on me
Sw€sub, innit?
May I have some more?

Future electric, man eclectic
Screw top bottle pop
His spending off so hectic

Bloke's bonkers, beat ringing first responders
He ponders, no wonders

This my quick bit tale, he's an alpha male
Massase on the playa, three girls Maja
Threw his scarf in the fire, no Quagmire

He's handy but he's hanky fancy

Listen to my ones bruv still
Now you're grinding peng birds, gas this drill
Blud ain't not but such a snob
Made up job, big kebabs

Fatty real big pants safe long gone
Long john silver going on
He says the cheapest lager
But gets Sean Connery's dollar

Praised be Pripps, imported piss
Swiss made watch, tailors drips
Leaves a five star tip, loves a camping trip
Wow, no that is bent, my man is wanking in a tent

R.I.D.E in a truck, Mr. Watt
R.I.D.E in a truck, Mr. Watt, aint got no yacht
I be, see this, spitting bars
You tho slapping, switching cars!

That is hanks, giving tenty wanks
Got his father's ranks (just kidding)
Least he banks, hanky panks

Adores them 4's, bonjour french whores
My man ain't poor, he acts some geezer
When he sees her, wants to please ya
Bruv don't eat her, them threads are cheetah!

He cannot play, keeps on dying in GTA
Though you can undergo, his black belt throw, strongman show
Ain't no foes, burglars knows

Dress like no beginner, completed Virginia
Swanky boots, plays the flute
All Wall-Mart, super smart
Pecs bruv stronk, off the chart

From my beating heart, one more trigger
Bleeding knob go figure

He's a wanker, he's the anka banka

Doctor says, it's for the best
Don't rise up for them jiggers, hold up wait
Bleed once more, the cock's so sore
He can't ignore, when they're on four

R.I.D.E in a truck, Mr. Watt
R.I.D.E in a truck, Mr. Watt, aint got no yacht
I be, see this, spitting bars
You tho slapping, switching cars!

Damn lad bags, pricey jags
Quick mad shags, what a stag

V.I.P, I've spilled the tea, big trustee in G.O.T
Man be so free yet no degree

He's an engineer, got blue career
Drills a decent dame and ryobi gear

Crib so posh be no dislike
The locals though them stole his bike

Fuck that junk, suck my spunk
I'll build a new don't care you cunks
Got my sandles, Roman candles
I run this mansion, wheels, bike, style and
Pussy wagon

Steal my fashion, get nude in action
Belts 'n shivs, let's see who lives
Don't need no suit in, I'll throw like pure tin'
My skills are broad, insurance fraud
Plug me cord, all aboard

All his height and power
He's a tosser, he's too weak for flour
One time pasta, full disaster

Bluds not dumb on holiday
Fattys fasting, no choice, trimming still

Ain't no food this boy can eat
Poor young lad can't process wheat
Though sit damn tight and see him compensate
He lifts some weights and dives ish straight

He's kinder than all to his close entourage
Of being helpful and true he's the Bonaparte

Blokes sum helpful and generous yes, give him that
Rest assured to his English, he's a non-speaking twat

Bruv no man cares your pizzas a tenner extra
I wouldn't feed that to the dogs!

Rides been switched from right to left
Got cars from the isles and bonds beemer test
The Nissan he stole from the parents nest
And the mdp red was damn depressed

Had a benz on a mortgage, lots of remorse in, soon they're divorcing
He's no longer posh, never had no garage
Remembs the company cars? Ha we all played squash!

The blue mini rebel served us well
20 hours south and your ass didnt swell

Expense gas, across pond
Switch every week god damn this bombs

He's the one on the road baring title
Of riding light heavy MC's like bicycles

R.I.D.E in a truck, Mr. Watt
R.I.D.E in a truck, Mr. Watt, aint got no yacht
I be, see this, spitting bars
You tho slapping, switching cars!

Wasteman
Wear your cock as a cobra



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