Richest Killers [Swedish Remix & Sped Up] [feat. grayto & Gablom]

(Gablom)
(Triple that Grayto)
Bass, money, fancy clothes
Opps and coppers, I dispose
Talk slow, lower your tone
If you need an illegal loan
Gang killer, Al Capone
Shoot a pheasant through the bone
Tweed jackets on the go
Richest spinners, richest killers
Bass, money, fancy clothes
Opps and coppers, I dispose
Talk slow, lower your tone
If you need an illegal loan
Gang killer, Al Capone
Shoot a pheasant through the bone
Tweed jackets on the go (Ayy)
Richest spinners, richest killers (Yah, yah)
I've got quail, pigeon, pheasant
Posh boy, don't mix with peasants (No)
Got a castle up in Scotland
But I don't know David Tennant
David Cameron gave me a trust fund loan as an early Christmas present
So, I don't need to raise my voice no more
The opps only feel my presence
I drink tea and I rap
I put the T in trapper
Tory donor, Tory backer
Rest in peace to Margaret Thatcher (Rest in peace)
Or, maybe not
She can stay there, lie deep down
In her dark grave, and rot (Hueh)
Bass, money, fancy clothes
Opps and coppers, I dispose
Talk slow, lower your tone
If you need an illegal loan (Yah, yah)
Gang killer, Al Capone
Shoot a pheasant through the bone
Tweed jackets on the go
Richest spinners, richest killers
Jag äter köttbullar varje dag
Jag äter potatis de bra
Fattar inte varför men de gott de bra, de gott de bra
Big meatballs!
Marabou on top, jag är bäst
Jag sugar en cock, haha
Fem, heter jag elnour?
Jag ska göra dig kycklingrulle!
Ja, jätte kul!
Macka, Dem bröt min arm!
Ursäkta att jag stör men han ska bli en knarkare
I fancy doin' the chorus just one more time
Gracias senorita
Bass, money, fancy clothes
Opps and coppers, I dispose
Talk slow, lower your tone
If you need an illegal loan (Shh)
Gang killer, Al Capone
Shoot a pheasant through the bone (Yah)
Tweed jackets on the go (Ayy)
Richest spinners, richest killers (Yah, yah)
Bas, pengar, snygga kläder
Äter köttbullar, vet ej hur man gör det
Prata långsamt, sänk tonen
Om du behöver ett olagligt lån
Gängmördare, Al Capone
(Värför är det så jävla högt omg?)
(Jag pratar inte ens what the fuck!)
Tedäh! Har du mina daimonds?
Kanske, jag kasta ut dom
Jag letar efter fyra-fem dagar tills nu jag har inte sovit
Jag ska klippa hans tung, klippa öra
Jag ska göra kaoz med han
(Lilla vän, tänk om du vore kär i mig)
(Så kär i mig, min vän, som jag är i dig)
(M-T-S-G, jag är bara din, vill ba ha dagen med dig)
Vafan!



Credits
Writer(s): Miles Holliday, Grace Dunbar
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