Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Gezuntight, artist - Black Josh. Date of issue: 15.09.2016
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Gezuntight |
| Yo it’s Black Josh, name can’t change like an anagram |
| You can bank on it, that I want my cash in hand |
| Gimme a thousand pound sterling not a bag of sand |
| What you niggas really know about our Manny man? |
| Nothing much but let me get you in touch |
| People say I’m selfish cause I’m never giving a fuck |
| I got a virgin strap in the trap and it’s ready to bust |
| At any pussyole, if they start fucking with us |
| I’m up in the hood but nothing goes over my head |
| I’m too high, like Red and Meth, might black out rolling the peng |
| I’m caught in habits that I do over and over again |
| I die hard and the bitch getting deep throated to death |
| With smoke on my chest, my cousin’s got O’s of the best |
| My attitude stinks, my shit’s got you holding your breath |
| I tell a bitch to shut her mouth and then open her legs |
| I’ve been pimping like Mike Epps, take note of the sweg |
| I’m from rainy Manchester so I stay dipped in North Face |
| Scally white chav, lighting splabs in the hallway |
| Bad son of anarchy couldn’t care what the law states |
| I wore a TN tracksuit to my Crown Court case |
| I’m out all night and sleep all day |
| I spark a hour like it’s my forte |
| I fuck her right in the pussy, no foreplay |
| Yeah it’s rapture, I drop jewels till my balls ache |
| Yo, woke up feeling like a million euros |
| Went to the barber’s like «give me some cornrows» |
| I just Tommy Hilfiger’d my wardrobe |
| Now I’m on the set of a brazilian porno |
| I ain’t trynna win an award show |
| Unless it’s eight figures or more, though |
| I’ll be underwater spitting in Morse code |
| Only Lord knows why the kiddo was born slow |
| Bugging out in dull weather in a wool sweater |
| Chilling underneath a Peach Lipton’s umbrella |
| You think you get drugs but my plug’s better |
| Now I’m done with your bitch, you can come get her |
| Now all I need is this last four |
| I swap a bar of cheese for a passport |
| Hack down a tree with a hacksaw |
| Stashed the P’s and had to leave through the back door |
| I just did a hundred lines of cocaine |
| King of snow, Keyser Söze |
| My blood’s codeine with methazine |
| Got this vampire bitch getting very lean |
| Delirious, had a couple seizures that were serious |
| Fuck the doctor, I ain’t hearing shit |
| Unless you write a script with the refill with it |
| Tell a bitch to say ‘Aah' and put an E pill in it |
| Straight mack, I’m just laid back with it |
| Ain’t got a V in my name just cause A$VP did it |
| Last time in Paris used to straight faggots with |
| Like Robbie Williams shit |
| Take that and give me light |
| I tell your bitch she can take that dick |
| I’m too blasé with it |
| You suck a dick if fucking Kanye did it |
| Too blasé with it |
| You’d probably suck a dick if your boy Kanye did it |
| Shit, zoom in that Park Lane living, bars ain’t switching |
| Pull up to the rave and park the R.A. |
| in it |
| Now I’m in a car chase whipping from the police |
| Nah, I was in the arcade, tripping |
| I’m 3rd degree burned-out |
| Always forgetting shit and tracking back like Dirk Kuyt |
| A couple of chicken-heads in my birdhouse |
| Release the dove and let them birds out |
| Fuck bitches like a porn actor |
| Smoking cigarettes to cure cancer |
| Rocking Nike hoodies, sipping polish beers |
| Just do it, very slowly over years |
| I’m the center of the universe |
| Fuck trying, I’m literally trynna do me worst |
| I’m the new Willard Smith |
| The pill crumbs in me spliff (got me ??? the shit) |
| I drift often to a deep state of «I don’t really give a hell» |
| That drunken ignorant infidel |
| I chip your style and sit and smile |
| Sipping mild ale |
| I tell you I’m the shit without fail |
| I’m off the Kardashev scale |
| I bailed to the dark side to stay |
| And hell is just a car ride away |
| Chilling with Hendrix and Hicks |
| With a keg and a bitch |
| Broke but in ten drinks, I’m fixed |
| Pissed, scuba diving in river Styx |
| What’s that got to do with the price of a pick ‘n' mix? |
| Wise guy, once bitten, 666 times shy |
| Gob spitting on your bitch clique while I’m sky high |
| I pry your mind’s eye open and slam it shut like «Goodnight» |
| Squinting in the sunlight |
| Tourists, taking selfies with lizards walking upright |