Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Inhaler, artist - Bru-C. Date of issue: 05.09.2019
Song language: English
Inhaler |
| Yo yo yo yo |
| Some advice fi dem |
| Hahahaha |
| And it’s, and it’s |
| First of all if you don’t like me suck your mudda |
| Don’t try spud man when you see man |
| Keep it real you ain’t my brudda |
| Every time I drop a lyric I see half these MC’s shudder |
| Got the ravers jumping, tell security to run for cover |
| You’re another 'shoulda woulda coulda' type of motherfucker |
| Trying to talk your utter trash and every time I hear you stutter |
| Leave your toast without the butter |
| Watch me beat him black and yellow, purple, green and red and blue |
| Now he’s got every type of colour |
| Let me flip it like an acrobatic |
| Every time I rap I smash it |
| Haters see me as a bastard |
| Ladies think I’m charismatic |
| Got cheese like Wallace & Gromit |
| Bought your girl a gin and tonic |
| Funny how this music is my life and now I’m living off it |
| Turn it round and smack the batty |
| Ride it like a Kawasaki |
| You don’t get no pussy cause you’re ugly |
| You just yam the batty |
| Skankin' when I see the speaker |
| Round and round like cheesy pizza |
| Got these MC’s pulling out inhalers, I don’t need a breather |
| Okay maybe I just need a second |
| Then I’m coming back and shooting up the place without a weapon |
| Man know that I’m from UK because I rep without a question |
| I make vids look like Ibiza but I’m shooting them in Devon |
| What’d you reckon? |
| Let me come and teach these paigons here a lesson |
| Don’t try and overdo the raving it’ll leave your head wrecking |
| Better get up in the gym and grab the weights and start the repping |
| Walk in feeling like a pussy and walk out like Jack from Tekken |
| Hold tight the mandem raving a lot |
| Make sure you stack dem papers a lot |
| Don’t go splashing all the wages you got |
| End up broke like mate you’re a flop |
| Some man buy new trainers a lot |
| Friday night bare flavours Ciroc |
| It’s cool to go out with your mates that you’ve got |
| But make sure on a rainy day you’re on top |
| Hold tight the mandem grafting and dat |
| Wake up, move it, back to the trap |
| Nobody wants to be brassic and that |
| Looking all scruffy, gyal laughing and that |
| Anyone can win, it’s an actual fact |
| Practice, practice, master the craft |
| Man told me I couldn’t actually rap |
| Now I travel round the world just rapping for cash |
| Like let me go in |
| B-R-U, I put the work in |
| Riding the wave like man are surfing |
| Man a murk him, murked him and I hurt him |
| Let me go on |
| B-R-U, man I know I’m a don |
| N-G crew, don’t rep Don don |
| It’s Nottingham city, man what’s going on? |
| Let me go true |
| Man have got links to Irn-Bru |
| Bars get cold like minus two |
| Bars get hot like irons do |
| Let me go sick |
| B-R-U, I’m the wickedest kid |
| Hit an MC with a mighty duh duh duh mighty duh duh duh flying kick |
| I’m not done |
| He said, she said, we’re like what? |
| He said she said we like drums |
| Are mans dumb? |
| Lick up a man like vodka and rum |
| These man go to the gym can’t lift, do 21 reps and Romeo Dunn |
| I’m not finished |
| Raving without drum and bass is like Popeye without no spinach |
| Are man kidding? |
| Lick up a man like beer and spirit |
| Only got one life to live so you can watch me go and live it |
| First of all if you don’t like me suck your mudda |
| Don’t try spud man when you see man |
| Keep it real you ain’t my brudda |
| Every time I drop a lyric I see half these MC’s shudder |
| Got the ravers jumping, tell security to run for cover |
| You’re another 'shoulda woulda coulda' type of motherfucker |
| Trying to talk your utter trash and every time I hear you stutter |
| Leave your toast without the butter |
| Watch me beat him black and yellow, purple, green and red and blue |
| Now he’s got every type of colour |