Lyrics Volkswagen - Bru-C, Mr Traumatik, Devilman

Volkswagen

I’m a dope rapping, toe tagging, throat grabbing, cold dragon
Flow champion, drum and bass rolling like an old wagon
Don’t hang with no tramps with no swag and no fashion
Man are getting wheels on the road like a Volkswagen
Dope rapping, toe tagging, throat grabbing, cold dragon
Flow champion, drum and bass rolling like an old wagon
Don’t hang with no tramps with no swag and no fashion
Man are getting wheels on the road like a Volkswagen
No bragging, I’m a phone snapping, nose cracking, hoe slapping
, dough stacking, old fashioned lyricist
I don’t eat smoked ham, and no it don’t happen, no gassing
I will run you over in my Volkswagen, I don’t give a shit
I’m a psychedelic Mad Hatter
I’m manipulating black matter
You’re a snake, you’re a rat and you’re a backstabber
I’m a healer, I’m a shaman, I’m a backpacker
This one’s a beauty, delicious and it’s juicy
Traumatik and it’s Bru-C, back to back and ready for duty
We got fans in New Zealand and USA and Newquay
You know the fanbase is insane, it’s absolutely loopy
It’s crazy and it’s spooky
I’m blazing hazy blue cheese
It tastes so fruity, I’m gonna make some herbal smoothies
I don’t watch porno movies
I’m fucking gorgeous, groupies
She’s wearing perfume but her pumpum smells of corns and sushi
I’m a dope rapping, toe tagging, throat grabbing, cold dragon
Flow champion, drum and bass rolling like an old wagon
Don’t hang with no tramps with no swag and no fashion
Man are getting wheels on the road like a Volkswagen
Dope rapping, toe tagging, throat grabbing, cold dragon
Flow champion, drum and bass rolling like an old wagon
Don’t hang with no tramps with no swag and no fashion
Man are getting wheels on the road like a Volkswagen
I’m a microphone killing
Blood spilling, ice cold chilling
Leave your head spinning
Thought I lost but I’m still winning
Check my face, still grinning
Still shag loads of women
Ain’t got no time to waste bro, time’s ticking
Might to be time gripping
Positive energies I’m transmitting
Straight perfection, like my nan’s knitting
Married to the game, never quitting, no bullshitting
When I have sex it’s like a crime but I’m not committing
I’m the urbamistical, dirty mystical, herbalistical guy
Don’t ask me no question why
Don’t try to identify
Come in the place like hello hi
Ma ni pun tai, wung sun li
You don’t wanna try, war with I
Wash you up and hang you out to dry
I tell the truth I don’t lie
Look me straight in the eye
Check out the streams I get on Apple Music or Spotify
I got the herbal cannabis
I’ve got a nice supply
Devilman, Traumatik and Bru-C
The limit is past the sky
I’m a dope rapping, toe tagging, throat grabbing, cold dragon
Flow champion, drum and bass rolling like an old wagon
Don’t hang with no tramps with no swag and no fashion
Man are getting wheels on the road like a Volkswagen
Dope rapping, toe tagging, throat grabbing, cold dragon
Flow champion, drum and bass rolling like an old wagon
Don’t hang with no tramps with no swag and no fashion
Man are getting wheels on the road like a Volkswagen
I’m a flow skipping, soul gripping, dope spitting brudda with a cold vision
Rolling with the flows that K.O.
bitches
No snitching, no bitching, winning is my sole mission
Put it on his toes, got him running like a nose dripping
Fuck Coronavirus, wanna go back to the old Britain
Looking on my phone, bare clones with their souls missing
If I got a show 'pon your road then you won’t miss it
Take over the globe hoping nobody notices
Taking a liberty and waking the industry
They can shake a couple ravers up but they ain’t as sick as me
Cause I’m brave enough to raise it up like things in the military
You’re a pagan and you’re staying in the place where the pigeons be
We ain’t giving these MCs a chance
Devilman and Traumatik are my Gs my fam
All the ravers in the shubs proceed to dance
Jump in my Volkswagen licking speed on man