Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Salvador, artist - Bugzy Malone. Date of issue: 17.04.2021
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Salvador |
| Yeah |
| It’s Bugz |
| Listen |
| Yo, look |
| I’ve not got around to reading a Bible |
| Still tryna lead them a worthy example |
| So I know I gotta get married, it’s vital |
| I was on one knee right under the Eiffel |
| Holding a diamond bigger than a blueberry |
| When I had a blackberry, it was survival |
| That meant a flicky when anywhere I go |
| All cause a rival took shots at me with a rifle |
| Blood on the tips on my fingers |
| Done a Bruce Lee when I linked him |
| Bit off the end of a spliff then I lit that |
| I was on a car, picked him in gun chase tryna get me a six-pack |
| Dreams of me pushing his wig back |
| Nightmares of me getting 26 in crown |
| Oh, I’ve never been much of a shooter, but I’ll still bang off |
| That’s man like kid |
| No coming all the way through an attempted M I didn’t even do |
| Didn’t cop my phone, then I wouldn’t have been here |
| Cause I would’ve got released this time last year |
| And I can barely remember |
| Saying to that I want a short back and sides, a 'tache and a beard |
| Them man are airing my stripes |
| I told them put a line in my eyebrow, I’m a bad boy out here |
| Me, I’m just sketching, into my sketch book |
| I can forgive but I don’t forget |
| Let me just add an additional bit of perspective |
| We would eat fish fingers with no ketchup |
| Now we eat lobster and I’m in a tracksuit |
| Sat in San Carlo and I’ve got an AP like I’ve been narcos |
| I’ve got a big business, these boxes at the cargo |
| You’re looking at a mogul |
| I might sign me a younger that’s spitting on drill |
| Teach him the business and make him a star |
| Then build him up until I’ve made him a mil' |
| But don’t get it twisted me |
| I’ve had opps but I’ve beat everyone of them 3 or 4 — nil |
| I’m looking at houses for 3 or 4 mil' |
| Even though I got a castle in the middle of a field |
| I miss standing on the roadside with my hat pulled down |
| So the cameras couldn’t see me |
| I miss getting a bar on my pedal bike |
| They were the days where with shoeboxes full of money |
| I miss having beef with a rival gang and having 25 of the mandem with me |
| I miss getting along with my family |
| Way back in the day when we had that little red |
| Looking nice went out on the Italian job |
| I was in the wee game, now that this Cali and dog |
| I would’ve sold out selling in bags or in little green tops, they can never |
| keep up |
| It’s mental, I want like a PlayStation 5 and never Nintendo |
| You might see my personality switch |
| But I’ve never dropped a crumb, I’m no Kevin Wendell |
| The way I’m speaking into the mic |
| Like Salvador sketching in with the pencil |
| I get deja vu like Denzel |
| I’ve got a bendy back and get tekky with a rental |
| My God, that’s what the waiter said when I got on one knee |
| Everybody clapping their hands cause a black guy getting engaged |
| You don’t see just grow up |
| And you’re lucky if your dad bothers to show |
| Everybody wants to know you when you blow up |
| And it’s a shame cah you reap what you sow and I already know this |
| Still I’ve not got round to reading a Bible |
| And I’m tryna lead by a worthy example |
| So I know I gotta get married, it’s vital |
| I was on one knee right under the Eiffel |
| Holding a diamond bigger than a blueberry |
| When I had a blackberry, it was survival |
| Meant a flicky when anywhere I go |
| All cause a rival took shots at me with a |
| Fuck off |