Lyrics Sandwich - Ghetts, So Large

Sandwich

Yeah
Best be on your best behaviour
If I have to spend my savings
Only the saviour can save ya, rah
Yeah, I’m larger than your average (large)
I pay the striker’s salary (kuff kaff kweff)
I’ll put bread on my beef (oof)
Call that a rich boy sandwich (oof)
Heavyweight, putting on calories (oof)
I pay the striker’s salary (kuff kaff kweff)
I’ll put bread on my beef (kuff kaff kweff)
Call that a rich boy sandwich (oof)
You ain’t going H•A•M, you’re a has-been (oof)
You ain’t going H•A•M, you’re a has-been (oof)
I’ll put bread on my beef
I’ll put bread on my beef (oof)
Put your money where your mouth is
Come put your money where your mouth is (oof)
I’ll get bread on the street (kuff kaff kweff)
So I can put bread on my beef
Rah, who dem ah ramp wid?
(ugh)
Big long ting you’ll get shanked wid (mad)
Man don’t roll with no Stanley (big ting)
You can’t roll on my family (never)
We’ve got shooters like Nasri (shooters)
You ain’t on the field, you ain’t active (bap)
Run man down with the javelin (run, run, run)
Mek a boy run like an athlete (yeah)
Cuh manaman are from Shower Hamlets
Copper machine from Hackney
Blud, you couldn’t walk a mile in my shoes (nah)
Probably hold pure corn, no bad feet (brap)
They say that So Large anti (what?)
Ask them to work this out for me (please)
If I pull out the stacks and add P
Who’s gonna get subtracted?
(rah, take 'em out)
Yeah, I’m larger than your average (large)
I pay the striker’s salary (kuff kaff kweff)
I’ll put bread on my beef (oof)
Call that a rich boy sandwich (oof)
Heavyweight, putting on calories (oof)
I pay the striker’s salary (kuff kaff kweff)
I’ll put bread on my beef (kuff kaff kweff)
Call that a rich boy sandwich (oof)
You ain’t going H•A•M, you’re a has-been (oof)
You ain’t going H•A•M, you’re a has-been (oof)
I’ll put bread on my beef
I’ll put bread on my beef (oof)
Put your money where your mouth is
Come put your money where your mouth is (oof)
I’ll get bread on the street (kuff kaff kweff)
So I can put bread on my beef
Man’s thirty
I ain’t gotta get my hands dirty (ahh)
Man’s certi
Man’ll kill for me, I’m that worthy (rah)
Ride out, mad journey
Knife man, mad surgery (woo)
Real life in rap verses (woo)
When real life and rap merges (woo)
It gets real like when packs surface (woo)
Black tracksuits, black hearses (woo)
Another service in black churches
I don’t wanna hear another word if a man’s nervous (woo)
I’m too bait
Would’ve put a mask on but it’s too late
So I put 2K on your toupé
I want a nigga gone today (ahh)
No touché
Soufflé, man, I do flay
Case closed
No jury, no suitcase (ahh)
It’s clear to me
No Ray Charles, just Blu-Ray (ahh)
Uh, lock arff the road
White and blue tape, rah
Yeah, I’m larger than your average (large)
I pay the striker’s salary (kuff kaff kweff)
I’ll put bread on my beef (oof)
Call that a rich boy sandwich (oof)
Heavyweight, putting on calories (oof)
I pay the striker’s salary (kuff kaff kweff)
I’ll put bread on my beef (kuff kaff kweff)
Call that a rich boy sandwich (oof)
You ain’t going H•A•M, you’re a has-been (oof)
You ain’t going H•A•M, you’re a has-been (oof)
I’ll put bread on my beef
I’ll put bread on my beef (oof)
Put your money where your mouth is
Come put your money where your mouth is (oof)
I’ll get bread on the street (kuff kaff kweff)
So I can put bread on my beef