Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Crep Shop, artist - MKThePlugDate of issue: 01.08.2019
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Crep Shop |
| Out here in the concrete jungle |
| Gotta treat these opps like prey (Prey) |
| Just got a chase from jakes |
| But I got away, sorry, not today |
| I just got a chase, it’s mad |
| It’s a mad ting so I hide from jihadis (Hiding) |
| Decamp from gang, .32 goes bang (Bow) |
| Grease it so the mash don’t jam |
| Me and S in the ride, two loaded waps |
| No flick shanks can’t get backed on man (They can’t) |
| Car doors pop and the opps get prang |
| No cap, it’s best for you to not lack |
| Get sent south side, no Bagel |
| Fuck a Bagel, slap corn at your Mac D’s |
| These dumb little opp boys can’t at me (Woi) |
| Try Gun Lean and get shot from the back seat |
| RV |
| Bro was itching to get down my man |
| But I told him, «leave him for me» (Leave him) |
| That boy is mine like Monica and Brandy |
| I’ll shave man’s wig like Andy (Shave that) |
| I called the new wap Patrick |
| Cah I roll with the Star like Sandy (Ah) |
| Shh got shh, held one in his leg |
| And now he can’t walk like Bambi (Pissed) |
| Keep tools in the ride at all times |
| Never know when they might come in handy (Never know) |
| I was in jail watching Hollyoaks |
| Same time Darren was cheating with Mandy (Stress) |
| I don’t feel them yutes so I spilled man’s juice |
| Shank game on cranberry (Ching) |
| Bad B wanna come to the Nizz and off them panties |
| Meet me at Tangy |
| Bando, I’ll slap this gladly on the back street |
| Turn guys into athletes (Dash off) |
| I’m in the nizz, .44, that’s Tangy |
| With a bad B backing it for a mad G |
| Man slapped at your tracksuits |
| Get round there and dash off two batteries, mad greeze (Dashing) |
| Man hide from jihadis, Ali’s |
| Get round there with Rambos and ballys (Ching) |
| Bando, man’s trappy, slappy |
| On the other hand tryna make mum happy (Happy) |
| My aunty’s telling me I’m a bad breed |
| I’m a bad breed, spill juice like cranberry (Man spill it) |
| Boogie B gets splashy, free up my akhi |
| Bro-bro weren’t no patty (Free bro) |
| The Niners too chatty, gang get tappy |
| Gyal on my line too catty (Catty) |
| Everyday I wake and pray |
| Thank God I ain’t rubbed like them lot (Paigons) |
| I do bits like Love Island |
| My line don’t ring for no ten shot (Ring) |
| Red card, get him sent off |
| Ching man’s head, now he’s looking like Lescott (Ching) |
| Just got new boots, I copped me a 9 |
| But I never went to a crep shop |
| Everyday I wake and pray |
| Thank God I ain’t rubbed like them lot (Paigons) |
| I do bits like Love Island |
| My line don’t ring for no ten shot (Ring) |
| Red card, get him sent off |
| Ching man’s head, now he’s looking like Lescott (Ching) |
| Just got new boots, I copped me a 9 |
| But I never went to a crep shop |
| Three car doors get popped in the A |
| Man lurk on the 2's like I’m from that place |
| Catch me a opp, man cheffing that straight |
| Shave man, dip him up and then skate |
| What you know 'bout big fat shank on your waist? |
| Or a tinted dinger containing the gauge? |
| (Bow) |
| Slap this dots, shells fly in your face |
| Back to the block, L2 get blazed |
| Kway back then used to roll with the kitch' |
| Now it’s same size as a walking stick |
| Test me and bro, then you’re taking a risk |
| You’ll see me in the late night patrolling your strip (You will) |
| 'Till a black male get shot or chinged |
| It’s straight opp boys, no innocent shit |
| My yute run, you don’t wanna get hit |
| That yute’s broke but I made him drip |
| I could’ve been on the pitch doing rainbow flicks |
| But instead I’m in the trap with this Rambo (In the bando) |
| I didn’t choose this life, this life chose me |
| My marj hates it but my fans don’t (Sorry marj) |
| This life is peak and I know it’s the streets |
| So let me tell you how my gang roll |
| I’m in Southampton with this fifteen inch |
| New jewels now we see man in Zandos |
| If I could, I’ll share my age |
| But most of you would think that this kid is bluffing (He's bluffing) |
| But let me show you suttin' |
| I done more things than most man in this ting, it’s nuttin' (Trust me) |
| But don’t start judging |
| I’m just telling you about this shitty little life that I’m stuck in (Shit life) |
| My friends in jail, my opps in hell |
| And the verbal abuse keeps coming (Dead up, dead up) |
| Everyday I wake and pray |
| Thank God I ain’t rubbed like them lot (Paigons) |
| I do bits like Love Island |
| My line don’t ring for no ten shot (Ring) |
| Red card, get him sent off |
| Ching man’s head, now he’s looking like Lescott (Ching) |
| Just got new boots, I copped me a 9 |
| But I never went to a crep shop |
| Everyday I wake and pray |
| Thank God I ain’t rubbed like them lot (Paigons) |
| I do bits like Love Island |
| My line don’t ring for no ten shot (Ring) |
| Red card, get him sent off |
| Ching man’s head, now he’s looking like Lescott (Ching) |
| Just got new boots, I copped me a 9 |
| But I never went to a crep shop |