Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Crushed, artist - P Money. Date of issue: 27.06.2015
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Crushed |
| I don’t care if you’re known in Luton |
| Which kind of badman goes jail for looting? |
| There weren’t no AKs, weren’t no shooting |
| He stole a TV, blood that’s stupid |
| All this talk about you make money |
| What the hell you doing stealing from Currys? |
| I don’t wanna hear about «H is gully» |
| H is a fassy, H is bummy |
| Blood that’s dead |
| You’re some wasteman you heard what I said |
| You too H, I heard about you getting rushed in jail |
| You pissed your bed |
| Canteen was peak, manaman couldn’t eat |
| They took your chips and they poured milk on your head |
| Shit stained pillows all over your dreads |
| Any funny business everybody… |
| «Any funny business, everybody dead» |
| That’s your lyric right? |
| That’s what you said |
| But you got ripped off by Boy Better Know |
| Ain’t that funny business? |
| No one’s dead |
| Just be honest, you’re pissed cause I got you |
| You shot yourself fam, no one stopped you |
| How can I take you «serious»? |
| You let the safest guy in the scene rob you! |
| Now you’re on tunes with him, that must of hurt |
| H, inside that must of hurt |
| That weren’t a round, that was a verse |
| Bring out the coffin, start up the hearse |
| H international? |
| Show me your stamps |
| Don’t know you or Bossman |
| Don’t know Prez, don’t know Pabs |
| They got German whips but they don’t know Dan |
| Cause them man are not big over there |
| I know man that live over there |
| Them man don’t win over there |
| I made my man quit over there |
| Cause when manaman clash me, manaman lose |
| Manaman walked, manaman’s screwed |
| Manaman left, manaman boo’d |
| You left with MCs manaman slewed |
| I was on a hero ting |
| Ratings you left on a zero ting |
| Skinny man i had to chief up him |
| This guy never could of chiefed up Trim |
| Cause when manaman clashed me, manaman lost |
| Manaman cried, manaman sobbed |
| I spoke to Pabs, I spoke to Boss |
| Sent my condolence, sorry for your loss |
| About German Whip? |
| No black windows fam, that’s H |
| See man driving a 206 |
| I looked at the reg like «I know that plate!» |
| He don’t kick ball or look like a baller |
| I see man driving a 206 |
| Who told you that he kicks ball, blood? |
| Why’s man driving a 206? |
| «Like… like» |
| That’s all I ever hear from this bredda, «LIKE» |
| Sounds like a chick on my Insta, «like» |
| Talk about German whips all you like |
| But every time I hear your lyric I’ll be like |
| He said he had a German whip, so have I |
| So how come our whips don’t look alike? |
| Manaman drive whips manaman like? |
| Oh shut up, that ain’t the whip you like |
| Blood I’ve seen the whip you drive, it’s dead |
| I’ve seen the whip you drive, it’s dead |
| I’ve seen the whip you drive, it’s dead |
| You’re going too far with this Bloodline rep |
| Man got an X reg in red |
| That ain’t a German whip, it’s |
| I said that ain’t a German whip, it’s French |
| Seat belts fucked and your gear stick’s dench |
| Clutch is F’d, petrol’s red |
| Car full crums, boot is a mess |
| Winding down the windows with a wrench |
| WINDING THE WINDOWS DOWN WITH A WRENCH??? |
| How can your back seats feel like a bench? |
| Used to be skinny, got in your car |
| Turned the wheel once, came out hench! |
| «Man said he shots boxes» |
| Who the fuck said he shots boxes? |
| Look at him, you think he shots boxes? |
| Do you know how much a box is? |
| Knotted up weave, table cloth for a shirt |
| Holes in his socks and skid marks in his boxers |
| Do you really think he shots boxes? |
| You wanna know what he meant boxes? |
| Blood, he was on about Xboxes |
| Tvs, microwave, yeah dem boxes |
| Kettles, foreman grills, yeah dem boxes |
| He was in Argos stamping on, stamping on |
| Stamping on boxes |
| No, we weren’t carrying bodies, just boxes |
| He was in the warehouse stamping on boxes |
| That’s what he meant by mashing boxes |