Lyrics Whose Laughing - Poundz

Whose Laughing

Don’t talk on my name you’re a minor, I’ll run you down in my sliders
What’s wrong with this washed out yute, you ain’t done no drill so you must be
a hider
(Don') Don’t claim that’s the life you live, with your eyebrow’s pierced you’re
a skateboard rider
You’re so broke can’t switch up you clothes, got holes in you socks I’ll dash
you a fiver
What a dumb little fuck, are you mental?
I’ll put the metal to you mouth no
dental
How the fuck can you share mans clothes in your rasclart vids, your cheap
little rental
You’re a reject numerous times, you ain’t from the 12 you’re a clown like
Dead-Pool
And if you ain’t got a wap it’s long you can’t beef man 'cause the sawn-off's
dreadful
You’re a neek and you feet dem stinking you can’t ride in my wave keep sinking
I know you girl wanna hold this dick I’ll nut in her mouth, like the bitch was
drinking
You ain’t half as cold as me so you’re my son what the fuck are you thinking?
Better call me dad when you see me and change dem shoes cause you foot dem
mingin'
How the fuck can I take your flow when you be my son and I’m your dad?
You should’ve thought about drawing me out, go buy some lynx you’re a fucking
tramp
How you talk about scoring goals, and you don’t even play for the 12 that’s mad
You ain’t worth my time like notes
I tell a man sit back down in you pram
I tell a man sit back down in you pram
You can’t Diss man, man area mad man
Kill a MC with a mic in hand basic bars you’re a basic man, tear up beats yeah
I’m way too ham
I know my son wanna be like dad
I know you ain’t down for the beef like 5 guys you ain’t never held or seen no
waps
You ain’t never held or seen no waps
You’re Airforce 1's Dem creased to the max
Really could of brought you a new pair son like, all you had to do was ask your
dad
And if you’re really gonna take mans flow beg little man, just bring that back
I know I’m like Lukaku up front and you’re like Benteke your shit don’t bang
I can teach you my flow just ask, I can book you a private class
Just show up at half past nine and I bet that you’ll leave with a damn A*
Don’t talk about best in drill you only get views cause you’re up mans arse
Even if I got white boy wasted I put it on my life, I’ll done your dance
Don’t talk on my name you’re a minor, I’ll run you down in my sliders
What’s wrong with this washed out yute, you ain’t done no drill,
so you must be a hider
Don’t claim that’s the life you live with your eyebrow’s pierced you’re a
skateboard rider
You’re so broke can’t switch up you clothes, got holes in you socks,
I’ll dash you a fiver
What a dumb little fuck, are you mental?
I’ll put the metal to you mouth no
dental
How the fuck can you share mans clothes in your Rasclart vids, your cheap
little rental
You’re a reject numerous times, you ain’t from the 12 you’re a clown like
Dead-Pool
And if you ain’t got a wap it’s long you can’t beef man 'cause the sawn-off's
dreadful