Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Swammy, artist - Rapture 4DDate of issue: 05.07.2018
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Swammy |
| Uh, uh, uh |
| Sick, sick, sick, sick |
| Sick, sick |
| Demon ting |
| Gonna get murked |
| 28 shots in the side of the Merc |
| 28 shots in the car, 28 shots in the front of the car |
| Back of the car, under the car |
| 28 shot from far, 28 shots in his arse |
| Cuh your arse ain’t bulletproof |
| Put the last bullet in his face |
| Switch like ooh, ooh |
| I worship the guy with horns on his head |
| Not thorns on his head |
| I was talking with uncle about some big food |
| But I will never report what he said |
| You can never try shot me an extortionate Z |
| Tek that, all the rest and all of your bread, that’s clean out cupboard |
| Says he flogs work but no, he doesn’t |
| Living off gyal, that’s a washed ting |
| Be your own man, no pain, no gain |
| Tryna get a boxing on the rocky |
| Tryna earn money is my favourite hobby |
| Like a hand ting but I love a dotty |
| 'Cause I know I’ll leave you slumped in a lobby |
| Gyal dem piper like Roddy |
| But I’m not him, he’s a nobody |
| And if a man ever try move shoddy |
| Haffi spin on niggas' back like turbo |
| Said he’s got loud but no one ever heard though |
| He was just trapping on records |
| I’ve got that trunch that will open your eyes |
| And the black ting on the Guinness World Book of Records |
| That’s that sushi |
| Real life, this ain’t no joke, Belushi |
| Late night, Mandy’s scoping a movie |
| Hole in key, I’m tryna take Lucy |
| Gave Nina away 'cause she’s bookey |
| Cost me one-two but I made two-three |
| Man will bun you if you try boof me |
| Risk my freedom to mek a one-two P |
| Man won’t tek that, didn’t even shoot me |
| Can’t tell me 'bout mash and not boot it |
| Can’t tell me 'bout trap, I move two tings |
| So I shot, make prof', keep it moving |
| Gonna get murked |
| 28 shots in the side of the Merc |
| 28 shots in the car, 28 shots in the front of the car |
| Back of the car, under the car |
| 28 shot from far, 28 shots in his arse |
| Cuh your arse ain’t bulletproof |
| Put the last bullet in his face |
| Switch like ooh, ooh |
| Gonna get murked |
| 28 shots in the side of the Merc |
| 28 shots in the car, 28 shots in the front of the car |
| Back of the car, under the car |
| 28 shot from far, 28 shots in his arse |
| Cuh your arse ain’t bulletproof |
| Put the last bullet in his face |
| Switch like ooh, ooh |
| Look |
| Every corner of this block, I done dirt |
| Pussy boy said he’ll kill me |
| On my life, he’ll dead first |
| Trippy drums, just whip, whip |
| That TT, he’s an expert |
| Everyday, same fuckery |
| Get money, G, then head burst |
| Call my phone, no network |
| Too underground, get bread works |
| Treat your bitch like buttons |
| Buttons, man just press her |
| I smoke this stinking loud |
| Till my chest and my head hurts |
| Young boy out there slanging those packs |
| Packs till his legs hurt |
| Bad gyal wan' give me neck, uck, neck |
| Till her neck hurts |
| Babylon getting me vexed |
| So vexed, I skrrt skrrt |
| Nick me for failing to stop? |
| Yeah, right, I done worse |
| Man get money from London, Bristol |
| Liverpool, even Dunkirk |
| Country |
| Get rid of food, then spend that money on dingers |
| Bullets and burners |
| Fuck up your block with bare can’t-by |
| Man fuck up your bloodclart German |
| Bring out the young boy, come on a drill, G |
| There’s nuttin' better than learning |
| Look how the python’s sick |
| Gun smoke, barrel just turning |
| Gonna get murked |
| 28 shots in the side of the Merc |
| 28 shots in the car, 28 shots in the front of the car |
| Back of the car, under the car |
| 28 shot from far, 28 shots in his arse |
| Cuh your arse ain’t bulletproof |
| Put the last bullet in his face |
| Switch like ooh, ooh |
| Gonna get murked |
| 28 shots in the side of the Merc |
| 28 shots in the car, 28 shots in the front of the car |
| Back of the car, under the car |
| 28 shot from far, 28 shots in his arse |
| Cuh your arse ain’t bulletproof |
| Put the last bullet in his face |
| Switch like ooh, ooh |