Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Bronx In A Six, artist - Sleaford Mods. Date of issue: 23.07.2015
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Bronx In A Six |
| Bronx in six |
| Bronx in six |
| He never gave any refunds to his mates |
| Now he wonders why he sits in his big house all on his own |
| With all his plastic and nice painted plates |
| Bronx in a six, let’s do a one skinner you ten bob |
| Laughing me head off at the old cows that grazed on grass from the boom |
| It soon turned its jet on ya face and boom |
| Burnt you Puff Daddy, it maced ya bastards |
| Good, I fuckin' laugh like fuck at ya wannabe labels, shoots on location |
| Cut blokes in stables ra, ra, ra |
| All ya chinny wine tasters die in boxes like the rest of us wasters |
| Bastard, I fucking tie ya veins round ya Vans limited edition |
| Stitched tongues, bond street like the Von Bondies |
| You got slapped up right, I wouldn’t fuck about with Jack White |
| You’re a jammy slug, missed the salt |
| A twat with nine lives |
| You’re a lucky little tit cake, die, die, die |
| Bronx in a six |
| A single skinner, how’s tricks? |
| Bronx in a six |
| A single skinner, how’s tricks? |
| I couldn’t give a fucking shit what you think about me, cunt |
| What ya saying now? |
| Where’s ya wife? |
| Ya kids? |
| Ya house? |
| You ain’t got none you silly billy |
| All gone quiet on the wanker front |
| Gary Cooper’s on the clue cause he stuck to his guns |
| Radio edit, oh it’s so nice |
| Lauren Laverne keeps playing tumbling dice |
| Just like you with ya Maharishi shoulder bag |
| Walking the strip like you fucking own the path |
| You wonder why you got no mates? |
| You pretend to be proud of ya own culture |
| Whilst simultaneously not giving two fucks about ya own culture |
| What culture? |
| Fuck culture, the blueprint for all control |
| On the dole, money monk, the monastery’s faint flicks of reference |
| Paint a vague idea, a pound in the fruity |
| Fuck lolly on that scale you cunt, you’re mugged |
| The money monks saying its prays on bank books |
| Bronx in a six |
| A single skinner how’s tricks |
| Bronx in a six |
| A single skinner how’s tricks |
| I knocked ya shit vase over one night |
| I think you was boring women, you slag off about some buying trip to Hanover, |
| alright |
| Lobbing out the posh nuts and fucking weird fruit as some appetizer |
| Clean white tiles, a view to the garden, a room with a poo |
| I nicked all ya takings and ya fucking mates coke too |
| Bringing women 'round then bragging about the conquest |
| With ya pot belly Helmut Lang white vest |
| Autumn, winter 2002 mind fest |
| Bronx in a six |
| A single skinner, how’s tricks? |
| Bronx in a six |
| A single skinner, how’s tricks? |
| Bronx in a six |
| A single skinner, how’s tricks? |
| Bronx in a six |
| A single skinner, how’s tricks? |