Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Trim Freestyle, artist - Trim. Album song Tunnel Vision Vol 2, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 31.08.2006
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Avalanche
Song language: English
Trim Freestyle |
Yeah, yeah |
Listen |
Yo, yo |
Creeper Volume 2 (Yeah, yeah) |
Trim (Trim) |
Roll Deep (Deeper) |
Big up Riko, big up Wiley (Wiley) |
(Riko Dan) |
Right now we’re moving alone (Yeah) |
Trim’s improving and wrong |
Yo |
Oi this tune’s fucked |
Roll Deep wrongin' (Wrongin') |
So test Trim, come on |
You be jet spray with lungs on |
I don’t care where you thugs are from |
You’re not thugged, where I’m from |
I know what you’re on |
You say that you, know what I’m on |
But you don’t know what I’m on |
If you knew what I was on, you wouldn’t screw and keep your eyes on |
You’d ride on |
See it’s my bandwagon, so climb on |
Or triple dragon might blind some |
Try and gun, I put knife in fire bum, higher gum |
Dad or mum |
Niece, nephews, daughters, sons, whoever comes |
It’s Trim, yeah (Whenever they come), the only one, yeah |
It’s funny you should say that |
No dough, but I like to pay back, couple O’s |
I do night and day jacks |
I throw blows, and make your face play catch |
Or we can play |
Couple stabs are it (Stabs) |
Or you can play bad, and have a couple lads for it |
Couple takes, it’s hmm, that quick |
It’s Trim, don’t act thick |
Sign on, shot bits, don’t do tick |
Peddle through the bits, bunning one or two spliffs |
My knife’s one or two, it’s named jiff |
And I don’t care if she’s your bitch |
God gave me eyes to look, so blud… I’m looking, yeah (Yeah) |
Trim, never wanna trim, never gonna trim, never on a trim |
When I’ve always got a gym |
Or Taliban, flow deep, I will damage man |
Make peeps on the galavan |
Taliban but call me Trim |
I say Taliban 'cause I’m a skinny thing |
And I’m Trim |
Not scared of no one, will swing, no I’m not scared to throw |
It’s thugged out Trim on a thugged out thing |
If you’re not thugged out, your thing, this ain’t |
You, you don’t wanna swing with this ape |
I’ll be linging at your gates like someone |
Grin in your face, then, leave your chin in your waist |
Fuck about, I’ll be on your case, I don’t mind a case |
I’m a MC you don’t wanna try and face |
I don’t lie, it’s late |
I get high and spray |
Girls try and date |
Asking if Will’s my mate |
But, some try and hate |
Their time is great |
But their rhyme is late |
Blud, I’m losing mates just moving weight |
Blud, it’s great, it’s trust (Yeah) |
And if anyone’s gonna get bun, they will |
If I don’t stop gunning, these garms, they will |
If they try to apply before guns, I will |
Star gun your mums on my own free will |
Run up in your drums, guns I will |
Make you bleed up, read up on mums will |
Need to keep up but, never will |
Watching forever will, so’s Will (So's Will) |
Yo |
All know people, so any prick can be lethal |
You got guns, I believe you |
But one day I will see you |
White, black, Muslim or Hebrew |
If you wanna fight, it’s cushty with me too |
Yeah my bullets idle |
They wanna be you, when me drive by, they wanna see you |
So let the bullshit continue and I’ll be in you |
See you on the sidle, can see if he try talk |
We go on the same wave (Wave, wave, wave) |
You’ll get burnt like Guy Fawkes |
Face with side hoods |
Make your blue sky grey |
Bring your neck to my hoods |
And take those by goods, revenge is okay |
Come back with your whole hood, it will do you no good |
Blud, be on your way |
See you on the outside, and see if you’re that hype, or talk the same language |
You’ll get air like kite, punch it like bike |
Hold a couple other sandwiches |
It’s Trim, that’s right, I’m here, you wanna fight? |
You be leaving with bandages |
I’m here to ride mic, not one bar shy |
And I do not sound like… yeah |
Creeper Volume 2 |
Trim |
Hah |
It’s fucked out here, trust me |