"45 SMOKE" lyrics

Rise and shine, let's get it
Bumbaclart dickhead
Bumbaclart dickhead
I used to jack cars with a Phillips
Speak Patois in case somebody listens
And I got new boogs so the creps get christened
True they glistened
Now they pigeon, who are you kidding?
Get a next pair, now the shoe's more fitting
Council flat on a clingfilm ting
Wipe shoes on the mat, got new carpet
Nike tracksuit, got it for a bargain
Got mums in my ear like a drill sergeant
They say time is money, guess I'm biding mine
So I never walk alone like Merseyside
Your kilo come purcey-sized
Too many options, I can't decide
Always got a smile in crucial times
And I always ran wild, couldn't find my tribe
I used to rock
Lyle and Scott
Vile lil cunt from the eastern sides
Double N till the day I die
Keep doubling, tryna multiply
Money to me
Like shit for a fly
So I stay getting P 'cause the world is mine

(The 45 smoke) The whole world is mine
(The 45 smoke
The 45 smoke) Mine!
(The 45 smoke
The 45 smoke
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The 45 smoke
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The 45 smoke
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The 45 smoke
The 45 smoke
The 45 smoke
The 45 smoke)

'Cause I grew up 'round
Shottaz, coppers
Alcoholics drinking Fosters
Anabolic
Rage amongst us
Spliff no blunt
Here to buss you and your mums
Always rains, don't see no sun
Take me for cunt, get knife to lung
Do for fun, it's nothing long
People think I'm Satan's son

Shottaz, coppers
Alcoholics drinking Fosters
Anabolic
Rage amongst us
Spliff no blunt
Here to buss you and your mums
Always rains, don't see no sun
Take me for cunt, get knife to lung
Do for fun, it's nothing long
People think I'm Satan's son