HB Freestyle

Lyrics

[Intro: Joey Clipstar] Joey Clipstar, HB Freestyles Now, my guy Taze is here For a HB Freestyle Im excited about this one, so i dont even wanna talk to much I juss wanna get into it, so lets get into it [Verse 1: Taze] Sav too mad, just sav them, run, ketchup them man then grab them Temper tantrums, mans on action, rude boy better not mad them Do the mash to the fraction, chatting with bros, you rob or 'ttached them Brownin' callin' me brown and handsome, I won't even give a reaction Try run up and turn wicked, grown or midget, flip mans pivot You rap the life but don't live it, yes, I did it, wish I could bill it And let me state some facts I did hop off the bike and swing for hats I'm over-gassed Hit yard, I was over-frassed All man save cans for piece of trash Garbage, garbage Boy try run up and got tarnished, tarnished, these time I wasn't a artist Hardest, and I was vex when I got him in his neck Cah these time I swang where his heart his, and I still gotta chase this cheque Cause these times I'm looking morgage, morgage Hate the gang their just crassis, crassis Talk the talk but won't work it Who hop out and try bark it? Who got caught by Deptford market? Go over there and chance it That's hop out the whip, not park it I didn't get this for free, I grafted I love when they call me a artist Cah when I back my shit, it's like rahted Look, when I back my shit, it's like rahted, rahted Thought I'm quit, I'm like rahted, rahted Man came back and just charted Look, man came back and just charted, charted Who put holes in them bastards, bastards? Officer, I'm a artist Chestshot, see a man departed Shut down Leicester, Brum, Liverpool Man soon shut down Cardiff And I ducked down so many opps, now I'm tryna work out who the fastest And I love a jiggle on my light skin ting, but my brownies ass, the largest Fattest, fattest, fattest If you hold this wap, I don't care what no one says Baby girl, you're the baddest Back that, see the whole of them vanish Fat back and she's chatting in Spanish Bu-dum-bu-dum-bum, jeet and damage Bu-dum-bu-dum-bum, jeet and vanish I ain't even gotta get managed, still got rocks in the T, no lavish That's rocks in the T, not seaside He got a chestshot, then he got revived I got nicked, NFA not re-tried On sight anyting from B-Side Lewisham, Southwark and then Bricky, Bricky Back my sutin', Imma get silly If you back your sutin', but don't miss me, miss me Step over there, I'm risky Jeepers, Creepers, grease and put slugs in beaters Sneeze and put slugs in eediots Got [?] one in his t-shirt Head, chest, back or belly Murder On My Mind like Melly A nigga got a face shot like Nelly Roland, just got a call from Kelly, Kelly And the opps dem know about pain How much have them got got down Pain Street Backroad or them main streets They dashed but I can't change neeks Heads and Shoulders, not no shampoo, I'm tryna change neeks They dashed but I can't blame neeks They dashed but I can't (Whsshh!) [Outro: Joey Clipstar] Fumez The Engineer Mad, mad mad mad mad Taze, Joey Clipstar, HB Freestyles Who should we get next? Lemme know, Drop it in the comments But until then, we're gone