Текст песни Oi Mate (Donaeo vs. Youngs Teflon) - Donae'o & Youngs Teflon

Oooh-oh-oh-oh
Yeah
Donae'o
Jheeze
Oooh-oh-oh-oh
Youngs Teflon
Zooga

Oi mate, look mate
Shut your mouth
Shut your mouth
Oi mate, look mate
Shut your mouth
Shut your mouth

I get busy
God's gift, so awesome, shag Lizzie
Started writing bars first time I heard Dizzee
"I Luv--" No girl, I love Lizzy
Stop that, start that, get that, what
Make a boy do star jumps for his watch
Beat two shots man skip and hop
If I like your chick I might tell her man swap

And again
You man are like "we set the city alight"
So please don't be silly, my city is gritty with triggers and knives
So don't play with your life
Cause everything here has a price
You will be gone for a couple of one by the end of the night

Artist with my knife, manna Skepta
Black Tré deuce, man'll Wretch ya
From 159, baddin' inspectors
When we was out stealing Fiestas
New day, now it's major cake
Played my cards right, I'm Major Ace
Whipping in the kitchen, I've scraped the plates
Gs in my bloodline like Papes and H

Welcome into this dark side
Demons are out after half nine
Pussy, money and drugs, rollin' with thugs, this is the fast life
My niggas are past knives
We get it in when it's hard times
Ain't nothin' sweet, we're lookin' to eat, you're lookin' like fast food

Prisoner of beef, I'm a war crier
My blazin' squad set more fire
Lethal with my flicky you're a neek doe
Fiends say I've got that Ozzie B flow
Rollin' in the D with Maxwell
Muay thai kick, I'm a black belt
Real D boy, so my knuckles, dem ashy
Still slam girl in doggy, shout Bashy

Shouts to my niggas in Pen lock down
Shouts to the road man roaming around
Shouts to my nine-to-fivers round town (oh-oh-oh-ohhh)
Shouts to the females all over the world
Hold your head high and know your own worth
You deserve finer diamonds and pearls (oh-oh-oh-ohhh)

I'm just a yute from the ghetto
Red cup and the 'ting in stilettos
I love mummy more than the world
But I was pissed off when she used to send me Netto
Trill shit, nobody never warn ya
I'm the one who the dons beatin horn for
That's me in my Js on my ones
In the slums tryna make a milli, came from a corner

To da bang like buddup
Run your mouth and you'll get two buddup
Side of the head piece bang and buddup, collapse, buddup, buddup
To the boof like buddup
You'll get banged in your mouth like buddup
Teeth all over the place like buddup, collapse, buddup, buddup

I smoke loud packs what's a little D
Plus I'm good in the booth, ask Little Dee
R-I-P, N.E., that's essential
Riddim rider, I sex instrumentals
Don't make me aggy
I'm still the backstreet bully in the bally
And I have the .8 in my trackie
Lil pup, hella heart like Scrappy

Like tic-tac-toe, I'mma get that dough, and I'mma do it like all day
I make my P, rain, snow or sleet and I'mma do it like all day
I'mma say this blatant, I'm sophisticated and I do it like all day
And if you don't know, you better get to know, because I do it like all day

I roll deep with the crooks and the sinners
Who ate the pies? I'm Wiley at dinner
I just serve and deliver
See man driving a German Whizzer
Sick shot, German spinner
Turn man to a swerve and dipper
Roll with the young boys when I do shows
Got my hammer on a car, serve and liquor

See me, I'm a don
Can't penetrate my chest, armoured on
Make the beat like crop, farmer don
Stand on my own two, walk alone
Soldier, I walk alone
I back my chat, talk alone
Don't share no bang, fuck alone
Beat, till she can't walk no more

Yo, I used to be Tinchy, had a ruff squad
MZ them days was on job
I run the city while your dons jog
Still get hassle from the gun squad
The flitty on the wall to the rainers
Balls in the sock, and the sock in my trainers
Little man I been famous
You can get your head out your anus

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