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| Artist(s): | Potter Payper |
| Song Name: | Blame Brexit |
| File Type: | audio/mpeg |
| Category: | Foreign Music |
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Potter Payper – Blame Brexit Lyrics:
[Intro]
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[Chorus]
I grew up on 110s and Avirexes
Where it’s snowin’ all year, but it ain’t festive
Add a quid on a brick and just blame Brexit
We ain’t bringin’ out hammers that we ain’t tested
You could never be my wife, get your brain tested
We ain’t family, ain’t brothers, and we ain’t bredrins
I could’ve been a brick boy, but I just stay pebblin’
I gave Tony a pipe, he turned super gremlin
[Verse]
Me and Whispers on exercise brawlin’
I want your boy to back you, after you, I put it all in him
You ain’t never stood over a man after you sprawled him
And looked into his eyes and you can see his spirit callin’ him
I ain’t tryna smoke that, I’m tryna leave it curin’
There’s somethin’ ’bout straps, I need my own emporium
Tour time, you know I got the drillers in the audience
East End shooters like I manage Leyton Orient
Before rap, I had all the hood freaks in their drawers
Even when I used to sell crack and sleep on the floor
I’m known for poppin’ spots, I’ve got the streets in my pores
Got my knees in the mud and the keys to the door
I might take my little bitch and make a scene in Dior
Go and get myself nicked, fuck, I’ve been here before
Free man, unlock, gettin’ fed at my door
My next door just cries and bangs his head off his wall
They unlocked us one mornin’, he was dead on his floor
And the sad thing is, I forget what he’s called
I came home and hit the trap like, “Fuck rap, I’m causin’ carnage”
I had a cat who had a dog and newspaper for a carpet
I was knocking on bandos with the dotty in my armpit
G-checkin’ trappers, had them crashin’ into parked whips
There’s somethin’ about all this madness that I find calmin’
He’s a fly, I wouldn’t harm him, women think I’m charmin’
I can tell her, “Hold this,” and she won’t find it alarmin’
In the bando smokin’ Sterling, kitty smokin’ off a Carling
They hate me ’cause my past said they wouldn’t put it past him
Anywhere you see him, blast him if he’s on to our kid
We got all the money now, they’re at a disadvantage
They lookin’ at me funny now, I grew up disadvantaged
I used to get my kicks from Barking Market
But every single time we made a pound, we used to halve it
Tell me that you hate me, all the feelings that you harboured or your harbourin’
You know my lifestyle’s rather grim
And all my broskis scarred your skin
On sight, we ain’t bargainin’, I’m instantly carvin’ in the charlatan
And I’m killing rappers, embalmin’ ’em
I’ma need a taxidermist and a big room unfurnished
More money, more problems, more burners
You’re going out wrong, you’ve done yourself a disservice
I had coke in my Pyrex before they started dancin’ in their Nike techs
When they was all signin’ for some light cheques
I was on the M-way pack bang doin’ mileage
Real back in style, I never said it looked stylish
[Chorus]
I grew up on 110s and Avirexes
Where it’s snowin’ all year, but it ain’t festive
Add a quid on a brick and just blame Brexit
We ain’t bringin’ out hammers that we ain’t tested
You could never be my wife, get your brain tested
We ain’t family, ain’t brothers, and we ain’t bredrins
I could’ve been a brick boy, but I just stay pebblin’
I gave Tony a pipe, he turned super gremlin
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