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P.B.K.
917
Hip-Hop/Rap
P.B.K. was released on October 28, 2022 by TASTEO as a part of the album P.B.K. - Single
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Release DateOctober 28, 2022
LabelTASTEO
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM71

Music Video

Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
SB
SB
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
SB
SB
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Bkay
Bkay
Producer

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
(Rah it's BKay unah)
[Verse 2]
I was a hungry yute
Riding around, pedal bike, no coupe
Had a big fat what, big fat what
Big rambo, it was cute
Now I got loads of what, loads of what
Manna got loads of food
Was a pedal bike kid, pedal bike kid
Now man spins in a coupe like
[Verse 3]
I was a hungry yute
Riding around, pedal bike, no coupe
Had a big fat what, big fat what
Big rambo, it was cute
Now I got loads of what, loads of what
Manna got loads of food
Was a pedal bike kid, pedal bike kid
Now man spins in a coupe like
[Verse 4]
Spin your wig like a windmill
No games cah this shit's real
Do that, mash that, clap that, slap that
You know SB the real deal
You know I make them birds fly
Hit cells on the roadside
Grab the pack and then flip that, mix that
Hit shots till my phone dies
Weigh food till my hands ache
Abuse the ding dong till it breaks
Money, money, money haffi make
Quick spud, no handshake
That's how roadman shakes hands
Get tings and we make bands
Three cars tried roll into my block
See me and couldn't stick to their game plan
Come to the hill, sent straight back
Deal with the matter, back to the trap
I told them once, enough of the chit, enough of the chat
They don't wanna see SB dressed in black
No cap in my rap, I spit straight facts
These man cap in tracks to act bad
Even my family will tell you I'm mad, like
[Verse 5]
I was a hungry yute
Riding around, pedal bike, no coupe
Had a big fat what, big fat what
Big rambo, it was cute
Now I got loads of what, loads of what
Manna got loads of food
Was a pedal bike kid, pedal bike kid
Now man spins in a coupe like
[Verse 6]
I was a little shit
Blacked out whip, bally and gloves
Black wap, double tap, two slugs
Black knife, just tear through lungs
I was a little shit
On the block, just being mouthy
Active gang, man's straight rowdy
Now man's just skrrrtin' the Audi
Now man's swervin' in the whip
Four phones, bad bitch and a big spliff
One box of loud, two and a blue of the whiff
Remix the pack, but the ting still criss
Don't mean cross
Flip the pack one time and I'm gone
Piss me off, trust me it's long
Got more smoke than Cheech & Chong
Got more smoke than a steam engine
Possession on me with intention
Different sizes, dimensions
Different figures and equations
I ain't got time for no questions
No comment in the fed station
More links than a Freemason
I ain't got time to be time wasting
Nah
[Verse 7]
I was a hungry yute
Riding around, pedal bike, no coupe
Had a big fat what, big fat what
Big rambo, it was cute
Now I got loads of what, loads of what
Manna got loads of food
Was a pedal bike kid, pedal bike kid
Now man spins in a coupe like
[Verse 8]
I was a hungry yute
Riding around, pedal bike, no coupe
Had a big fat what, big fat what
Big rambo, it was cute
Now I got loads of what, loads of what
Manna got loads of food
Was a pedal bike kid, pedal bike kid
Now man spins in a coupe like
Written by: SB
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