Lyrics

Yo yo yo yo yo yo And it's Bru-C Hold tight the mandem raving a lot Hold tight the mandem raving a lot Hahahahaha Part two It's funny how they never wanna see me winning But I keep coming with bangers I done that from the beginning I been putting in the work And you've been putting in the chilling Now you're struggling in the deep end While I'm on holiday swimming I'm a lyric killing villain If I'm not rapping I'm singing Always got the vibe you feeling I go higher than the ceiling I got tricks like a magician I'm about to make a killing Ayo Banzai I think it's time we drop the fuckin' riddim Or shall we just keep it building up And building up again It is the wicked drum n bass Nah we ain't come here to pretend They be skanking in the week and Drinking up on the weekend Put your mother fucking hands up Cos' it's time to represent Let me drop it like a piece of litter Every time I speak I see the people waiting for the next lyric They'll see Bru-C deliver Dem man can't believe I'm iller Dead rappers I eat for dinner Funny how my name is getting fat And now I'm feeling bigger Turn it round and lick the titty Ride it down the liccle jitty I gettin skippy quickly on the riddim Got em feeling sickly Ain't got time to bill a spliffy I'm colder than a Mr Whippy British like a fuckin fish n chippy We go higher higher higher Step inside the place and we set it on fire Said you don't like Bru-C You're a liar I'm a top geezer, fuck danny dyer Gun fingers raisin up They go higher Flashin lights in the rave We get higher I say higher, you say higher Higher higher higher higher Mana get wavey on the weekend Dem boy lazy love to pretend Causin mayhem in the AM Might slide in a DM on the weekend 6AM I'm drinking green tea Then go training with the PT Play my tune n then repeat me MP3, Vinyl or CD Since 2 double 0 7 I've been around With tunes that make your jaw spin around I walk to the spot drink all the ciroc Go back to my hotel crawling around Glug Glug I'm forcing it down Afters link I'm calling it now I play hard but work much harder That's why I be talk of the town In the office with Declan@Krudd Rehearsals mean the sets have got good Don't big up ya chest I'm not shook Can't keep up with the levels I'm on blud Rhymes the best of all shine at festivals She rides the dicks n likes the testicles Don't eat food with high cholesterol Like my fruit n like my vegtables Keep thinkin the things you don't know I'm 10 out of 10 yeah so so You're girl wants weed, got power puff girl For the brain jus like mojo jojo Keep doing the things you can't do Heavy on the track lyrics you can't move I need to take a breather Lets call this one Inhaler part 2 What we tellin' them? yeah yeah yeah Hold tight the mandem raving alot Hold tight the mandem raving alot Let's get you up dough (Yeah yeah) Hold tight the mandem raving again Make sure you invest the papers you spend Don't surrender to the flavours n trends Flip what ya stacked like mate you're a gem Some man buy new plates for their benz Brand new house in their favourite endz It's cool to go out on a wavey weekend But get back on track n start racing again Hold tight the mandem raving again Hold tight the mandem raving again Hold tight Hold tight Hold tight Hold tight Hold tight the mandem raving again And it's Bru-C
Writer(s): Josh Dwight Bruce Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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