Letra de Selekta - Kyle Gordon

(Feat. Albie Wobble, Trixie B, Sidequest)

Albie Wobble

Representing Wellington-upon-Trent

We in here

Big up my man Nathan, coming through with the ganja

Rudeboy, mi want fi chat to me, gwaan

Selekta

Are you mental?

Comin' through on what I do

I never knew your crew be doo-doo

With the bum to the boom-boom

Bum-de, bum-de-bum, boom with the boom boom

What do you do? Put ya crew in a new blue tutu (Ooh)

Who mandem? Over by the chip shop? Yo, can't stand them

Then stab them, man go bonkers

With the Glasgow smile for the plonkers

Me nah stab 'em in the biscuit

Blood on me trainers? Nah, can't risk it

Pick up the skeng and ya mandem ran

Couldn't nick a hot pot pie off me nan

And if you wanna boogie, yo, let's tango

Hit 'em with the Rambo, right up in the mango

Take me to the yard if you can handle it (Brra)

Let's pop a mandy or I'll cancel it (Boom, oi, oi)

Them oglin' me baps

All through me Burberry (You-you what?)

I know you heard of me (You-you what?)

Boy

If you pop round in Bradford to Bethnal Green down to Bournemouth

I'll turn your ugly mug into porridge

I'm all rough and tumble

Million quid to get your Barney-Gumble'd

Looking for a tussle, head to the pub

Shaftesbury Ave for the rub and tug

Don't mind my Ps and Qs and my A to Zs

You want a toastie? I'm on me way to Greggs

So gonna pop for a fiver? That's a bargain

Knees up, not a fuckin' stroll in the garden

"Pardon?" Yeah, you lot are ponces

Piss off you poofs and you fairy nonces

You want this? Yo, I got your mum up on the pickle

Bonk the old bird till I tickle and I fizzle

And I got ya gran up in the middle

Pipe the old bag right down and get a diddle

Take me to the yard if you can handle it (Brrr)

Let's pop a mandy or I'll cancel it (Ayy, oi, oi)

Them oglin' me baps

All through me Burberry (You-you what?)

I know you heard of me (You-you what?)

Boy (Go on then)

Show me the wedge or don't you bother me (Don't be a fucking lemon)

Yain't worth a Sunday roast at Toby Carvery (Fuck off)

Don't start with me

And don't get smart with me (Fuc-fuck off)

You get no part of me (You-you what?)

Boy

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