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Testo Buckingham Palace - Morrisson

Testo della canzone Buckingham Palace (Morrisson), tratta dall'album UK Drillaz

Look at who just came in

Morrison

The mink on my coat's all smooth like a baby's skin

It's real recognise real

So the real G's take me in

I just chucked my jeweller thirty

I'm moving like the white money making Mitch

I'm winning

Even though I lost so much

I sponsored the block with waps

Now I'm 'bout to make the block go nuts

I slipped up

Feds had me locked up in the cell again

I done an OJ Simpson and bussed that case

'Cause the feds lost proof like Eminem

I'm different

I ain't nothing like your average joe

One hundred trees and above

I don't do average growth

VVS stones in my necklace

I don't do average stones

I live in a luxury house, I'm up now

I don't do average homes

I do what I want when I want

No one can't tell me nothing

You don't pay my bills, you don't feed my kids

So you can't tell me nothing

All we know is hustle and trapping

All we know is run up in houses

Got a house full of Charlie and Harry

I got my trap looking like Buckingham Palace

I got my trap looking like Buckingham Palace

I got my trap looking like Buckingham Palace

I got my trap looking like Buckingham Palace

I got a house full of Charlie and Harry

I got my trap looking like Buckingham Palace

Hit a lick with the gang

Do equal splits with the gang

I take risks with the gang

I shed blood, sweat and tears with the gang

It's just me and my dargies

I eat with the same man I starved with

My drillers are hungry

If you're not with the team, you're a target

Look at him, he thinks he's Brad

Then they say "Look at him, he thinks he's black"

Fuck them, I heard - chased him and shot him in Peckham

The only thing that got shot was my weed

When I cut down twenty-something boxes of lemon

Now shut up

Stop with the rumours and gossiping

I promised yours will get richer and richer

And I pulled through with them promises

I'm shining

Got my brothers either side of me

All three of us are white

But we've still been labelled the IC3

All this pain and stress that I go through

Only God knows how I manage

I live my life on the edge

And I hope when I fall like the tower in Paris

Talking of Paris

Diss me, the hammers go bang

Man really wanna kill me

So I gotta roll strapped with a catch and sang

Un, deux, trois

Mad ting

Ex tramp getting rich off of trapping

I got bricks in my van like a builder

Plus I got trees in my tent like they're Camden

Luce got my back 'cause that's family

A's got my back 'cause that's family

Joey was locked on them landings

But he still handled them racks like he's Andy

Morrison

I got my trap looking like Buckingham Palace

I got my trap looking like Buckingham Palace

I got my trap looking like Buckingham Palace

I got a house full of Charlie and Harry

I got my trap looking like Buckingham Palace

Hit a lick with the gang

Do equal splits with the gang

I take risks with the gang

I shed blood, sweat and tears with the gang

It's just me and my dargies

I eat with the same man I starved with

My drillers are hungry

If you're not with the team, you're a target

I'm in a weed house full of trees

I got a sneaker box full of P's

I got your radio full of me

I was married in so much stress blud, I couldn't breathe

Thanks for the hustle

Thanks for the struggle

Thanks for the wars that I had

Thanks for the weapons that tore from my muscle

Thanks for the bullets I dodged

Thanks for the bullets that hit man

Thanks to you feds that nicked man

Thanks for all of my doors you kicked down

Thanks to you friends that snaked me

Thanks to you hoes that played me

Thanks to you people that's hating

Even though you don't even know me, you're hating

Thanks for them sleepless nights

In the trap full of plants and tents

Thanks for them years in jail

Laying on that bed that was hard as cement

Thanks to you nosy neighbours

Every time you phoned up feds

Thanks for them hard times growing up

When man used to laugh at the holes in my creps

But that shit made me a savage

And that savage shit got man rich

And I didn't spend a penny on myself

I stacked that shit and gave it all to my kids

Credits
Writer(s): Dennis Coles, Dominick Wickliffe, Justin Dante Cross, Jeremie Pennick, Justin Christopher Harrell
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