Wednesday 4 January 2012

Yungen, Konan & Krept - The Motto Lyrics


Yungen, Konan & Krept - The Motto (Play Dirty) (Official Net Video). Follow Krept, Konan and Yungen on twitter. Directed by Urban Flash. Playhard Entertainment. Subscribe to this youtube channel for all the latest Krept & Konan NOWW. Lyrics and Video below.
Yungen, Konan & Krept - The Motto Lyrics:
[Yungen]
I’m the fuckin man got the team about
Bear masks give you something to scream about
Her high jeans look good so I clean her out
Waking up with the same girl you dream about
Some one tell em don’t sleep on me
Need my own room she’s getting too sweet on me
Someone tell sunny Jim I got the heat on me
Gully dog for anybody tryna creep on me
Yeah court give em more energy
I be tryna pitch if I ever see an enemy
Whistle on the end boy I coulda been a referee
Put him on the spot I make that clown pay the penalty
Bloow red dot leg shot head top
Heard he fling stones catch him slipping make his bedrock
Talking all that talk boy you can meet the death drop
All your gonna see is flash bombs if I ever make the lead pop
Whoa that’s a bit too much COD turn off the computer back onto the job
Play dirty money first I thought you knew the squad
If your talking punch lines then your boxing with the Gods
Still up on the blocks tell the young ones make cheddar
Fuck the gang banging shit get your cake better
They say I gone soft you can hate bredda
Fuck being boxed missing Mayweather
[Konan]
They’re ain’t no comparing
N***** can’t stand it cause they’re all cheering
Phone me on O2 and wonder why I’m airing
Too busy getting head and I ain’t sharing
Chick chick staring I don’t need a girl
Repping for my home town tryna get a deal
Oh well probably think I failed cause nearly everybody over here’s been jail
Well Tro told me get dough
But I been getting paper before I met Tro
Hollered at Lewis mate them all let go
Now they go Sainsbury’s cause they don’t wanna test Ko’
From the get go I been the man yo
I be eating your grands call it Nandos
Cause I ain’t got Bentleys and Lambos
Tryna see notes so I took his P and O’s
I ain’t cash money but n***** better rate me
Cah Feds wanna bird man and girls want my baby
This ain’t Eastenders and I ain’t Stacey
But they Cat the swag cause my jeans look crazy
C used to be a pimp now he buns b
Probably why my dons got a phone full a junkies
Oh my God
Cally look at my my Uggs
[Krept]
Swag outta space what am I looking at you for
Got a lot a kicks cause I’m always Judo
Where the good girls where’d they all go
Ask Jason they’re all hoes
Where them G’s at look properly them G’s us don’t cross me
Don’t hype with your don please
Pull it out you’ll leg it together
Knock knees
Or kidnapped keep talking
Get taped in a box Walkman
My N***** lights sticks nothing the you candle
Might back shots if they have to jack Daniels
Jip days mind frame was rowdy
Arab n***** Suadi
Or role up with A4 beat shots then I’m Audi
That’s the old me now I progressed
It’s music we fucking sell
Phone sex
Birds wanna bread wanna know Krept
Like two minutes they want two OZs
Yeah she wanna screw so I’ma nail her
And if she wan Krep well I’ma trainer
She heard I got chips so I’ma Cain her
Had her tongue on Krept so I laced her

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