CORRECTAR LA LETRA

Letra : Anglo Saxon

Mad ting, mad ting
I'm in the field like Anglo Saxons
Joke man, don't ask for my ranking
Still cool with the killy's, no ramping
Cool kid, gyal say I looks handsome
Handsome, handsome
Man are lying on us about tantrums
Make a boy lay down, no planking

My darling's gorgeous
Becky with the good hair, flawless
madman, torture
Put thunder in your face, scorcher
I ain't ever been robbed, that's awkward
Tek one, left one, extortion
We don't do warnings or caution
Get smoked like Cali imported
Wait, someone's lying, innit
Me, I'm the truth, they mimic
That's forbidden (Muh, whoosh), get him
Beg me, I bet they leg it
Ski demon, for any reason we stretch it
Move so hard, they jealous
We see them, start swinging my arms like tennis
If I make bands then the killys dem fed
Yard man ting, pop corn then dead
Hold this, hold this, ski love bread
Henny I'm rolling, team no ments
Hoppin' out cars and jump off peds
If she love us and them, she a Jez
The only thing I hate more than them man there
Is a barbie that's rude and dead