Flush Raw

By Sox

Released on March 9, 2010

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Sent Butcher to clap this druggie

Man are broke and need to stack this money

Could've been broke all day

Now I'm smoking haze in the flats like pass this Skully

I swear down my past is gully

Found out my ex was pregnant so I went round to the Galla to blast her tummy

Four days after I bashed her mummy

Don't know that I'm texting others

My link's nice but her bredrins butters

Style and class with thighs and arse

I'll slide in naan and flex this cupboard

This girl don't want sex with rubbers

So if I breed it don't expect me to keep it

Done with the talk bout' feelings

This white ting's got bee stings

Remix

All boys are pricks that's what she thinks

But you're as fake as your earings

Don't hide with your gold plated piercings

Home made prom dress covered in sequins

Sweet ting

Try talking about meeting

Bitch, I thought we're all pricks?

Don't come around me talking your shit

Next ting, look

Y'alright Sox what're yam doing

I'm shotting these bags with powder in

I've got a ting in Brum like y'alright cocker

Come for a cuppa

You're welcome in

I'm a single Mum with a Son, but I need help with him

How does it? he ain't got nah bullets I've heard from Rob yim a muppet

This skunk is killer

Don't normally smoke buds on the bus but I don't give a fuck because I've drunk this liquor

I know she's clean so I'm spunking in her

I want something slimmer

Bitch try phoning my phone when I'm munching dinner

Next man telling her hubs I'm with her but you should've dumped him quicker

Switch

This skunk is smelly

Don't normally smoke buds on the bus but I don't give a fuck because I've drunk this Henny

Anyone tries, I'll buss this semi

When I feel touched, I'm edgy

That's right, I got my gloves on ready

Know that I'm better than half these mugs on tele

I'll lyrically dump on any

But show love when I think someone's heavy

You don't want to see love one buried

I make your girlfriend come get drunk in Smethwick

Happy her pum pum get wetted

You got no bars good luck sending a message

Sorry your signal's weak

I've got free texts that's how I link and beat

Come Winson Green get lean with me

Roll with a different team

Inject sleep in fiends with B's

And leave them a note saying "Yo what you want a reload make sure that you holla at me"

I want cash because I'm on it with P

But man want to clash like Bomma and D

So much gash that I'm swallowing sea

Not on it with you but she's on it with me

Wanted to link me tommorow and beat

I was like oh no bitch not you again

I like if you'd stop hollering please

It's bothering me

Don't care if you're offering weed

Got OZ's of cheese

I just came to doggy and leave

No long ting

You make me want to ring police and get some restraining order

Show your dad about pain and torture

Tied up watching me baits his daughter

Showerman, rain and water

Blaze up an eighth and quarter

You're a bait informer

You merk me? There's more chance of three Nigerian geezers in a mud hut wasting water

Creating trauma

Draw for the blade and bore you

Blaze this baller

Then start baitsing Laura

It's like I've got a craving for her

Seems my dick keeps aiming towards her

Tings make ladies sorer

You're a blatant pauper

Smash man's face with a plate and saucer

I'll leave brains brains in places

Heads get sprayed with gauges

Making an order

Yo

Where you been 19 years?

That's how I moved to this Chinese girl

I only fucked you for free Wing Wah

Dumb gunge I only used you for Yuk Sung

Said you was 20 this year but you look young

I thought I might as well

There's bare reasons I slide in gal, not just pleasure

Swear down Sox is clever

Badness man gwan with this year

Want to have labels phoning my phone

Hollering Sox for a signature

Gonna go in this year

Do tings overly big this year

Don't wanna breed no bitch this year

Don't wanna ex no kids this year

Living in focus, broken, homeless

Na blud. Want to make quids this year

Don't wanna shoot no sticks this year

But it's overly cold in the bits this year

Skip this year

If I died man won't miss this year

Ain't thinking about tings this year

Cah I ain't thinking with my dick this year

Nuff man recite my bars in park with the boys

While I'm in my yard with a joint

One ting and a steamers

Jump in the taxi to Lisa's now it's a threesome

I got the pengest Edam

Two draw leans ya's

Soon you'll be ordering Pizza's

I know the score already, the draw's so smelly the bitch wants more already

If I need dubplates call up Teddy

Back off my steamers like lets get more messy

And then watch sport on tele

Set Doors on Jenny, tell him to bore this Jezzy

Saying she's pregnant 2 years later

I bet the yute's been born already