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Slowthai - 45 SMOKE [Slowed]
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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
slowthai
slowthai
Lead Vocals
Michalis MsM Michael
Michalis MsM Michael
Programming
Blakie
Blakie
Background Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Kwes Darko
Kwes Darko
Songwriter
Tyron Frampton
Tyron Frampton
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Kwes Darko
Kwes Darko
Producer
Michalis MsM Michael
Michalis MsM Michael
Mixing Engineer
Tom Archer
Tom Archer
Recording Engineer
Joe LaPorta
Joe LaPorta
Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

Booyaka, uh Rise and shine, let's get it Bombaclaat (bomba), dickhead Bombaclaat (bomba), dickhead (bombaclaat) I used to jack cars with a Phillips Speak patois in case somebody listens (what was that?) And I got new boogs so the creps get christened True they glistened (uh) Now they pigeon, who you kiddin'? Get a next pair, now the shoe's more fittin' Council flat on a clingfilm ting Wipe shoes on the mat, got new carpet (uh) Nike tracksuit, got it for a bargain Got mums in my ear like a drill sergeant They say time is money, guess I'm bidin' mine So I never walk alone like Merseyside (uh) Your kilo come purcey-sized Too many option, I can't decide (bah) Always got a smile in crucial times And I always ran wild, couldn't find my tribe (uh) I used to rock Lyle & Scott Vile lil' cunt from the Eastern sides (uh) Double-N 'til the day I die Keep doublin', tryna multiply Money to me like shit for a fly So I stay getting P 'cause the world is mine The .45 smoke, the .45 smoke (the whole world is mine) The .45 smoke, the .45 smoke (mine) The .45 smoke, the .45 smoke The .45 smoke, the .45 smoke The .45 smoke (bah), the .45 smoke (bah) The .45 smoke (bah), the .45 smoke (bah) The .45 smoke (bah), the .45 smoke (bah) The .45 smoke (bah), the .45 smoke (bah) 'Cause I grew up 'round shotters, coppers, alcoholics Drinking Foster's, anabolic Rage amongst us, spliff, no blunt Here to buss you and your mums Always rain, don't see no sun Take me for cunt, get knife to lung Do for fun, it's nothing long People think I'm satan's son Shotters, coppers, alcoholics (bah) Drinking Foster's, anabolic (bah) Rage amongst us, spliff, no blunt (bah) Here to bust you and your mums (bah) Always rain, don't see no sun (bah) Take me for cunt, get knife to lung (bah) Do for fun, it's nothing long (bah) People think I'm satan's son (bah)
Writer(s): Kwesi Darko Obiri, Tyron Frampton Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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