Slags
Kurt Holes · Oi! You got a loicense for that? · 2024-06-13
The albumOi! You got a loicense for that?18 tracks · 2024
Lyrics
Step inna the spot with the kicks pristine Boy in the corner, living life like a dream North Face jacket, swagger so mean Spitting them rhymes, cutting through the scene Flick a switch, southpaw with the pen Dodging bullets, matrix in the den Eating beef, rare, with a side of zen Tuning deceivers, finding out when Brum streets, Wi-Fi signal low Corner shop deals, quick on the go Gold teeth glisten, pockets with dough Cinema scenes, catching that show Bus pass, Oyster topped to the rim Tea with the lads, watch the match, grim Plotting puns, internal scheme so slim Jacket potato, life's never dim Slags on the grind, hustle never ends London to Brum, messages we send Riding smooth, never need to pretend Born in the UK, breaking every trend Slags on the grind, hustle never ends London to Brum, messages we send Riding smooth, never need to pretend Born in the UK, breaking every trend Studio sesh, beats bumping hot Lyrics like bullets, never miss the spot Topshop threads, dripping with that plot Late-night pub, stories they forgot Spitting quick, verse sharp like a shank Mates backing, filling up the tank Won't see us, 'cause we move in the flank British rap royalty, breaking that bank Up the tempo, ride the double-time flow City nights, stars above aglow Crisps and lager, nothing to show Streetlights flicker, underworld's glow Subway tunnels, graffiti etched walls History written in urban sprawls Fast-paced rhymes, breaking all the calls Living legends, hip-hop utopia enthralls Slags on the grind, hustle never ends London to Brum, messages we send Riding smooth, never need to pretend Born in the UK, breaking every trend Slags on the grind, hustle never ends London to Brum, messages we send Riding smooth, never need to pretend Born in the UK, breaking every trend Studio sesh, beats bumping hot Lyrics like bullets, never miss the spot Topshop threads, dripping with that plot Late-night pub, stories they forgot Spitting quick, verse sharp like a shank Mates backing, filling up the tank Won't see us, 'cause we move in the flank British rap royalty, breaking that bank Up the tempo, ride the double-time flow City nights, stars above aglow Crisps and lager, nothing to show Streetlights flicker, underworld's glow Subway tunnels, graffiti etched walls History written in urban sprawls Fast-paced rhymes, breaking all the calls Living legends, hip-hop utopia enthralls Slags on the grind, hustle never ends London to Brum, messages we send Riding smooth, never need to pretend Born in the UK, breaking every trend Slags on the grind, hustle never ends London to Brum, messages we send Riding smooth, never need to pretend Born in the UK, breaking every trend