Download Lagu Marky B - Marky B x Becce J - Where Did You Go? (Prod. Ten10 Beats)

Lirik Marky B x Becce J - Where Did You Go? (Prod. Ten10 Beats)

Pullin' up in a seat Ibiza
Lookin' for Kent I'm here to beat ya
JD in the driver's seat
Goin' sick on the bend, I'm sick on the beat
And the birds out wanna play me on repeat
Come suck my dick and then I'll retreat
You said that you love me, you met me once
I went straight for dessert, so I skipped the lunch
Spin a quick verse I'm a lyric machine
Know me and the team are runnin' the streets
And when I drop bars go sick on the beat
Go sick on the rhythm, I'm bringin' the heat
I know that I flow the best
I got random birds that'll show their breasts
And then when I go sick there'll be no contest
No Fortnite ting, but I open the chest

Rip up the mic and I'm back again
And I'm on the back wheel of a KTM
Me and the boys were goin' graftin'
And were all blacked out creepin' through your ken
I seen a key for a RS3, me and the boys we scranned it easy
Put my foot to the floor, we were gone, not comin' back
Tread the roads like a F1 track
With the West Roy boys and we'll do it like that
Check that, get back
Rippin' on the mic and I'm soundin' fat check that (check that)

BD18 to the BD10, if I see a nice car, I'ma pree that ken
I'm chillin' on Sandorm Drive
Oh wait, I'm chillin' on West Roy Drive

Out tonight and we're raidin' kens
And were takin' cars like Mercedes-Benz
And I'm goin' sideways at Five Lennes
And I'm hittin' eighty round every bend
High powered kissin' my arse end
Put my belt on and I try to blend
And then the blues come on and I begin to send
This police chase, yeah, it's about to end
And I swerve a car then I swerve a bus
And then I take the corner like garna mush
Check D's on the mic and my bars are flush
Check D's on the mic and my bars are flush

I'ma kick back, they got a spliff wrapped
If they send shots I'ma hit back, 'cause I never risk that
And now I've gotta move to choose
Do it by some ears or an ounce of blues
Either way jump in the whip blast tunes MC
Then cruise cause that's how we do
It's the Bradford Crew
I don't fight that much so I fuck that shit
But if you send jabs I will duck that shit
Make pure bangers and I cook that shit
Any come for the scrap got bannged or shit
Speedos gon' past the last number
You're wantin' beef, I've come to confront you
You might catch me on a PCX
I've been writin' bars I'ma heat the decks
And then I wanna go sick on the beat and repeat
And I'm down for the beef
When I fight on the street
You know me and the four page gang
Linkin' a West Roy gang
Make that bang
(Make that bang)

On a house five I'm back on the track
Got two bad B's, their sat in the back
Come to my gaff I'm attackin' her back
I'm attackin' and rackin' and buildin' a stack
I drive cars but I don't have a license
If I see blue then I run from sirens
When I drop bars, I'm the best you know
Because I still make rhymes when the beat is silent
That's me I begin to blend
If a man pipes up, I begin to send