Lyrics slowthai – Murder

Ey
Ain’t that some shit, ey ey
Straight boy fucking with them English, you know how we do
Straight, Straight, Brittish, yeah

I got the gift of the gab
I smoke a spliff then I dab
My brothers they sniff in the cab
Steaming, no feelings
Drinking I’m sicking it up
Fuck the toilet I’m sick on the couch
Sorry if this is your house
Give me water, I water it down
Scheming, sorry sorry didn’t mean it
Worry you’re soggy, let’s leave it
Soggy rich team on the Egypt
Voice my opinion, thought they’d listen
You’re not a bad man, you’re a boy in visions
Call my gang, deployed a missions
Roll with dogs, get boys a kitten (meow)

Murder
The shit that we do for our honor
Slow baby boy you’re a learner
I am an ox not a gunner
I hit my shots for Corona
I spot the ox in my runner
I do the jug and I duck off
Joke ‘cus the end got luck, cuff

I cought spliff in my hand
My girl keep the wrist laying hands
I mix a cig with the dank

Situations get irritating
Contemplating my 40 achres
Big yard, pet alligators
Pause in my heart so I’m chasing greatness
Barricade doors avoiding bailiffs
Chris to me just watched my trainers
Stereotype we belong in cages
Watch me not a monky
England, the jumanji
And we hungry, had to cut up
Lutch me cus it’s costly, I’m the one
Top 3 dons by me violating
Watch T cus it’s cocky
Everyday I clock peeps going north E on top
Cus I’m on T, man are just sheep
Call your ball pit, I’m bruce Lee
One for my mandem, one for my G’s, ey
I need the whole of a liter
I hold the nod like a reefa’
Shoulda done show on repeat, ah’
Skinny boy belly habina
Fletch had to serve as a peana’
So I just chill and play fifa
Chief weekend tryna call me over
Too smart like barka, dough like Homer
No luck need a 4 leaf clover
And it’s rat race, cat case or what, over
Southeast people get the cold shoulder
In the scolder like a range rover
Troy Rider catching sober
Looking green I’m Yoda
Set reloader, mic controller
Made a look in the city
Rolling in a baby stroller
He’s cold I’m so much colder

Soldier, beat up your olders
We bust gun every day
You need to wipe your nose bruv’

Loner I show you no love
Roll with my one through the roll cus
Mom, cus I’m sizzlin my bros up
And my wall’s truss’

Murder
The shit that we do for
The shit that we do for
The shit that we do for
Murder
The shit that we
The shit that we
The shit that we do for
Ey
Light your ?, David cameron in a mansion
Sniffing coke into my iPhone
What the fuck
What you saying with that ?, yeah
Hahaha
Barriba, señorita, mamasita