45 SMOKE Songtext
von slowthai

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)