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Król Miasta (King of The City)
by ConVince
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CV, CV
Man like Vince, like
Can't stop the Ponglish fala
From your favourite janner
Most viewed in my own home city
Fuck them man if they don't fuck with me
Don't care if you live that life
Don't give two fucks if your tunes are dead
Dare man look man in the eye and try say the music bread is ments
Dem man ain't got what I got, they're capping
Decap man with a lens
Dem man should've kept to the trapping, given up rapping back in lent
My gyal, she's never been camping
Don't make sense 'cause the back's intense
The way she's throwing it back like a game of catch with the arse immense
Asked me would I clart her friends
Straight 10/10s, wouldn't pass on dem
Half them gyals got a man but they look like dogs, so I go let it bark on dem
Wiesz, że jestem królem miasta
Put you on a crewneck
Man cashed another two cheques but your money comes flat just like mazurek
Jesteś dupkiem, spierdalaj
Wchodze z hukiem
Man step correct when I clart him, got man asking, asking "who's next?"
Don't care what ends you rep
If your tunes are dead, better take it home
See my man out on a ped
But he's doing up leg if we make it known
Dem man ain't got it like me, no way
I work for whatever I own
Bro coming like Jay and Ye
I'm out for the day so he watched the throne
King of my city, trust me
True hustler and some, I must be
Money handsome but ugly
Don't bug me 'cause the lifestyle's lovely, lovely
Bad ting throwing it back just like rugby
I am not a gentleman, I'm not Bugzy
Gyal love me from London to Dudley
Sunken the bubbly, no one above me
See what I mean, I run the scene
If you don't agree then you're on your own
Man came with a bop and lean
And I copped a tee, you see Moschino
I reap what I sow
Bro can't speak on the phone
True say, I ain't top of my game but if you clock my flow then you know, you know, you
Wiesz, że jestem królem miasta
Put you on a crewneck
Man cashed another two cheques but your money comes flat just like mazurek
Jesteś dupkiem, spierdalaj
Wchodze z hukiem
Man step correct when I clart him, got man asking, asking "who's next?"
CV, CV
Man like Vince, like
Can't stop the Ponglish fala
From your favourite janner
Most viewed in my own home city
Fuck them man if they don't fuck with me
Don't care if you live that life
Don't give two fucks if your tunes are dead
Dare man look man in the eye and try say the music bread is ments
Dem man ain't got what I got, they're capping
Decap man with a lens
Dem man should've kept to the trapping, given up rapping back in lent
My gyal, she's never been camping
Don't make sense 'cause the back's intense
The way she's throwing it back like a game of catch with the arse immense
Asked me would I clart her friends
Straight 10/10s, wouldn't pass on dem
Half them gyals got a man but they look like dogs, so I go let it bark on dem
Wiesz, że jestem królem miasta
Put you on a crewneck
Man cashed another two cheques but your money comes flat just like mazurek
Jesteś dupkiem, spierdalaj
Wchodze z hukiem
Man step correct when I clart him, got man asking, asking "who's next?"
Don't care what ends you rep
If your tunes are dead, better take it home
See my man out on a ped
But he's doing up leg if we make it known
Dem man ain't got it like me, no way
I work for whatever I own
Bro coming like Jay and Ye
I'm out for the day so he watched the throne
King of my city, trust me
True hustler and some, I must be
Money handsome but ugly
Don't bug me 'cause the lifestyle's lovely, lovely
Bad ting throwing it back just like rugby
I am not a gentleman, I'm not Bugzy
Gyal love me from London to Dudley
Sunken the bubbly, no one above me
See what I mean, I run the scene
If you don't agree then you're on your own
Man came with a bop and lean
And I copped a tee, you see Moschino
I reap what I sow
Bro can't speak on the phone
True say, I ain't top of my game but if you clock my flow then you know, you know, you
Wiesz, że jestem królem miasta
Put you on a crewneck
Man cashed another two cheques but your money comes flat just like mazurek
Jesteś dupkiem, spierdalaj
Wchodze z hukiem
Man step correct when I clart him, got man asking, asking "who's next?"