Bugzy Malone - Salvador lyrics

I’ve not got around to reading a Bible Still tryna lead them a worthy example So I know I gotta get married, it’s vital I was on one knee right under the Eiffel Holding a diamond bigger than a blueberry When I had a blackberry, it was survival That meant a flicky when anywhere I go All cause a rival took shots at me with a rifle [Verse] Blood on the tips on my fingers Done a Bruce Lee then I licked em’ Bit off the end of a spliff then I lit that I was on a carpet doing crunches tryna get me a 6 pack Dreams of me pushing his wig back Nightmares of me getting 26 in crown court Never been much of a shooter, but I’ll still bang off Ask them man that I kidnapped No comment all the way through an attempted M I didn’t even do Didn’t cop my phone, then I wouldn’t have been here Cause I would’ve got released this time last year And I can clearly remember Saying to .. that I want a short back and sides, a ‘tache and a beard Them man are airing my stripes, I told them put a line in my eyebrow, I’m a bad boy out here Me, I’m just sketching, into my sketch book I can forgive but I don’t forget much Let me just add an additional bit of perspective We would eat fish fingers with no ketchup Now we eat lobster and I’m in a tracksuit Sat in San Carlo and I’ve got an AP like I’ve been Narcos I’ve got a big business, there’s boxes at the cargo You’re looking at a mogul, I might sign me a younger that’s spitting on drill Teach him the business and make him a star, then build him up until I’ve made him a mil’ But don’t get it twisted, me I’ve had opps but I’ve beat everyone of them 3 or 4 – nil I’m looking at houses for 3 or 4 mil’ Even though I got a castle in the middle of a field I miss standing on the roadside with my hat pulled down so the cameras couldn’t see me I miss getting a bar on my pedal bike, they were the days where with shoeboxes full of money I miss having beef with a rival gang and having 25 of the mandem with me I miss getting along with my family, way back in the day when we had that little red Mini Looking like something out of the Italian Job I was in the weed game, now that this Cali and dog I would’ve sold out selling in bags or in little green tops, they can never keep up It’s mental versuri-lyrics.info I’m like a PlayStation 5 and their a Nintendo You might see my personality switch but I’ve never dropped a crumb, I’m no Kevin Wendell The way I’m speaking into the mic, like Salvador sketching in with the pencil I get deja-vu like Denzel I’ve got a Bentley but I can get tekky with a rental My God, that’s what the waiter said when I got on one knee Everybody clapping their hands cause a black guy getting engaged, you don’t see you just grow up And you’re lucky if your dad bothers to show Everybody wants to know you when you blow up And it’s a shame cah you reap what you sow and I already know [Hook] Still I’ve not got round to reading a Bible And I’m tryna lead by a worthy example So I know I gotta get married, it’s vital I was on one knee right under the Eiffel Holding a diamond bigger than a blueberry When I had a blackberry, it was survival Meant a flicky when anywhere I go All cause a rival took shots at me with a F**k offf