Feltz Artist - Before I'm back (*) lyrics

(Feltz) Ok, let me go dog on this beat If I'm a dog i got your girl of her feet Munch on her just like a feast They say I'm a freak, but I'm a f**ing beast f** it, give me the pee's and the piece Ok I'm out for the Gee's and the key's It be Bang Bang to the nits and the flies You can get stung if you f** with my b's And the b is bu*tzy Nothing round here is lovely She wants to f**, i call it a f**ery She blows herself up, misery loves company Huuh they wanna f** with my team What are they gunning g? Im sick of the cream But it keeps coming in I've got the dottie to your beam For you to breath your be struggling You got soldiers well mine are doubling Double barrel AKA the crazy twin Twin turbo like I'm doubling Double blunt, double girls, I'm f**ing em In f**ing em, can't get enough of em There' so much of em, i think I'm stuck with em If I'm stuck with em, theres no love for em Cos ill duck out straight after f**ing em Then i plant my nut in them In my palace just like buckingham I ain't the feds, but I'm cuffing em I ain't gambling, but I'm bluffing em If there p**y juicy, I'm s**ing em My minds so sharp, i turn, I'm cutting em Get the food, then I'm juggling From a young age, I've been hustling Skinny boy, but i bring the muscle in My whole team you can't f** with em Then i kilt this till its over Her toung numb like she's on the nova We f** on, the table, bath and sofa Thats a hatrick dawg, call me zola Im in her throat, like coco-cola Trapping of, the motorola We keep it nike, you boys are gola We live the high life, you boys are living lower I've got the power, smoking on the f**ing loud I swear im so high, I'm f**ing with the clouds And how, can you talk sh**, to diareah? Welcome to the Sewer town I tell em BB over iPhone, cos i think Siri the feds And when i get my food, i get a top up i got cred My bars will cost you an arm and a leg We smoke weed everyday, but instead we tell em SWED We got clips and the hair clipper So come and get your hair cut If you got bits i want a picture If its nice ill give it a bear hug I'm a skinny boy that don't mean sh** Cos ill call my boy he'll pop your lip Bring an army, were bring sticks U got BB's were fully clipped Kick your legs then your on a fully trip Hold tight Psycho, the mic's what we rip Revs came to my B-day got drunk he was sick But we party till theres no more sh** Then we take a walk to the shops Still can't trust the cops I wouldn't walk through my blocks The whole army got sh** on lock Smashing out these beats Feed me rappers like Kapeesh I'm hungary for the eats Your remember me, at the d**h of me d**h of me i was born dead And if you see me ill be dressed in all red Been dangling of the edge But i didn't take that step Have to shout out Sanjay She says she loves she's on mandy She wants the rapper not the candy Man sometimes these hoes are handy There so handy they love that head But i just love the chef I am sick, i need all the meds I'm at a low but i ain't depressed Wheres the spliff let me hit the runway I ain't a k**er but i love gunplay You boys are just a bunch of sh** stains We run laps your in the pit lane Were on the pitch your on the bench You boys talk sh**, just a bad stench She rubs my back, when it feels tense She got 5 things, i called it sense [Finished]