Filthy Gears - Sandwich lyrics

[Intro: So Large] Yeah Best be on your best behaviour If I have to spend my savings Only the saviour can save ya, rah [Hook: So Large] Yeah, I'm larger than your average (large) I pay the striker's salary (kuff kaff kweff) I'll put bread on my beef (oof) Call that a rich boy sandwich (oof) Heavyweight, putting on calories (oof) I pay the striker's salary (kuff kaff kweff) I'll put bread on my beef (kuff kaff kweff) Call that a rich boy sandwich (oof) You ain't going H•A•M, you're a has-been (oof) You ain't going H•A•M, you're a has-been (oof) I'll put bread on my beef I'll put bread on my beef (oof) Put your money where your mouth is Come put your money where your mouth is (oof) I'll get bread on the street (kuff kaff kweff) So I can put bread on my beef [Verse 1: So Large] Rah, who dem ah ramp with? (ugh) Big long ting you'll get shanked with (mad) Man don't roll with no Stanley (big ting) You can't roll on my family (never) We've got shooters like Nasri (shooters) You ain't on the field, you ain't active (bap) Throw a man down with the javelin (run) Mek a boy run like an athlete (yeah) Cuh man ah man are from Shower Hamlets Copper machine from Hackney Blud, you couldn't walk a mile in my shoes (nah) [?] no bad feet (brap) They say that So Large anti (what?) Ask them to work this out for me (please) If I pull out the stacks and add P Who's gonna get subtracted? (rah) [Hook: So Large] Yeah, I'm larger than your average (large) I pay the striker's salary (kuff kaff kweff) I'll put bread on my beef (oof) Call that a rich boy sandwich (oof) Heavyweight, putting on calories (oof) I pay the striker's salary (kuff kaff kweff) I'll put bread on my beef (kuff kaff kweff) Call that a rich boy sandwich (oof) You ain't going H•A•M, you're a has-been (oof) You ain't going H•A•M, you're a has-been (oof) I'll put bread on my beef I'll put bread on my beef (oof) Put your money where your mouth is Come put your money where your mouth is (oof) I'll get bread on the street (kuff kaff kweff) So I can put bread on my beef [Verse 2: Ghetts] Man's thirty I ain't gotta get my hands dirty (ahh) Man's certi Man'll k** for me, I'm that worthy (rah) Ride out, mad journey Knife man, mad surgery (woo) Real life in rap verses (woo) When real life and rap merges (woo) It gets real like when packs surfaced (woo) Black tracksuits, black hearses (woo) Another service in black churches I don't wanna hear another word if a man's nervous (woo) I'm too bait Would've put a mask on but it's too late So I put 2K on your toupé I want a n***a gone today (ahh) No touché Soufflé, man, I do flay Case closed No jury, no suitcase (ahh) It's clear to me No Ray Charles, just Blu-Ray (ahh) Uh, lock arff the road White and blue tape, rah [Hook: So Large] Yeah, I'm larger than your average (large) I pay the striker's salary (kuff kaff kweff) I'll put bread on my beef (oof) Call that a rich boy sandwich (oof) Heavyweight, putting on calories (oof) I pay the striker's salary (kuff kaff kweff) I'll put bread on my beef (kuff kaff kweff) Call that a rich boy sandwich (oof) You ain't going H•A•M, you're a has-been (oof) You ain't going H•A•M, you're a has-been (oof) I'll put bread on my beef I'll put bread on my beef (oof) Put your money where your mouth is Come put your money where your mouth is (oof) I'll get bread on the street (kuff kaff kweff) So I can put bread on my beef