Tom Scott - Purple Mink Suit Rap. (feat Wes & Dirty) lyrics

WES I reach heights like satellites spaced like Pluto, still pushin weight like a Japanese sumo Honda accord Euro,transport the pseudo,we everywhere outchea,f** where ya crew go,we número uno,if you ask me,top mc's in NZ,ARB,and I'm W To the Es from BDs,designing fly rhymes is the easiest,my click too live two guns up in the sky storm the beehive put a bullet between John ke ys eyes,trust me,most of u rap cats disgust me,while Ya girls drink coffee and discuss me,I'm in the kitchen mixin ,so i proceed to sippin,nibbling karage chicken listening to it was written,gotta fresh Nas fade cut yesterday,Parked side Ways in the liquor store driveway,nobody can dictate,what i embrace,so get yA sh** straight dick face,suede wallabee creams and carharrtt jeans riding round in Europeans legendary human beings,and we always gonna be them rebels,over turn every stone and pebble,till I reach a higher level,but till I'm old and grey or in a grave My heart it remain in central in all day ayyye SCOTCH Synth smooth. move like a pimp move Purple mink suit rap. groove like a prince tune Simple spit bout sh** that i'm in to Influenced by bullsh** that i bin through Simple dude who's interests include .ancient hindu. poetry and pingu Sipping brew, picking shrooms, chicken vindaloo Anything on ninja tune and whatever you're not in to I'm what the handicap kid did in the pool I'm the sh**. tell the principal. invincible When i'm in the mood. on the gin juice. like snoop In the booth spitting like i'm out the limo roof Living proof. there's no god. a grown broke a** With no dosh. washed. watching ghost dog Home alone, in the zone, with my phone off And my headphones on, stoned like the stones was I'm funkier than a mosquito tweet. mm Funkier than philipino feet I'm. incognito you could never Nemo me I keep low key. you need me. then bebo me Lyrically you got ain't nothing on me homie You ain't gangster bruv. you an emoji Smiley face maf**a drinking pinot gris And your chick look like Cee Lo green DIRTY Plus I heard she keen on e Shawty up for days let her sleep on me So what you on about bucks you get zero g I See no e-vil but I be so seen Dirty potty mouth Sgood baby GLC Friends sayin he al g well BRB Ma get D ALL FREE Eat Amanda out thats mandrin for ni hao mi (Yummy) Yeah Gotta say peace to the alba tros Use to break z's down to g's just to count em off Use to take cheese. Now I say cheese And if she snap me in the spot she get the graming on Get the hammer in the box wit no gram involved p**y pandemonium me an Santa hoes Gimmie 3 n see em antidote Later on about the dick game and the smoke Rick james addict nose Not Sustain status quo I'm Tryna 5th base thata hoe Quick break Tap n go The tip had To double Jimi wrap for collateral Ya b**h mad Cuzz I'm cozy rocking all her favrite animals She get the family j**els not the valuables Dinner plate the p**y with the cutlery Front Slum Dunk the dunkaroo in her dungarees TUI No time for f**ery keep it bu*tery bu*ter me a loaf of bread with a cup of tea Fob styles f** your bubbles and your buggery Brotherly bond no skull duggery f** police dogs and they pig owners Louie vuiton and the rich shoulder that sh** sits over Dont need a b**h pull my chick closer Dance to disco at home sniff c**a and disrobe her Under the strobe while the band play Gimmie the cash f** a handshake I ain't the champ but your man ain't He get pancaked from the jab straight ain't no jam crepe Okay pull the hand break up need to chill the f** out before that band break up Still sipping liqour till i can't stand straight up The bouncer in the club like aye, tell your man wake up Back to it Cadillac music Act stupid Yak cheap congac to it Bar hard enouge to tattoo it Bamboozled in a black buwick with a fat doobie And i ain't pa**ing jack to you bruv im Cam Newton Bang the beat black and blue like a cuban on a conga Put hands on your man like honda Your b**h look like Madonna