HB Freestyle Lyrics – Bandido & Damage
Singer: Bandido & Damage
Title: HB Freestyle
Shit, joey clipstar, hb freestyle season 3
Season of the up & comers and the legends
Talking ’bout up & comers you know what’s going on right now
Bandido, damage, hb freestyle
I ain’t gotta say too much, you know what we say o’er here
You know what we do, the music does the talking, so enough of me
Let’s get straight into it man
Still put work on the streets and i spill mans ketchup
No h#mo, if only you saw how i touch mans chest up
They scoring goals for my block like kane or vardy at leicester
Minimum gbh when i step, best pray he don’t get left back like evra
First right that i made from harry and deborah
Look, madе about ten more by the еnd of november
Me and bro like nani and evra, this 08 dinger ain’t got no censor
I don’t wanna hear ’bout {?} on ends, ‘cah i got what you need, got weed got zebra
All of this white, but i’m far from racist
Man serve shots like a work in faces
Paid in full, idk who ace is
Trap and i run 3 yards like bailiffs
Like cannibals, feds want me in cages
Still need corn for the ****
Bro’s got unlimited corn for the gauges
Sawn-off ting, that’s a whole months wages
Jeet mans girl, don’t ask what the name is
Out in the blick like the n#gg# in matrix
You could get got if you’re white or black or chinx
So i don’t wanna hear ’bout racist
Still get dark from my turkish plug
Still get white from my n#gg# in hastings
Still gotta free all my guys in the landing, couple of mad tings, doing up basic
Talking **** them done taped, man got soaked, i don’t kick like jet li
If my right gets tired, switch to my lefty
I spill juice, but i’m far from clumsy, rip that tissue nuttin’ like plenty
And anytime man step with the dots, let it sing like it’s elvis presley
f#ck that, let it sing like rihanna
Either way man the dot-dot deadly
Corn for a man ain’t stays with lesley
Green or red, either way there’s plenty
Now i got becks, in a tight arse dress, tryna squeeze and tempt me
Still gotta handle mine, i’m be back around half 9, so i bet it don’t stress me
So i beg don’t stress man, i ain’t no killer, n#gg# don’t tempt man
Hammers like west ham, but i just love when i cheff mans flesh all making an x fam
Might as well call man paul how i wet man
Them man frauds, nuttin’ like f man
Fed man, i can never chat to the fed, man
Me and bands coming like method & redman
What you know about f man, 5 in a day, two days that’s ten bags
Cute little hoes wan’ get with the program
Back in school never passed me an exam
Chopped on the loud when i head the the man wan’ dead man
No way that’s dead fam
Right get’s tired, man switch to my left hand
Been on the curb way before i heard skengman
Been on the curb since bb’s and big back tv’s
This cream ain’t creamy
Dotty came way too long had to chop that down
Now it’s little like weezy
Step with the nose, man get sneezy
Let that go now a man’s gotta {?}
Or man just poke, put in repeat
Man get goals, check mans cv
Before i met kiki, i was tryna line school shots at my bb
Back when i never had a rambo tucked
I was tryna lick mans face with a gg
Bro chinged up his face, that’s cheeky
But you don’t boast ’bout the works, that’s neeky
Said she can’t come if her friends ain’t freaky, she just called back that’s cheeky
You know what’s goin’ on over here man
Bandido, damage, hb freestyle
The music does the talking over here man
Quality, over quantity
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