Tradie Rap 2 Lyrics – Wesda
Singer: Wesda
Title: Tradie Rap 2
What, so they’re sayin’ they had defects on the last one?
I’m not goin’ back to fix that, that’s b#llsh#t
Non-structual money 〈.?.〉 b#llsh#t
Oi
I just finished whippin’ up a townhouse, deck and a pool
That’s not too bad for a c#nt who nearly failed trade school
If it’s over 32 degrees, i’m puttin’ down the tools
If they haven’t got a clue, i might just play ’em for a fool
Pickin’ up my year 11 girl and lay her like a brick
Drive the hilux in the city, take the commy to the sticks
In the back of the pub with some cake-faced chicks
Bettin’ for the wins, mate, i hate place picks
Whippin’ in the bobcat, what the f#ck you think i’m doin’?
Always rock up drunk on monday, do my best work when i’m ruined
New job heritage listed, but i still do demolition
I heard homeowners got defects but i’m never gonna fix ’em
Facebook status: “baby, take me back to bali” (take me back)
I just crashed some random highschool birthday party (happy birthday ya c#nt)
I just dine-and-dashed a pizza at 400 gradi (margartia)
Just saw the brickie steal a root off a sparkie (f#ck a sparkie)
Got some cocaine on a thursday
Maccas drive-thru for a first date
Got a back sprain, i still get paid
Boss got a call from the worksafe (f#ck that c#nt)
Got a hot missus with a nice crack
I pull out my selleys to fill up the gap
Got the ato askin’ “where’s the cash?”
I put it through the pokes, you can bet on that
I’ve been stackin’ bricks, now i’m rackin’ cheques with chicks
Got a 12 hour shift but ignorance is bliss (f#ck it)
I be drivin’ stick with my highschool b#tch (get ’em b#tch)
Blastin’ triple m with my single m drink (glug glug glug)
I just chucked a 50 on a horse
The next round’s on me, if i win of course
Put the footy on the tele or i’ll whinge for sure
Now i’m watchin’ both teles sayin’ “go you good thing”
Bit of hard yakka, yeah, pleasure is the enemy
You cut me off in traffic, dog, go eat pedigree
4 hour sleep, runnin’ red bull energy
But i’m still sexy, yeah, your wife keeps tellin’ me
I got too drunk and i’m ’bout to start a ruckus
If this bloke in the pub keeps lookin’ at me funny
I meet him out front and he swings and he misses
So i put him on his arse, now i’m givin’ my girl kisses
You’re a desk job wussy and your p#ss#’s real tight
That’s right, you haven’t worked a day in your life
Try walkin’ in my steel cap boots, yeah, you’d cry
I don’t say hello to my boss, i say “g’day mate”
Got some cocaine on a thursday
Maccas drive-thru for a first date
Got a back sprain, i still get paid
Boss got a call from the worksafe
Got a hot missus with a nice crack
I pull out my selleys to fill up the gap
Got the ato askin’ “where’s the cash?”
I put it through the pokes, you can bet on that
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