Nah let’s have it right. You tryna mug me off?
Oh shut up. I’m only f#cking about and that
What do ya mean f#cking about?
What?
What do you mean what?
You know just
Well don’t f#cking just
He’s a prick, he’s a mug. I’ma weigh him in
If he’s on the phone now tell him that I’m saying it
A little bit of grief, now we gotta beef
Shirts rolled mates scrapping in the streets
He’s a prick, he’s a mug. I’ma weigh him in
If he’s on the phone now tell him that I’m saying it
A little bit of grief, now we gotta beef
Shirts rolled mates scrapping in the streets
Started with a late goal, cut back, FIFA
Now it’s war dubs, Hit ‘Em Up slash Ether
Scrapping in your mums living room filled with goons
Looking on like no-one’s even wrong, this is long
You wanna take it back there, four-five years past
Now you bring it up like you had it all prepared
Acting like I care brother chatting out your rear
You wanna [?] I’ma light a flair
No one knows you like your mates, shared past and mistakes
Got pals tryna pull you both apart from the hate
Ten minutes later it’s a hug and handshake
And you can’t even remember that it started from a game
FIFA should be only played in management mode
One on one games too much agg is involved
I just nearly slapped Sam for an Anderson goal
I’ll get therapy or I’ll put down the control ya know
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