Lyrics of PEST CONTROL by CHIP
Who Got Blessed?
Now A Man Cursed, That’s Why I Can’t Fear No Pussy
[?] You Want That Was Gear One, Pussy
How Can I Invite You Anywhere, When There’s Gyal Around Me?
You Can’t Be Near No Pussy
Gyal Around Me, You Can’t Be Near No Titties
‘cos There Ain’t No Tellin’ When Your Hands Get Witty
’bout Street-ready, Little Nigga, You Ain’t Me-ready
Stop Beggin On My Line You Little Camden Nitty
You Ain’t Got Weight In Camden City
[?] Is Better And He’s Way More Drilly
Boxed In The Face By [?]
It’s You Who Got Your Face Tump Out On-
It’s You Who Got Your Face Tump Out On Camera
You Who Does Moves And Backs Out The Glock?
Na, It’s You Who Does Moves And Backs Out Your Camera
Even Gangsters Know That Ain’t- (‘low Me)
One Nasty Yute, This Is Not About Words
You Cap To Get Corrected, Guess It Works
I’d Rather Be In A Clash With A Tree Than Out Here Clashing This Perv
One Little [?] The Whole Six Months
This Is Two To Six You’re Gettin’ Served
Pull Up To What Rave In Haringey?
Ask [Censored] ’bout Last Night, That Ain’t Gonna Work
Do Anything For The Clout And You Know It
Bringing Your Pen This Way, Where You Going?
Next Time You Put Farm In Your Tomtom
If You’re Tommy Shelby, Say When You’re Going
About Tommy Shelby, You Plum
Should Be Clean-cut, You’re A Cunt
About Tommy Shelby, You’re Just Dumb (So Dumb)
My Nigga, You Ain’t White Or From Brum
Ahh, Lick Him With The S-a
Coursework Must’ve Went Missin’ On Your Essays
How You Got An A In English-
An A In English And Don’t Know The Meaning Of Sa?
Bless Him, He Tried
Mum In The House, Don’t Bless Him, He Lied
Cooked And Fried
Gotta Get Him Out Of ‘ere, This Nigga’s Out Of It
Your Baby Mama’s Out ‘ere, Leave Women Out Of This (Yikes)
Killing This Claart, Na Cyan Test Chippy With Bars (Never)
Man Tried To Send A Bad Mix To The Master
Three Whole Days And You Dropped A Claart
Three Whole Days, Still Pushing For [?]
Three Whole Days, It Don’t Take Me Three Who-
Man Are Hanging, But Your Getting This Burst Work
Google The Meaning Of ‘pervert’
You’re A Big Fan, Mate
Insta Looking Like A Chip Fanpage
You Never Buss Gun And Shell Down Grime At The Time
My Nigga You Ain’t [?]
[?] Listen
I’m Old-school Like When Trim Said “Liiiisteeeen”
In Yard We Say “Who Na ‘ear A Go Feel”
Now You Gotta Get It ‘cos You Just Don’t Listen
The Chat Was Uk Vs Us And You Jumped Out Banging Own Goals, What A Chief
Dissin’ Niggas Over Street Stuff But You’re On The Same Songs Mentionin’ Me (How’s That Work?)
You Little [?], Go To Hell For You
F**kboy, I Ain’t Even Going Shell For You
Jumped Up, This Two Man Done Helped You Through
Daddy’s Home, Look At Me Again Still Helping You
(Nigga)
Yeah Let That Breath
Pa-pa, But I Don’t Wanna Do Three
What’s A Lamb To A Goat, Nigga You A Sheep
Take This L, A-M-B
Everyone Seen I’ve Been Minding My Biz
Now I’m Getting Drawn Out By Some Wannabe Titch
I Don’t Give A F**
k ’bout The Wickedman Ting
Leave Me Alone, I’m Too Wicked At This
You Got Pagans, Ride, Hit Blocks
You Do Way More Lip, Than Lickshot
When It Comes To This I’m The Big Boss
And It Gets Worse When I’m Pissed Off
Your Last One, Who Did The Mix Bruv?
P.S. I Do Not Sell Weed, On A ‘low Me, Abeg
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