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Scrub Your Hands
Datkid, Illinformed feat. ManlikeMally
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Mind out, I'm on a rampage
I'll dim your shine like lampshade
Boy, I'm disrespectful, no handshake
Make you feel my presence like 25-12 when I rap, mate
Robbing rats in BoomTown, I make 'em need a Band-Aid
Ah, I'm just sniffing lines off pussy
But if my phone rings, I'm on the slime, don't push me
I'm tryna get my numbers up like bookies
Find the lot and take your whole like Wookiee
Catch you staring at me crooked, better look away
And hide your pride, boy, that can get took today
Nah, they don't call me Keefe for no reason
I rob, steal, drink and start beef for no reason
Keep my money screwed up, boy, I'm certi'
You was doing homework, I was playing Kirby
You was going beddy-byes, I was doing burglaries
'Cause I started jamming with the olders and they turned me
Since a little man, I've been corrupted, fam
Raised around crime so I love it, man
I can tell half these guys never had to scrub their hands
Never had a warrant on their head, they got 'em fucking prang
Since a little man, I've been corrupted, fam
Raised around crime so I love it, man
I can tell half these guys don't want it
If you do it's a when I see you thing, that's a promise
Yo, I got the type of trust that you're needing in your barbie
Wesley Pipes doing Nino with the karte
Call it creaming off a Tino on the lager
They be going harder to impeach me like Obama
Tease you with the starter then they cease you with the saga
Lad, I'm gift to price, I ain't speaking here to barter
Kench smarter, what you teefed it with the poacher?
My dear's a tomato and she's eating up her sautรฉ
Beating on the back half 'til the chick say I'm a snappy
Mally take it back like the feeler in the cappy
Spanner turn to sack, now you're speaking like a trapper
Be a good boy when you're dealing with the gaffer
Be a good boy when you're dealing with the bossman
You're cheaper than the club and that you're seeing in the Oxfam
I farm loads, no handout like Barnardo's
Pianos, in nothing but the Barclos
Kyrie with the handles when I cross you
Lost you so I got booze and I pop blues
Hot moves, got you confused, drop you off queues
Top views on roof, impossible like Tom Cruise
Wicked vision, big and sickening
Focus like the Ritalin is kicking in
The kid that grins when he's flicking shit in the bin
You're bickering while my written lick a nigga's chin
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