BILL SHANKLY

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Arteta sell Martinelli now Get me a- Get me a reasonable winger please! Arteta please! We cannot win the league with Trossard, Martinelli, and Sterling, please! Martinelli's on crack! He's on crack, ide smoke pigeon feather! (Khan!) Throw this guy away please! Please! Ball just like Bill Shankly I'mma tell you what you can't be Pressure makes diamonds, yeah, that's me Wrist looking cold, its icy DJ Y.SNG, I can't believe this! (Ai është- Ai është brisku!) 50 days, I'm still running the game Me and Y.SNG boutta fuck up your day (yeah!) Still run in circles when making it spray Whip doin' donuts, I'm spinnin' in place Y.SNG glitchin', he cookin' filet (fish) I just went ghost like I'm Chrissy on yay Mo Salah pace when I dash through the fray I'm still the best, I don't care what they say (you know it!) Chain looking animated, BridFX I'm balling like Mitoma at the Amex We're the champs of the Premier League, me and Vex This is not a BRAT summer, Charli XCX Still in the yield, I'm with EB, the best (216) Becker takes shots like he's wearin' a vest We movin' like champs, no need for the stress Check the score, we keepin' it fresh 'cause Ever since I was a jit, no Playboi Carti, me and M15H been running shit (yeah) Play the corner like Thierry, movin' scary, boy you know I never slip (ee-yeah) Coach the game like Paisley, got Shankly's bravery, know I stick to the script (ee-yeah) Walk the streets without a worry, Me and Vex move sturdy, never trip, yeah yeah Way that I started this shit call me Bill Shankly Brisku and me like some doubled up apples that fell from the same tree Out the garden at Mersey (Y.SNG!) Catch you in 4k, better say cheese Serving your ass better say please Bringing your hoe down to her knees Your boys be looking like pussies (Vexohexd!) I'm in the garden smoking them big trees Then I smoke yo boys leave no seeds Running your block in the 63 Turning around then I blick 3 Screaming fuck 12 out the pas' seat I don't need bail, just the gummy It gon' be hell when the gun meet Light your brains up, yeah, that new me Feeling like Trent but I ain't from the trenches Double 6, how I be moving relentless Brainy got wits, you be getting detention Talking bout me 'til I give you that mention Dropping ain't stopping 'til Im getting mentions Dropping till fame be in my possessions Dropping the heat till I reach all my goals Dropping this shit till my mom see the shows I be stealing the flow Grind and I hop out the butterfly doors Pussy grabbing motherfucker, I am But I'm not cause she did me dirty with the fam Free 2FADED out the bars Pussy caught me out my guard Fucking, I ain't even start (shit) Bussing, I ain't even start (bitch) I fuck a hoe and she look a la mode Took a lil break but I am in dat mode Hop out the world with a Astro Start a revolution like I'm Castro Stab him twice, it's right up in the gastro Having fun with the Milton and hasbro Point the gun and I ask "What you have bro?" Boy you been broke, see the gun smoke (shit) Where your cuhs bro, getting cutthroat I don't know how to make it it's fun tho Bitch I'm wearing a turban no sikh It's snot the running to my sheets, that's a pun, bro Supa Hot, I'm not even a rapper I dance across the world, you call me a tapper I'm sharing the food it's not tapas To tell you the deal, gotta choose, it's the streets or a rapper (Grrah!) Yeah, yeah, I'm Bill Shankly I'mma tell you what you can't be Pressure makes diamonds, yeah, that's me Wrist looking cold, it's icy Ball just like Bill Shankly I'mma tell you what you don't need Don't need to stress, know I succeed Wrist looking cold, like a Swede, shoutout Bladee DJ Y.SNG! (Brisku) God bless you! This is only track two, and it's so fire! (Ai është- Ai është brisku!) Enjoy the album! We bring the REAL SHXT!