+44 Spam Lyrics

+44 Spam - Tankz

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M1 On the Beat

Ah, look

I got no one I can trust, I can see through the lust

I ain't real love

She said that love is a drug, I just wan' fuck

'Cause I ain't no piss-head

I scam one girl for a O2 plan, got a CCG, now she's tellin' her man

Talkin' about startin' a business

Reality bro, you ain't got no plan

I need a bad one like Kenzo B

We don't scam, we refund G

I ain't into that star sign shit, but make sure it's linked to a Gemini please

Had this one ting down on her knees

These ain't four's, these Jordan three's

First and third, I need that please

L.M.N.L, my P.G.P

Four-four spam, that can never be me

No it weren't mе that sent that text

Late night trips for thе BTC

Me and my ski run it up off Next

I told this bad B "I don't want sex, can you go in the bank and cash me this cheque?"

Catch me in my Nikey tech

On the property lad, I don't need to flex

She wan' a day in the life with Tankz

And the Vue ting has linked up with Poku Banks

Cash plus is the only exception

True say I don't like these online banks

My cougar done the one-two scan

She give me racks, gotta firm that jeetin'

I just want head then I'm leavin'

Pension one, every grandma's grieving

Same way that he cleans his p's, same way that he cleans his shank

I felt like a b-tec driller when I slipped inside

But without no latex, swing me a Amex

I gotta load up my proxy, why?, 'cause the BBC tried dox me

Most of my old tings can't shot me, why? 'Cause they got nothin' offer but bots, G

This one rude and dead, so I kept it low from the ski's can never be me

This one ting thought I was famous 'cause she saw me on BBC

I spend 5K on my b-day, two white girls on me on the freeway

Rest in peace to five-one-five (Look back and I miss those days)

Rest in peace to four-six-five (Look back and I miss those days)

Rest in peace to U.T.R, for that man I copped my plane

I sold two-two and I still get paid

If the job falls through, then I still feel pain

Rest in peace to five-one-five

Rest in peace to four-six-five

Rest in peace to U.T.R, for that man I copped my plane

I sold two-two and I still get paid

If the job falls through, then I still feel pain