It's Aspin, it's Mille B, Yo!
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Hmm, you gonna go get your big brutha?
So, oi, yeah who's that? It's Aspin, yeah, we're back
Man we're fat, Millie come link me fast
Bad boy, whatcha know 'bout that?
So, oi, yeah who's that? It's Aspin, yeah, we're back
Man we're fat, Millie come link me fast
Bad boy, whatcha know 'bout that?
Bang, little boy stop with the gas
Little T, man, he chats up his ass
And when I see him, he'll be runnin' so fast
Josh Tate, no he will not last
But your mum has never seen time
Don't lie bro, yeah I'm always right
And down there, trust, it's a dirty sight
Spit fire Aspin, she's alight
Hmm, so watch it babe
Hmm, it's Aaron McCabe
Who the fuck is Aaron McCabe?
That spastic who sucks off Josh Tate
And your mates've got googly-eye fuck
Wait, which way does this guy look?
You rape kids and you're a tight cunt
And you shove your dick in tight cunts
This kid can't even ejaculate
And this kid goes on like he masturbates
And I think your breath needs some After Eights
Attacks your mate for trust, that's your fate
But, so what if my mum's deaf?
So what if my mum's deaf?
At least I don't chill with my dad
And at least I don't get rammed by all the rest
Boy, yeah who's that? It's Aspin, yeah, we're back
Man we're fat, Millie come link me fast
Bad boy, whatcha know 'bout that?
So, oi, yeah who's that? It's Aspin, yeah, we're back
Man we're fat, and Millie come link me fast
Bad boy, whatcha know 'bout that?
Little T, I don't wanna be you, honey
You're boring, you're not me, you're not funny
At least say somet that's gonna insult me
You think you're sick when you're nuthin' like me
You start it but you can't finish it
We all know that you can't handle it
We all know that you can't handle it
We get in your mind, you're not like us
You know you're behind
See us in the street, yeah, you better hide
Sayin' I'm fat, yeah, you must be blind
Me and Sophie Aspin, yeah we're collabin'
You're a little kid, now please stop dabbing
We all know, Little T is slackin'
I'm back to attack on BG now
I'm gonna show this kid what I'm about
Why would I wanna be you
When you're nowt like me?
Everyone knows the script, they agree
Why do you think you own the place?
M to the B, lovers knows that's not the case
That's not the case
Little T goes deeper and deeper
Little sisters, yeah, beat and leave her
Little T is an attention seeker
You ain't a boss in grime, we'll teach ya
Little T goes deeper and deeper
Little sisters, yeah, beat and leave her
Little T is an attention seeker
You ain't a boss in grime, we'll teach ya
Don't chat about my dad, little boy
Let's talk about your's
He's in the paedophile section
Inside them strange grey's walls
And your sister looks more wrinklier
Than her grandad's balls
Hmm, she's got that much clap
Trust me, now it's a fucking applause
Yo Josh, come back when you're old enough to cum
See us in the street, yeah you better run
Yo Little T, you think you're the don
What the fuck's that coat?
You look like a ripped condom
You don't know nuthin' about me
This vid's gonna teach you a lesson
I guarantee (I guarantee)