Blame Brexit Lyrics – Potter Payper

Blame Brexit Lyrics

I grew up on 110’s and Avirex’s
Where it’s snowing all year but it ain’t festive
Add a quid on the brick and just blame Brexit
We ain’t bringing that hammers that we ain’t tested
You could never be my wife get your brain tested
We ain’t family, ain’t brothers and we ain’t bredrins
I could have been a brick boy but I just stay pebbling
I gave Tony a pipe he turned super gremlin

Me and whispers on exercise brawling
I want your boy to back you after you I’ll put it all in him
You ain’t never stood over a man after you spralwed him
And looked into his eyes and you can see his spirit calling him
I aint tryna smoke that I’m tryna leave it curing
There’s something bout straps I need my own emporium

Tour time you know I got the drillas in the audience
East end shooters like I manage Leyton Orient
Before rap I had all the hood freaks in their draws,
Even when I used to sell crack and sleep on the floor

I’m known for popping spots i’ve got the streets in my pores
Got my knees in the mud and the keys to the door
I might take my little bitch and make a scene in Dior
Gon’ get myself nicked fuck I’ve been here before
three man unlock getting fed at my door
my next door just cries and bangs his head off his wall
they unlocked us one morning, he was dead on his floor
and the sad thing is, I forget what he’s called
I came home and hit the trap like fuck rap I’m causing carnage

I had a cat who had a dog and newspaper for a carpet
I was knocking on bandos with the dotty in my armpit
G checking trappers had them crashing into parked whips
theres something about all this madness that I find calming
He’s a fly I wouldn’t harm him, women think im charming
I could tell her hold this and she wont find it alarming
In the bando smoking Sterling kitty smoking off a Carling
they hate me cause my past said they wouldn’t put it past him
Anywhere you see him blast him if he’s on to r’kid
We got all the money now they’re at a disadvantage
they looking at me funny now I grew up disadvantaged
I used to get my kicks from Barking market
But every single time we made a pound we used to half it
Tell me that you hate me all
The feelings that you harboured or your harbouring

You know my lifestyles rather grim
I know my broski scarred your skin
on site we ain’t bargaining and I’m instantly carving in the charlatan
And I’m killing rappers embalming em
Imma need a taxidermist and a big room unfurnished
more money more problems more burners
You’re going out wrong you done yourself a disservice

I had coke in my pyrex, before they started dancing in their Nike techs
When they were all signing for some light cheques
I was on the M way pack banked doing mileage
Real back in style, I never said it looked stylish

I grew up on 110’s and Avirex’s
Where it’s snowing all year but it ain’t festive
Add a quid on the brick and just blame Brexit
We ain’t bringing that hammers that we ain’t tested
You could never be my wife get your brain tested
We aint family, aint brothers and we ain’t bredrins
I could have been a brick boy but I just stay pebbling
I gave Tony a pipe he turned super gremlin