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Bad Boy Chiller Crew – Guns Up Lyrics

Guns Up By Bad Boy Chiller Crew

Mix it with whiskey, man I get tipsy
And I get frisky, you know the score
DJs holla me, MCs follow me
This is a robbery, get on the floor
Zoots I be blazing, when I’m out raving
I don’t give a fuck about the feds no more
We get more gash than you’ve had warm dinners
I’ma smash this rhythm with the Bad Boy Chillers
Mix it with whiskey, man I get tipsy
And I get frisky, you know the score
DJs holla me, MCs follow me
This is a robbery, get on the floor
Zoots I be blazing, when I’m out raving
I don’t give a fuck about the feds no more
We get more gash than you’ve had warm dinners
I’ma smash this rhythm with the Bad Boy Chillers

MC Dorzi, I’m known as a sick bloke
When I’m on the mic all the gash go flip mode
Older I get, my flows never get old
Ask ye mam, see even your bitch knows
Me and my gang drop flames on your anthem
We turn sets to a madness
You can’t live it, [?]
Doing what I can do
I’ma rhyme monster you smelly little gandy
Been an MC since your nan use to take whizz
Wired up, chasing my mates round Sainsbury’s
BD10 madness on a daily basis
Straight up boils and crazy ladies
I’m a bassline destroyer
I’ve claimed the game, you can’t clearly face it
Fuck your name [?]
So suck your mum I said I’m the greatest
Rathid

Mix it with whiskey, man I get tipsy
And I get frisky, you know the score
DJs holla me, MCs follow me
This is a robbery, get on the floor
Zoots I be blazing, when I’m out raving
I don’t give a fuck about the feds no more
We get more gash than you’ve had warm dinners
I’ma smash this rhythm with the Bad Boy Chillers

Yo A for the Pablo
Gang straight loco
Few bad boys from the BD postcode
Lines of the coco
Spend til we go broke
Lemonade with the ice [?]
Boys go sick and the police can’t stand it
Back-wheel banding
4,4 skanking, nightclub champin’
All night dancing
Live like bandits, late night antics
When we step in the club this shit pops off
Put your guns in the air and let shots off
When we step in the club the boys go mad
Yeah we livin la vida loca
Shots of the coca
Hopped in a motor
Leather gloves on like a chauffer
Serving so kosha
Drive that shit likes it’s stole
I put my foot down and smoke ’em, yo
Okay, here we come and play
I’m blacked out with the boys in that naughty range
And if I see blue lights bring that sock to breaks
We take that bitch off road, then we hop the pave
I’m in that remapped dinger, and it’s off the mid
3 boys in the back and it love to shift
Feeling like a villain when I hit the road
2 lines of the white and it’s strictly coke

Few boys in the VIP, we’re just floating
Hit the club pass the mic let’s go sick
Eyes on me when I roll in
Pull up in a whip it’s stolen, yo
Chiller crew the boys are pure loose
Took a little chase from the blues and twos
Look back, dropped it
Red light, shocked him
Foot down lost it, keep back [?]
A for the Pablo, girls wanna salsa
Bitch, I’ma charva, I ain’t no gangsta
Girls from Leeds town, boys from Bradford
Part time nutcase, full time bastard
Lines of the cocaine, shots of the ‘buca
4G shots and a ten pound snooter
Living this life never thought I would
Still pratting these birds when I’m 41

Mix it with whiskey, man I get tipsy
And I get frisky, you know the score
DJs holla me, MCs follow me
This is a robbery, get on the floor
Zoots I be blazing, when I’m out raving
I don’t give a fuck about the feds no more
We get more gash than you’ve had warm dinners
I’ma smash this rhythm with the Bad Boy Chillers