Singer: SHOTTY HORROH Title: Throwing Stones at Her Window. Verse 1 Woke up in the morning and I'm walking to the bookies Put a fiver on United to lose and I'm feeling lucky Got my headphones on while I'm listening to Hookie Playing Love Will Tear Us. Bluku, bye bye Bluku, bye bye bye Shotts don't run outta bars Everybody's sendin' disses Well, I'm gettin' sick of the repetition Their lyrics are very simple and never anything different I wake up to see these pricks are perpetuatin' a gimmick They physically make me sick Someone get me the penicillin If anyone said they're sick, then I need a second opinion Go tell 'em I said they're shit They was never the best in England I bury anyone quick and the second I wreck I kill 'em I bet when they're checkin' this They'll pretend that they never listened I don't need to be seein' these intermediates beefin' On social media cheatin' And people keepin' them tweetin' About remedial leaders, you're speakin' dumb shit Tell that man to link you up a stage and you can front him Take it to the dungeon, Jammer's house in London When you ain't got producers Who can help you do a punchin' Everything you joke, then we see you stumblin' How about you bring it to a man and not a Yungen? Ten minutes, I'ma blaze and I'ma take it to the function Fuckin' around with me, I guarantee I'll have you crumblin' I could rap a circle around you And man, I'll verbally clown you And any person around you in your circumference Bro, they used to talk about the Biggie's and the Big Pun's But now they wanna see a Chipmunk diss mums Every time I see these candy-coated rappers clashin' I just wanna throw a punch and make my fuckin' fist numb I ain't runnin' out of bars, no lyrical drought So can you tell me what they're spittin' about? I think I figured it out, these days If your Twitter account's got a bigger amount These kids'll give you the clout I've got a chip on my shoulder I'm so big, I could put Chip on my shoulder So fuck a timeline and a BlukuByeBye I'm not in my right mind, psychopathic Einstein Mixed in with Sosa & Rum Stickin' a Chip in a box like I'm workin' up at Maccies Somebody tell this pussy that he's just another Dappy Fuckin' around with Shotts And you won't make me catch a body And I'm so Mr. If shots is goin anywhere his team is goin wit em Got my middle finger up, if they try to bring me down. Throwing Stones at Her Window Lyrics SHOTTY HORROH.

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