Funky Dee – Gyal Clown

Funky Dee – Gyal Clown Lyrics

Artist: Funky Dee
Song: Gyal Clown

Yeah
I forgot myself
Firmer Dee’s back (mill, mill)
Man haffi show mandem, you know (yucky)

Yeah, yeah? What you gotta say about this?
Going out with Nolay
Giving her sex but you weren’t doing it properly
You’re supposed to be the man, damn

But she was f#cking you doggy
You little poom-poom, eating out the tun tun
You’re supposed to get hard, not soggy
Yeah, I know Nolay is a hottie

But her poom-poom ain’t touching my gobby
Bowcat, you was giving her sloppy
Using tongue, licking on clit, that’s part of your hobby
Sitting on face, that’s a mockery

Sitting on face, she was doing them squatties
There was no way she was giving you toppy
She was like “shut up
Suck on my tings right now before I start touching cocky”

Dickhead, that’s why your face is spotty
You like sipping on poom-poom juice, that’s nasty
But you drink it like coffee
Say the poom-poom’s sweet like toffee

Eating her poom like apple banoffee
You went to lipse it, she was like
“Grim, I’m done, please get off me”
Go into the corner, wash out your mout

I’m original, far from a carbon copy
In my books, I call that bossy, she’s bossy
Right now, you ain’t got a chance
Like you ain’t got skates playing ice hockey

Don’t get gassed ’cause you’re stocky
We could go rounds but nuttin’ like Rocky
Lewisham mandem got me from Catford, Deptford, Sydenham to Brockley
Even the New Cross cockneys got me, got me

This is coming like World War 3
I think grime fans need to start wearing their poppies
Ain’t changed rhyming syllables, yet there’s
Bare words to rhyme with poppy

You was on the bed squealing, get ready for eating
Nolay hitting you with the cane
You’ve got a fetish for the pain, me and you ain’t the same
Dimps headbutted you in the brain (Dimpson)

Think you owe P Money a thank you
Don’t know why he backed you
I guess he was saving the rave
You can ask Strally, Saint P or PK

You can ask Teddy, Zuu, MaYHem or one of his mates
So many times you got hit in your face
And you ain’t done sh#t
But you wanna go around hitting up chicks

In Lewisham, we call them mandem b#tch
You put your tongue right in, that’s a hype ting
You can’t spit on the Lord of the Mics ting
You got spun on the Lord of the Mics ting

Think you’re bad ’cause you beat up girls?
That’s mad, but I dare you to beat up my ting
Grime MCs are known for smoking weed
But you’re one of them man to start smoking the light ting

They say sex sells but you ain’t sold
I ain’t talking sex when you start banging it
Emily was on the floor, crying for help
Then you raised your fists and you started banging it

Went into her bag, took a hundred pounds
Said you needed money for meds, then you started banging it
You’re a dickhead, I don’t know why she’s having it
If I was her, I would have grabbed a knife from the kitchen

Aimed for your chest, start stabbing it
Classic bars, they’re jacking it
Are you gonna bang? They’re jacking it
You can’t say that, no

Flows? You’re ej#c#late, you can ask Jack, innit
Your bars are far from immaculate
That’s why you envy, watching MCs
Learning their flows and jacking it

That’s why no one’s backing it
Why’d you lock Emily in a cabinet?
I know everyone’s sinning
But I ain’t going jail for banging up women

Your dad went jail for banging up women
If I see your dad, I’ll grab him and ching him
Like father, like son
Couple man are piping your baby mum

Her name’s Jo, thought I didn’t know
And you get shows, provide for your son
Man like you vent on hoes
Get angry, start banging up hoes

When I link gyal, I’m getting them blows
When you link gyal, you’re sucking on toes
Man like you vent on hoes
Get angry, start banging up hoes

When I link gyal, I’m getting them blows
When you link gyal, you’re sucking on toes
When you link gyal, you’re sucking on cl#t
Just admit, dirty sh#t

You’re from Swindon, not from the bits
I’m from the Blue, them dirty bits
When the cats link you near them dirty bins
In them blocks, living them dirty sins

You’ve taken so many Ls, I can name about thirty things
Make that mill
Empty your pockets and you’ve got zill
Step to my crew and you will get killed

I make money, money, you make zill
Come to your ends, I’ve got my nine milli mill, mill, mill
Click, sounds of my gat
Blap-blap-blap but you’re firing blanks

Me and my crew, yeah, we’ve got bare mash
I’m old school like nutsy cutsy
When I flip, bars get nutsy cutsy
Mosh pit crew get nutsy cutsy

Bare energy, get nutsy cutsy
Nutsy cutsy when I wanna be
Nutsy cutsy when I wanna be
All of my enemies dead and buried

All of my enemies dead and buried
Swear to God, swear to God
Let’s play swear to God, swear to God
Let’s play swear to God, swear to God

Let’s play swear to God, swear to God
Let’s play swear to God, swear to God
Let’s play swear to God, swear to God
Let’s play swear to God, swear to God

Let’s play swear to God, swear to God
Swear to God that you’ve got a problem
I’ll make one
If you’ve got a problem, state one

And don’t scream “black life matters”
‘Cause I’ll take one
Put your hands on Emily, gyal clown
Put your hands on Mel, gyal clown

Sox got cheated on by Jodie
He’s a gyal clown, gyal clown
Since your sister done p#rn
You’re a gyal clown, gyal clown

Every single time you spit off-beat
You’re a gyal clown, gyal clown
You got help and hand-outs from Nolay
You’re a gyal clown
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Funky Dee Lyrics – Gyal Clown

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From the album:
Best of Both Worlds [Explicit]
Release Year: 2019