Disgruntled – English Lyrics

• By: Chase & Status, J Hus, IRAH

Lyrics & Translation

Dive into the rhythmic complexities of UK urban music with 'Disgruntled.' This track is a perfect gateway for learners to experience authentic British slang, contemporary London dialect, and the fast-paced lyrical flow of the UK garage and afroswing scenes.

[English]

Most my bredrins ex-felons

One-five legend got links in Devon

That's where I'm heading

White girl Megan, quarter past eleven

Finger on the address, yes, it fell from Heaven

I'm a basic yute tryna make it through

In a gray sweatsuit, drive or take that route

Tryna make that loot, make it quick and cute

More time I'm on mute, wake up and burn a zoot

I'm on all kinds of fuckery, biscuit for everybody

The kickback lovely, your tings, dеm are rusty

Big jacket puffy, you breathе so you're lucky

I don't know nobody, they link with everybody

Big money in bundles, came from the jungle

See big man crumble, who brung your uncle?

I came up a young bull, from gripping the handle

I can't be humble when man's disgruntled

We run tings, tings no run we

Some likkle soundboy try fi imitate me

The whole a dem boy dem a go dead and bury

Man are real badman inna di industry

We run tings, tings no run we

Some likkle soundboy try fi imitate me

The whole a dem boy dem a go dead and bury

'Cah man are real badman inna di industry

Yeah, yeah-yeah

Yeah, whoo

Mummy said I got a hard head, beef man with no bread

You're already half-dead, we ain't even started

These bredrin got clarted, dudes like rat head

The vehicle departed, I jump in my bed

If I got more jewel, I'ma got more tool

And I'm so old school, keep it so cool

Trust me, I'm no fool, and I got one rule

Keep something local, nigga, end up a sample

Big money in bundles, came from the jungle

See big man crumble, who brung your uncle?

I came up a young bull, from gripping the handle

I can't be humble when man's disgruntled

We run tings, tings no run we

Some likkle soundboy try fi imitate me

The whole a dem boy dem a go dead and bury

Man are real badman inna di industry

We run tings, tings no run we

Some likkle soundboy try fi imitate me

The whole a dem boy dem a go dead and bury

'Cah man are real badman inna di industry

We run tings, tings no run we

We run tings, tings no run we

Yeah, you got the grip, we need that

When I come, you got the world and I'ma see that

Big money in bundles, came from the jungle

See big man crumble, who brung your uncle?

I came up a young bull, from gripping the handle

I can't be humble when man's disgruntled

We run tings, tings no run we

Some likkle soundboy try fi imitate me

The whole a dem boy dem a go dead and bury

'Cah man are real badman inna di industry

We run tings, tings no run we

Some likkle soundboy try fi imitate me

The whole a dem boy dem a go dead and bury

'Cah man are real badman inna di industry

Yeah

Yeah, yeah-yeah

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