M To The B

Millie B

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    If you don't know me I'm M to the B
    Coming in hard, you better watch it Sophie
    You think you're the only girl doing grime
    M to the B says, Step in line
    Coming in hard with my bars
    Sophie Aspin is about to get parred
    Read your bars off your iPhone 4
    I don't do that shit, I do it hardcore
    Got murked by Little T
    Now you're gettin' murked by me
    You shagged bare lads, you're a little sket
    Have you heard your bars? They're fucking pep
    Fucking pep, yeah, that's what they are
    Now listen carefully to my sick bars
    They scream my name like, "Yar, yar, yar"
    Sophie, yeah, you're a little whore

    Looking at your face, what the fuck's your contour?
    Do you want me to lend you a blender?
    I'm being serious, I'm not trying to offend you
    Sophie, yeah, you should stick to singing
    'Cause when you spit, my ears are ringing
    How can you shag bare lads?
    Is your fanny not stinging?
    I bet your fanny's fucking minging
    Sort out your manky Scouse brow
    M to the B is coming at you with a row
    You're enough to turn all lads camp
    You know that 'cause you're a fucking tramp
    Repping around in your shit clothes

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    Like Josh said, what the fuck's that pose?
    Saying shit about people's mums, that's tight
    Sophie Aspin, do you want me a fight?
    Bet your blowies are fucking shite
    Fuckin' shite, that's what I said
    All the boys say you give shit head
    That's what I said so what you gonna do?
    All the things you spit about aren't even true
    Sophie Aspin, little rat
    I bet you're riddled and probs got the clap
    Soph, yeah, you can't murk me
    You're a slag, riddled with STDs
    Fuck that shit, couldn't be arsed being you
    You're an animal, you belong in a zoo
    I'm sending for you so what're you gonna do?
    You bounce on next man's dick like a kangaroo, like a kangaroo
    So, Soph, where do we go from here?
    If I send back, I'll throw you off the pier
    I'm sending for you with no fear
    So come on Soph, what's the best you can give?

    Your bars are shit so you may as well quit
    You may as well quit 'cause your bars are shit
    Your bars are fake and my bars are real
    Is it true you got bummed on a field?
    You think you're a chav with your string jacket
    Turn Sophie Aspin off, what a fucking racket
    What a fucking racket
    We all know, the best MC
    It's M to the B, it's M to the B
    It's M M M M M to the B
    It's M to the B, it's M to the B
    Bang

    Sophie, you're not the only girl who can spit bars
    I've just showed you how it's done
    You said you're not gonna send back
    We'll see, won't we

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    Composition: M To The B and Dean Williams

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