I'm a Manchester girl, don't hate me
That girl's next man wanna date me
Want to take me to Maccies, and that
Because their girlfriend is a little rat
But too many boys are little man slags
And the man slags tryna get the dick in my pants
That's bad that
Yeah fuck that shit
And fuck, what you gonna do about it?
So sending for the goon who sent for me
He's thinking he's hard, yeah, it's Little T
Be careful, you're gonna get done
When you see me, you'll be crying all the way home
Yes it's Josh and he thinks he's sick
Walking 'round like a sly little prick
Like a sly little prick 'cause that's what you are
Sending for me with your worthless bars
Can't you see that you don't belong
You're a stupid little fucking mong
You must be mad, if you think you're hard
Chat shit, get banged
You're a funny little kid
Trying to test me up
But understand pal, either way, you're fucked
Can't you fuck off, you need a bath
And go back to your council house, you can't rap
Little T, you're a silly little twat
With your shit perm, you're gonna get smacked
With your shit bars, you're gonna get whacked
Sending for me, like I won't send back
But puberty gives one thing that you lack
Puberty, yeah Josh, that's a fact
And in this reply
I'm gonna go deep like your mum
When she's shagging every week
Millie B, you're such a slag
Millie B, yeah, are you mad?
Millie B tries to act bad when
Everynight she's on a new lad
You're such a slag
Millie B, yeah, are you mad?
Millie B tries to act bad when
Everynight she's on a new lad
Aspin's here, Aspin's winning
Millie B wants this life I'm living
Fuck you babe, I'll get your head spinning
Sending for me, yeah new beginnings
But Aspin's back, sending season
Sending for me, without a reason
Sophie Aspin, queen of grime
Shut up you mong, I'll break your spine
We all thought that Mill' B's is dead
Stupid bitch sent for me again
I'll send back and I'll send back
Got merked last time, yeah, bitch are you mad?
We all thought that Mill' B's is dead
Stupid bitch sent for me again
I'll send back and I'll send back
Got merked last time, yeah, bitch are you mad?
Dill B tell them you're shagging him too
That space raider, he fucked you
Don't lie, yeah, we know it's true so
Millie B, I'm coming for you
And you lied of your father's ashes
Slated my contour, get some glasses
Get to Specsavers
You sound like you're choking on a quaver
Bam