Video Little Muppet Little T Send de Afghan Dan 2025 Lyrics Lyrics

Afghan Dan - Little Muppet Little T Send Lyrics

[Intro: Afgan Dan, Poet & Little T]
What's the situation with you and Afghan Dan?
The only reason why I sent for him is 'cause he's the best on BG
So then people will have more respect for me that I've sent for him
Fuck Josh Tate, yeah
Fuck Little T, little gimp
Need to remember your roots, lad
I made you, lad
You get me?
Should be thankful, should be grateful
You cheeky bastard

[Verse: Afghan Dan]
Little T, I'm your dad
Don't get it twisted, your where you at
Bumbacloted, look what you started
Took you to shows from [?] to Huyton
All you could do back then was just farting
You little helmet and what you dеfinitely will get dealt with
Each еvery one of them bars, yeah, you felt it
I know quickly, but your mum said you're clamping
Your big bro might know you're a doughnut
Not a Chopstar, you're not banging no one
Countless times you've been banged
Ran back home like, "Mum, my face is swollen"
Countless times you said Afghan's the best on camera
And that's no joking
Countless times you said that you're on smoke
But we don't know we you've been smoking
Said I think I know why you're sulking
Torture Little T like a toy, I provoke him
Dangle him off a piece of string
Put both of me hands 'round his neck and choke him
Can't teach big man about roach
And I dash Little T in my spliff and I smoke him
When you got bullied in school for being a racist
Bro, how was you coping?
Anyway, back to the facts
Your best friend is a bumboy, Benny Shankz
Don't let the fame get to your head
Josh, you can get dragged off that [?] fast
Get a roundhouse kick off that high horse quick
You bars can't pull in seventy-five quid
Little T, Big T or puberty
But it's '23 and your bars still shit
And I don't know why, but you keep on trying
With this music 'ting that we both know's myth
Back in the day, you would share by vids
And in the caption put "Afghan's sick"
Then after that try call me a nigga
Been thinking you're gonna get away with it
But what goes 'round comes back around me
You could never be cool, trust me, and that's it
And if I catch you on the promenade
I'll smack you in your head, yeah, proper hard
Why? 'Cause you're a little tard
Little T, you're a little prick, you're not even hard
So I got a sixteen that'll leave him scarred
Little gimp with his little arms that I'll rip in half
You're not a kid no more, Josh
So if I banged ya, I wouldn't even feel harsh
Getting whacked, getting wigged and you're getting sparked
Better run back to your mum 'cause it's getting dark
Ah, diddum's, you've got two mixed race brothers
And you're not even half
Going on like you're on smoke
Bare bikes been taken out your front garden
And you didn't get back one bloke
You don't know, did know and you don't know
What you're gonna do with your little Taekwondo?
Get wrapped up, banged, ASAP, pronto
Put him in a headlock, make him say dreadlocks
Six times your best mates head's getting popped
And I know what you're thinking
But fuck your shit, my ship never sinking
I bet your mum's gaff is stinkin'
Get back, get back, let me rinse him
You never give your mum dough, never been seen
If it was up to her, she'd just pimp him
Hey, yo, Donna, if you're listening
You will never stop this pain I'm inflicting
See, your son is a victim
So just do yourself a favour and ditch him
He's a victim 'cause I picked him
And when he was born, oh, you should have switched him
And you still can't get no gyal
'Cause your Moncler fake and you still got a perm
Josh Tate, you are a waste of sperm
And I know that you will never learn
Quick scoped him on site, he's a target
Little bit of teabag, kill confirmed
What's up, Josh? You look concerned
You sent for me, it's my turn
And you should've known better than to mess with me
Put your hands in the fire and you're gonna get burned
Watch, Little T, people will get burst
You're not first or second or first
More time, wait there, [?]
I'm still catching a bus and you in the pink hearse
Gonna make sure this one hurts
Me sending for Little T
It's a tramp or Little T, I don't know what's worse
Still got Afghan in his top search
Stole his quids out of this mum's purse
Still, ah
[Outro: Poet & Little T]
So how do you feel now, T?
A bit angry
That just sticks in my head, mate
It pisses me off, it just annoys me