Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Robbery Remix, artist - ABRA CADABRA.
Date of issue: 19.10.2017
Song language: English
Robbery Remix |
Man don’t talk, man rob |
Run up in the trap like boss weh di money deh food affi nyam |
Yuh, tek weh yuh arm pon deh 'chete before it get chop |
Bumbaclart ya a eediat, ya a eediat, don’t bother try run, yuh |
Look, man don’t talk, man rob |
Run up in the trap like boss weh di money deh food affi nyam |
Yuh, tek weh yuh arm pon deh 'chete before it get chop |
Bumbaclart ya a eediat, ya a eediat, don’t bother try run |
Old school man, heard Jack’s got a box (mad, mad, mad, mad) |
Jump out on him like Jack-In-The-Box (mad, mad, mad, mad) |
Nobody move, man’s jackin' a box (mad, mad, mad, mad) |
Anybody move then Jack’s getting boxed (mad, mad, mad, mad) |
Watch your tongue, been that nigga since Redrum |
Said you’ll bust your gun, no one’s dead, suck your mum |
Akh this yute he’s fake, catch this yute with bait |
Catch this yute in a cinema, wrapped in Views like Drake |
Fuck that yute, fucked up what, punched up who? |
In a rave get a bottle chucked at you |
Fam, that’s what I call duck duck Goose |
Man’s night riders |
Man looking at man’s eye spyers |
Man get dark like Mike Myers |
And I got man that like violence |
Got ten toes, got drive byers |
Bop bop, that’s your life minused |
Man’s old school like typewriters |
So much hoes I fight fires |
Krept is this, Krept is that |
Krept ain’t buff, Krept is clapped |
Krept’s got hair, Krept still got plaits |
But I made 100 grand last week plus VAT, safe |
Don’t act up man know who we are |
Heath on the map, whole ends gone clear |
Come a long way from the feds in the rear |
Out selling draws, man doing Ikea |
All these rappers, I’ll set alight |
All this chatting, I won’t let it slide |
You little neek, come collect your wife |
She LD like 6, 7 times |
Man don’t talk, man rob |
Run up in the trap like boss weh di money deh food affi nyam |
Yuh, tek weh yuh arm pon deh 'chete before it get chop |
Bumbaclart ya a eediat, ya a eediat, don’t bother try run, yuh |
Look, man don’t talk, man rob |
Run up in the trap like boss weh di money deh food affi nyam |
Yuh, tek weh yuh arm pon deh 'chete before it get chop |
Bumbaclart ya a eediat, ya a eediat, don’t bother try run |
They turned bad boys yesterday |
Pump to your chest like Skepta chain |
Are you listening? |
Watch glistening |
Don’t believe me? |
Go check the tapes |
Case thrown out they ain’t got no proof |
Phone up bro, he ain’t got no moves |
Drug came in they ain’t got no food |
Told him, «I got buj» give him oxo cube |
Free my cousin and Rocky, I come from the gully |
What we’ve done for the money, cause my brothers are hungry |
You better run to your mummy |
Leave man cut up and bloody, we stuck up the pluggy |
Don’t get bun up, you’re lucky |
Girl give me ucky, they love me |
While you was on Bebo, I was doing run ups in Cubby’s |
Like fuck being broke that’s painful |
Tryna open the box on the table |
Little bit of ink, that’s a minor |
We’re taking the food and the lyca |
Man’s getting robbed like Chyna |
When I came out of jail I was stressin' |
A class taught me a lesson |
Came out the cells starting sellin' |
Go get the drop then we get it |
Man get ate in the 7 |
10 toes got to stay OP |
Driving a big ride through Peckham |
Man don’t talk, man rob |
Run up in the trap like boss weh di money deh food affi nyam |
Yuh, tek weh yuh arm pon deh 'chete before it get chop |
Bumbaclart ya a eediat, ya a eediat, don’t bother try run, yuh |
Look, man don’t talk, man rob |
Run up in the trap like boss weh di money deh food affi nyam |
Yuh, tek weh yuh arm pon deh 'chete before it get chop |
Bumbaclart ya a eediat, ya a eediat, don’t bother try run |
Look, PK Humble phoned man and said he got a movie |
I said, «bro, I don’t want no zenos I ain’t no juvie» |
He said, «3 nine bars of the Buju Banton, let’s do this» |
Me done talk, meet me at the spot down suh, I’ma be there soonish |
Some of these olders just loud |
Keep talkin' bout droppin' man grub |
All now I ain’t see loud |
Say like Yung Fume, I kick down doors with the big stick |
Like, where all the big bits now? |
Wah, man don’t really play no games |
I know that ya heard that I duck man down |
Look, big rambizzy pon mi side |
Man a tryna tek weh a op boi now |
Look, Fiddi don’t play no games |
Fiddi come clean, Fiddi got loud |
Look, man a keep talking 'bout big man |
Big man where? |
Likkle man, sit down |
Look, man a keep talking 'bout big man |
My lickle man make man sit down |
I smoke on the weed, I smoke on the ôunto |
I smoke on the lemon, the ammi, the cheese |
I phone up PK Humble, we need a robbery |
Phone up PK Humble, we need a robbery |
Man don’t talk, man rob |
Run up in the trap like boss weh di money deh food affi nyam |
Yuh, tek weh yuh arm pon deh 'chete before it get chop |
Bumbaclart ya a eediat, ya a eediat, don’t bother try run, yuh |
Look, man don’t talk, man rob |
Run up in the trap like boss weh di money deh food affi nyam |
Yuh, tek weh yuh arm pon deh 'chete before it get chop |
Bumbaclart ya a eediat, ya a eediat, don’t bother try run |