| Instant screwface
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| Man best shut up when the tune plays
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| Or man get bruck up, man get stuck up, tie mans tongue up with the shoelace
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| If you still don’t know about grime, fucking hell, check out my crew’s name
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| Yeah, couple man from East and a few T OG’s just like my duvet
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| I’m my own person, man wanna stereotype me like we like Kool-Aid
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| Sixty-percent chance boydem with U-ey if they see my face
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| Pedestrians stop and stare, with my windows up they still feel the bass
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| Can’t sit in traffic for two days
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| Big badman might have to use ways
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| Backroad specialist, bus lane getting it, green light wetting it,
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| man don’t wanna race
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| Them man are moist just like soufflé
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| Them man are soft just like toothpaste
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| Cop what I want when I want, true say
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| Man are baders, every day is Tuesday
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| And I still cop nutting, advertising don’t work on me, fuck what you say
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| Man wanna talk the greaziest shit 'til man get wetted on road, touché
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| Man wanna talk the greaziest shit 'til man get wig-lift with Toupée
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| You type the greaziest shit then close the tab and open RuneScape
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| I’ll run up on you like P and take that, take that like 'What did he says? |
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