| We don’t go dance to watch face
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| My man a got the ting in waist
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| They don’t get down like us
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| Heavyweight, they don’t run with the ground like us
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| I love when the champagne…
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| I love when the champagne…
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| Don’t come dance if you ain’t got paper
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| I ain’t a hater, I’m the creator
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| I roll out with a real duppy-maker
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| Jawbreaker, never add shake
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| And the kitchen’s bake and you can’t buy later
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| Big guns dem straight from Jamaica
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| Bang bang, I kiss your ass later
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| Bang bang, I kiss your ass later
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| I get down but I never bow low so so
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| Then you never see me in Soho get loco
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| How can you come dance with no dough
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| And act the hero
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| And every other girl gets boxed in her mouth
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| Every other weekend there’s a shootout
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| And there ain’t nothing that we can do now
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| Except for just back like the A-Team
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| This Class '19, get your head buss, laid flat
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| Dead man, you will end up
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| So many times, man a could’ve slipped up
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| Irish paddy, never run out of luck
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| E3 so Bow, teller look shock
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| Never get paint when I come in your block
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| Man a couldn’t give a shit about the money you’re got
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| Man a got paper like a bookshop
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| Man a been doing this ting since '10
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| You can do a JDZ Media
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| P110, Warm Up Sessions
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| You could have a hundred bars
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| And I’m still like I dunno, I don’t rate ya
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| I wouldn’t play ya if you gave me 10 bags
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| Man, I’d rather be in Bricklane with 10 slags
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| One 16 and then I end man
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| We don’t go dance to watch face
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| My man a got the ting in waist
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| They don’t get down like us
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| Heavyweight, they don’t run with the ground like us
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| I love when the champagne busts
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| That same bottle will get your head bust
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| I love when the champagne busts
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| That same bottle will get your head bust
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| I don’t go dance to watch man
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| My niggas got the tings that bang
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| You should already know
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| The calmest one in the crew is the wickedest man
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| We got the stickiest grams
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| My niggas we are the trippiest gang
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| I’ll give your girl the wickedest slam
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| Deal with the business like a business plan
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| Good times you will see the champagne bust
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| Bad times you will see the .45 bust
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| Told you they don’t wanna war with us
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| Me and my niggas dem are touring, champagne pouring
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| Bottles on bottles, bring more in
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| I’ve got more in storage
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| Rave through the night 'til morning
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| I don’t even call it balling, I call it putting my horn in
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| Dem man don’t run the town like us
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| I started in the bottom from the ground right up
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| Man get a par, the wickedest one
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| LOTM, who’s to village, who’s big enough
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| Who delivers, who’s given up
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| All I know that, I ain’t losing
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| When the star burst, man turn Chewits
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| Make some money then they turn Jewish
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| I’ve got bare gal from Sweden, New Zealand
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| And Stevenage, in my to-do list
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| Look at them, they’re not proud like us
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| That’s due to happen when man move quiet
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| I go loud, like stay down at once
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| Pour champagne, come like it’s a sea-side
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| Dem man, nah try drown like us, par
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| Try get around like us, nah
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| We don’t go dance to watch face
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| My man a got the ting in waist
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| They don’t get down like us
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| Heavyweight, they don’t run with the ground like us
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| I love when the champagne busts
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| That same bottle will get your head bust
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| I love when the champagne busts
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| That same bottle will get your head bust |