| Big fat and heavy
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| Rolling round with that belly
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| Young prince like Eddie
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| See my big face on the telly
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| Big shout to my dready
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| Big bag of that veggie
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| Two zoots and the bevvy
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| Got me calm focused and ready
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| Eaay right ear to the cellie
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| Buff ting called shelly
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| Pretty, perky and leggy
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| And she knows the crew already
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| Its about to get sweaty
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| Neck game so tekkie
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| Took the nut and didn’t spit it out
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| All them other girls are so petty trust
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| Everything is golden
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| Shout out to Hulk Hogan
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| You know your still my brother
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| And my door is always open
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| Reputation is broken
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| What you said was potent
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| Got me wishing and hoping
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| I’ll be more than just your token
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| I was rolling round roman
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| Everything was stolen
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| My boy was shootin' that brown and white and it was highly crack in his colon
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| No homo strolling
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| Feinds asking who’s holding
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| Fake face no joking
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| Smokin' bolder in the open like
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| Wow, wow
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| Everything was fowl we was hooded up on the prowl
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| Now I’m like, wow, wow
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| Posted up like a tower look at me the man of the hour
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| Got em like wow, wow
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| Everything was fowl we was hooded up on the prowl
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| Now I’m like, wow, wow
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| Posted up like a tower look at me the man of the hour
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| Bus pass no motor
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| Running down the promoter
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| Tried to duck and not pay me must think that I’m some joker
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| Put in work for the culture
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| Just like I’m supposed to
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| Even if i weren’t supposed to play they still put my name on the poster
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| Pop tarts in the toaster
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| On my old dear’s sofa
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| Trying to figure out combos on street fighter for the ultra
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| Had a girl from Malta
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| I would squeeze and grope her
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| Used to make my toes curl but never made it to the altar and its kosher
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| Love and blessed vibes, spread them blessings far and wide 'cause I’m a blessed
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| guy
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| And i can testify
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| I confess my my testosterone levels extra high
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| Plus I’m extra fly
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| Lyrical exercise
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| Got them petrified
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| Still running my enterprise
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| I don’t ramp and i don’t play no need to emphasise
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| There whining about how shitty there life is in the crisis but I’m decisive
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| No I don’t emphasise
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| Wow, wow
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| Everything was fowl we was hooded up on the prowl
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| Now I’m like, wow, wow
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| Posted up like a tower look at me the man of the hour
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| Got em like wow, wow
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| Everything was fowl we was hooded up on the prowl
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| Now I’m like, wow, wow
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| Posted up like a tower look at me the man of the hour |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Man Of The Hour , by - Dizzee Rascal. Song from the album Raskit, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп