Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Back On My Ting, artist - Fusion.
Date of issue: 03.07.2019
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Back On My Ting |
Everybody asking me where have I been |
Been going hard since back in my teens |
Fuck around cuzzy, I’m back on my ting |
Fuck around cuzzy, I’m back on my ting |
Everybody asking me where have I been |
Been going hard since back in my teens |
Fuck around cuzzy, I’m back on my ting |
Fuck around cuzzy, I’m back on my ting |
Yo, my focus is to get dough, get money |
If you’re owing me that, please don’t run from me |
See me in the streets where nuttin' ain’t funny |
Trust me man, run sick for the money blud |
Was a black kid, now I am a black king see |
Man got shot up on a 2Pac ting |
Dash that rudeboy where, that’s him |
Dash that rudeboy where, that’s him |
Ladies call me Nigerian king, watch how I make it bling |
One necklace in the ring |
Clash me, won’t survive in the ring |
God bless me, I just win |
Coulda been locked in a wing |
But I got big plans and big dreams |
That’s why I’m back every year like a fiend |
You ain’t got nuttin' like me on the scene |
Everybody asking me where have I been |
Been going hard since back in my teens |
Fuck around cuzzy, I’m back on my ting |
Fuck around cuzzy, I’m back on my ting |
Everybody asking me where have I been |
Been going hard since back in my teens |
Fuck around cuzzy, I’m back on my ting |
Fuck around cuzzy, I’m back on my ting |
Make room for the big boss |
I don’t roll with a wrist watch |
But watch how I lift off, I ain’t playing no games like criss-cross |
You don’t wanna get me pissed off |
I’m a, that’s big grubs |
I thought you was real but you switched up |
I just cut them man out of the picture |
I’m a rudeboy, I come from a rudeboy city |
What’d you know about living in Newham blocks where it’s pissy? |
I’m known to get busy, late night piss on the lizzy |
Still no time for a yat, are you silly? |
My name’s Princy, I don’t give no pitty |
Representing London city, and I’ve been outside when it’s gritty |
Everybody asking me where have I been |
Been going hard since back in my teens |
Fuck around cuzzy, I’m back on my ting |
Fuck around cuzzy, I’m back on my ting |
Everybody asking me where have I been |
Been going hard since back in my teens |
Fuck around cuzzy, I’m back on my ting |
Fuck around cuzzy, I’m back on my ting |
Yo |
Rough ragged, on the edge, but I’m not jagged |
You talk tough, but they’re wet like Sanex |
I kill an MC, don’t panic |
Wipe them away like, Cillit Bang it |
When I’m on a track you’re gonna manage |
You MC’s need fruit and cabbage |
Stop chatting, I’ve had it |
Up the top like Mars and planet, damn it |
Reason I feel manic, 'cause I got the flow to make a boy panic |
And I’ve got the style to make a boy vanish |
DJ’s play my tunes, it’s banging |
Haters don’t like me, they’re chatting |
Pussyholes gassing |
See me in the streets, wanna spud me, madting |
all these mandem are acting |
All I know is my mandem are active |
No slacking, I’m coming from the ground up |
When you hear me on the speaker, make sure you turn the sound up |
Thank God they found us |
How dare they doubt us |
Black boy, I’m a black star |
From Newham, you know about my part |
I can’t see them poptart |
All the pengtings think I’m a rockstar |
(All the pengtings think I’m a rockstar |
All the pengtings think I’m a rockstar |
All the pengtings think I’m a rockstar |
All the pengtings think I’m a rockstar) |
Everybody asking me where have I been |
Been going hard since back in my teens |
Fuck around cuzzy, I’m back on my ting |
Fuck around cuzzy, I’m back on my ting |
Everybody asking me where have I been |
Been going hard since back in my teens |
Fuck around cuzzy, I’m back on my ting |
Fuck around cuzzy, I’m back on my ting |