Lyrics Back On My Ting - Fusion

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