| What? |
| Is that my man? |
| Spin the whip
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| Right there jumping out a white van in the bits
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| Park up, ask Buck, give me the ting
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| One arm up, starstruck, ring-a-ling
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| Hard nut, guard up, I’m in the ring
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| your car’s stuck, this is it
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| Light work, my mind works militant
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| I’ll burst mine first, finish him
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| Man wanna insult badman? |
| (Bun him)
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| Don’t make me involve Mad Max
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| I can make him do a backflip
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| And I can make him do handstands
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| (What does that remind you of?) Gynmastics
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| The way the new ting kicks is so Van Damme
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| Giggs ad-lib
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| After I wind down windows and bang
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| Yes darg, stay tuned
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| Cause I wouldn’t have wanted nobody missing the best part
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| I came alone, Game of Thrones
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| No one’s safe, not even man like Ned Stark
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| Raise the chrome, invade your dome
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| Look at that, I let my enemies know the benchmark
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| Rate the bloke and you ain’t as cold
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| I pull it back and let my enemies know their head gone
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| Danger zone, it’s a danger zone
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| Fully gassed but you know that’s just how the ends are
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| Days approach with the same result
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| Goody bags from a hard day’s work man a spend fast
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| These are end bars
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| Kill an MC, M-charge
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| Game over for them, red card
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| Who told you you could trespass?
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| Man gave me his CD
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| I can’t hear cause my head’s hard
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| My ego’s too big for my
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| And why would he give me his CD
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| When everyone knows my name’s Ghetto, not Ben Scarr?
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| And how can you call them friends
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| When all they say is «yeah fam, you went hard»?
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| What? |
| Who said dat?
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| Don’t lie, swear down
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| Don’t make me get mad
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| Don’t make me get mad
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| What? |
| Who said dat?
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| Don’t lie, swear down
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| Don’t make me get mad
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| Don’t make me get mad
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| Yeah, when I attack, fuck remorse
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| Pumpys come with MAC-10s and all sorts
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| All talk, this is my empire, the boardwalk
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| Kickback slippers and real white Dior shorts
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| Got man’s chick on the phone, fuck the small talk
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| Watch man sit on the throne, pop some more corks
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| Movie, chilling at home, pop some more corn
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| Told me she live in the East but she’s born North
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| Quick, quick, get the money nonstop
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| This life’s enticing
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| This that shit that the strally gun pop
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| Slice and dicing
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| Click click, can I get a gunshot?
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| Knife or piping
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| This that cake with the cherry on top
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| And it tastes nice with icing
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| Fuck that, don’t give a fuck 'bout opinions
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| Bap bap, don’t give a fuck 'bout civilians
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| Wrapping the crack with the minions
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| Link man, then we can chat 'bout some millions
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| Man had to crack that Da Vinci code
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| dominions
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| Soldiers up in your tent like Red Indians
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| Crackheads up in the crack house syringing
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| Spend it, hatatata, spend kit
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| Get that ganja, sprinkle it
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| Pour that cognac, drink it
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| Watch that nigga stunting, pinky
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| Watch that nigga’s jumpy and kinky
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| This ain’t Made in Chelsea with Binky
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| It’s game over, Tinchy
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| Clocked that nigga dumping, stinky
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| Straight silk, that’s the money man socks
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| Rider, Michael Knight ting
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| Tick tick, that’s a money man watch
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| I like to buy things
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| Old school shit, goody goody gumdrops
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| I know this bitch wanna come and get cock
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| And I’m gon' slice it nicely
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| What? |
| Who said dat?
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| Don’t lie, swear down
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| Don’t make me get mad
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| Don’t make me get mad
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| What? |
| Who said dat?
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| Don’t lie, swear down
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| Don’t make me get mad
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| Don’t make me get mad |