| Had a girl that I was on the back of the bus with
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| She was looking out of the window at
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| Any man driving past in an expensive cyar
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| So now I ain’t with the same gyal I come up with
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| Justin, I jump into something
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| Something only the rich can afford
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| Man ah run tings, run rings around this one ting
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| Just 'cause I know that chick was a fraud
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| I’m stunting on her husband, she’ll dump him
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| Based on the fact his whip is a Ford
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| That’s dumb but I’m wondering, which one’s crumbling?
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| He might feel like she live abroad
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| Yo, my brudda, don’t let it get to ya
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| She left him for me, she left me for you
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| She left you for the man sitting next to ya
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| Crazy gyal, I might section her
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| Heard through the grapevine she told someone
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| That I ain’t ever gonna make it
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| Wish I could’ve seen her face when she found out
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| That her ex-boyfriend made it
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| I still wish you the best, girl
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| Even though your heart’s full of hatred
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| And even though I wish you the best, girl
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| I still have to say this
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| Na na na na na (I might stunt on my Ghetts on my new ting)
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| Na na na na na (I was on the bus with my old girl)
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| Na na na na na (And now I’m in a Benz with my new ting)
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| Na na na na na, na-na na na na na na
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| Na na na na na (I might stunt on my Ghetts on my new ting)
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| Na na na na na (I was on the bus with my old girl)
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| Na na na na na (And now I’m in a Benz with my new ting)
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| Na na na na na, na-na na na na na na
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| Ayy, I roll up in a Benz like na na na na na
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| Same model as Ghetts, just different colour
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| In deya like my nigga Shabba
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| Hopped out, couldn’t see another brudda sharper
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| Yeah, still need to see a pastor
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| But fuck it, fling the keys to the valley, man park up
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| 'Nuff gyal around, like I’d ever charge up
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| Gyal are starstruck, I don’t wanna ménage up
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| Hold tight the mandem, large up
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| I come through in a trench coat
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| Saw my ex-girl coming out of a Tesco
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| I was playing some Esco, get back, draw for that
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| Thinking to myself «this would’ve been a floor-filler»
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| Onto my old ting and my new ting though
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| See each other, they don’t even need an intro
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| I’ll be like the frog with a cup of tea at the window, the mad ting
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| My old ting and my new? |
| They’re friends
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| They see each other, they’re gonna wanna pretend
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| Laugh at each other but
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| No, Billie, no, Billie, no, Billie
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| You can’t have my genes in your ovaries
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| To the woman that’s head-over-heels over me
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| I wring her out, then she keeps phoning me
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| I can be a cunt like
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| Na na na na na (I might stunt on my Ghetts on my new ting)
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| Na na na na na (I was on the bus with my old girl)
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| Na na na na na (And now I’m in a Benz with my new ting)
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| Na na na na na, na-na na na na na na
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| Na na na na na (I might stunt on my Ghetts on my new ting)
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| Na na na na na (I was on the bus with my old girl)
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| Na na na na na (And now I’m in a Benz with my new ting)
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| Na na na na na, na-na na na na na na |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Spragga Benz , by - Ghetts. Song from the album Momentum 2, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп