| Selecta, selecta
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| Selecta, mix it up now with the fader
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| Come again, selecta-ta, selecta
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| Selecta, mix it up now with the fader
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| I’m a big man but I’m not 40
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| Yo, watch me get naughty
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| Murkle Man, that’s what they call me
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| Brought myself in, nobody brought me
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| I’m a big man but I’m not 40
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| Yo, watch me get naughty
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| Murkle Man, that’s what they call me
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| Brought myself in, nobody brought me
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| Yo, guess what
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| Bare man fi get the elbow drop
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| Ballhead, canerow or French crop
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| Durag, afro or high top
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| Guess what
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| Bare man fi get the elbow drop
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| Ballhead, canerow or French crop
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| Durag, afro or high top
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| Selecta, selecta
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| Selecta, mix it up now with the fader
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| Come again, selecta-ta, selecta
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| Selecta, mix it up now with the fader
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| Clack, clack, what? |
| Clack clack
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| Brrrap
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| Three more, clack, clack, clack
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| Ahh, clack
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| Ha, and I flow sicker
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| Mandem are Jack and I’m ripper
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| Flowing and going and getting bigger and bigger
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| And I pull the trigger
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| Lyrics to lyrics, you get B-U-N
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| Back to back, you get B-U-N
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| Face to face, you get B-U-N
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| Switch it up? |
| Aight then, B-U-N again
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| Dun your dance, it’s B-U-N again
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| Lord of the Mics 3, 4, 5, 6
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| 7, 8, 9, 10, get B-U-N again
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| OK, your bars are dead, your flow’s dead
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| Your creps are dead, your clothes are dead
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| Your girl’s dead, your hairline’s dead
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| Go to your barber and tell him what I said
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| Go to your dad, tell him what I said
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| Make him look at this waste MC that he bred
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| About you wanna stand up inna war
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| Lay-Z, I paint the whole town red
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| Selecta, selecta
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| Selecta, mix it up now with the fader
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| Come again, selecta-ta, selecta
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| Selecta, mix it up now with the fader
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| Winning and chilling
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| All day, every day, chilling and winning
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| Spend weekends with different women
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| I make P from spitting these lyrics on riddims
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| Fly like a G6, hype on the remix
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| Us man are making a killing
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| I do nothing but winning and chilling
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| All day, every day, chilling and winning
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| Dem bwoy ah go die
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| On a long ting, no lie
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| No more Mr Nice Guy, why?
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| thought man was a nice man
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| So they come and take liberties with Flowdan
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| Dem never know man was a smart man
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| Couple grand, that makes you a dead man
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| One phone call will send for the iceman
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| He will freeze and no names get mentioned
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| Selecta, selecta
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| Selecta, mix it up now with the fader
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| Come again, selecta-ta, selecta
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| Selecta, mix it up now with the fader |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Big Man , by - Jammer. Song from the album Big Man, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп