Lyrics Wave and Jagga - Jammer, Dizzle_AP

Wave and Jagga

Wave, wave, wave, wave
Yeah
Wave, wave, wave, wave
Wave, wave, wave, wave
Oh yeah
Wave, wave, wave, wave
I’m a different kind of rapper, I got the wave and jagga
Your flow’s plain, no swagger, left that shit on the hanger
You ain’t no Murkle Man, your dreads don’t swing like Jammer
Manaman type in slang, please don’t watch my grammar
I grew up on Pay As U Go, More Fire and Heartless
I remember Giggs back then, that Walk In Da Park shit
Back then I was in a whip, Hollowman blasting
Nowadays I’m in the whip, Hollowman blasting
Came up from nothing, we all did, way back then we was children
We used to get up to bullshit, we started making them wall flips
Now we out making them hoe flips, I wanna get into music
My nigga ride in a bird, my nigga pull up and burst
My nigga pull up in first, slap it in second, we gone in the third
How can I lose if I’m coming out in Toulouse
I switch the flow, I switch the flow like it’s new
Yeah, I take a trip to the Moon, how, high like a plane or two
Then I go light up the booth, that bitch thinks she’s rude
Tryna act brand new but that weave be old
You should bless that like «achoo!», tell that bitch to move
Tell that bitch to move, t-t-t-tell that bitch to move
This ain’t your average wave, this that A-class wave
Bruce Willis, Die Hard, like Footsie, man a go hard
Man a bang this in my yard, man a bang this in my car, no joke
You shouldn’t play with smoke, you shouldn’t play with smoke
Might get burned on road
I’m a different kind of rapper, I got the wave and jagga
Your flow’s plain, no swagger, left that shit on the hanger
You ain’t no Murkle Man, your dreads don’t swing like Jammer
Manaman type in slang, please don’t watch my grammar
I’m a different kind of rapper, I got the wave and jagga
Your flow’s plain, no swagger, left that shit on the hanger
You ain’t no Murkle Man, your dreads don’t swing like Jammer
Manaman type in slang, please don’t watch my grammar
Who is it, Murkle Man, roll to the rave with gang
Boy Better Know like Sam, know that we speak in slang
And when I say «Neckle», know that I smoke with the gang
And when I say «who is it, Murkle», know that I’m coming for man
I got the green and purple, come to your ends and shirkle
All of my G’s are certy, can’t take badman for Urkel
When I catch them man, I’ll make man run in a circle
And that’s why I caught them man, cah them man are slow like turtle
Chat to me properly, them man there can’t rob me
Bare piff tings that are on me, smoke so much that I feel like a zombie
I’m with Blakey chilling in Brockley, when I’m smokin', I’m smokin' the broccoli
Not even the feds can stop me, I used to roll with them man back then,
nowadays them man are moving opssy
Why’d you run your mouth, why’d you run your gob
Why’d you talk to the pigs, why’d you talk to the hogs
Tell that pussy’ole bounce, you’re not old school like Pogs
Fam, I’ll come to your house, you don’t wanna swing like locks
I’m a different kind of, I got the wave and
Your flow’s plain and, leave that shit on the hanger
You ain’t no Murkle Man, you don’t merk raves like Shabba
I was out here on the roadside, running from feds, no scanner
I’m a different kind of rapper, I got the wave and jagga
Your flow’s plain, no swagger, left that shit on the hanger
You ain’t no Murkle Man, your dreads don’t swing like Jammer
Manaman type in slang, please don’t watch my grammar
I’m a different kind of rapper, I got the wave and jagga
Your flow’s plain, no swagger, left that shit on the hanger
You ain’t no Murkle Man, your dreads don’t swing like Jammer
Manaman type in slang, please don’t watch my grammar
Wave, wave, wave, wave
Wave, wave, wave, wave