| Ding-ding-ding!
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| Man in Meridian, I mean man with gwop
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| Man try diss my whip? |
| Two days later, they wanna swap
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| Not really down with the trance and pop
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| I know man that will come to your dance and chop
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| Greatest hits, greatest hits, platinum chair? |
| Greatest sits
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| This game will be dead, if the greatest quits
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| I can see nerves, when the greatest spits
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| You can ask Jamie, Commercial Road, wow
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| There’s another commercial sold
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| And I came through with a commercial load
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| How you gonna stand on road with no fixed abode
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| You must be breaking the code
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| How you gonna move into greatness without the skill
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| Back in Meridian, I had a mill
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| Now it’s like, everybody nil
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| Somebody’s gonna get life, next thing you know
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| Everybody squeal, yeah
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| Don’t come to my door start raising tones
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| I will start raising chromes
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| One to your shoulder, one to your toes
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| I mean, straps that are bigger than Tobz
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| Came from a town of afros, not any combs
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| Tottenham to Manny, President roams
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| Yeah I got ice, yeah I got cream, not any cones
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| Now we got man, wanna spy on drones
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| Ding-ding-ding!
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| One punch, shout out to my dons in cunch
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| But just like K. A, that ain’t the ting man does
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| In hindsight, there’s so many paths that I could’ve taken
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| Coulda took, coulda tooken
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| Coulda got jook, coulda jooken
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| Fam, I didn’t wanna blaze no spliff and definitely didn’t wanna snort no sniff
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| I wanted to kick ball, but man was shit
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| Mandem getting locked away, boydem weren’t fucking about
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| I said to myself like your boy DJ Akademiks, «I'm out!»
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| Have you ever been on a big screen on main stage eating bare grapes and chucked
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| them
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| I will never leave this sick team no, it’s family, BBK, I love them
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| Remember please, that this was a dream when I was a little teen writing my name
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| in the dungeon
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| I was 17, spitting 16's in N15 for teenagers in London
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| We ain’t the same, man watched Yourofsky and actioned it the same day
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| Been through pain, got evicted, Mum had to stay with Auntie Elaine
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| Now it’s all changed, now loss of life is the only meaning of pain
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| Think it’s a game? |
| Man shut down Wireless and parked the whip backstage
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| Pull up the tune, I make the Tesla pull up on the drive
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| Neighbours stare like look at this goon
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| No matter where I reside, man’s from T just like three, two
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| Man’s from T just like two, three
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| Man’s from T just like two, two
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| Man’s from T just like MT
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| You’re so slow, let me explain if you don’t know
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| That’s Wretch, Cas, Cel and Frisco
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| You can’t test man from these postcodes
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| New school G’s tryna buy success
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| Too much spending, not enough winning
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| Stunting online living that fake life
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| Too many photos, not enough living (hmm)
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| Know Boy Better
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| I stay cold in more ways than ever
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| I wear shorts and t-shirts whether or not it’s shorts and t-shirts weather
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| I don’t wanna chat, bare man tryna make eye contact
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| Man wanna latch, like say we go way back, asking «Where's Wiley at?»
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| (kmt) God knows, keep me away from these fassyoles
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| We all commute on the same roads
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| Man don’t care 'bout gang or bro
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| Man try run up on me, ten toes?
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| You’ll be limping home, eight toes
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| V-gang yeah, so no beef but corn on the curb so everybody knows
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| (Hmm kmt) Hmm? |
| Bars |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Ding Ding Ding , by - JME. Song from the album Grime MC, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп