| Out here getting this scrilla
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| Tryna get the stach as tall as a pillar
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| Tryna save up for a new shape Bimmer
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| Matte black, might call her Cilla
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| Looking like a player for Aston Villa
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| Not that, FT is the team
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| If you violate, might see me with a skinner
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| Might see me with a nank
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| Got shoebox money, I ain’t part of a bank
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| I play with the all hard food to the dank
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| Family Tree so I ain’t got a rank
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| But I move like a boss
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| And on my chest, you might see Ralph or Lacoste
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| And I’m getting dough from Charlton to New Cross
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| For the dough, dem ballers get crossed
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| Yo
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| Get quick brain from a bosh
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| Then it’s back to the trap, G, I’m out for the dosh
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| Can’t tell me I ain’t on my job
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| Holla at JB, that’s my nigga
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| Knuck knuck with the pump, that’s a real killer
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| Go KFC, get corn in your top
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| My YGs round here move too iller
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| Ask what I’m moving, don’t be inner
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| Getting too big for your boots, G, slim up
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| If you’re eating, I’ll rob your dinner
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| Ain’t talking 'bout oxtail
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| 'Nuff man tell me they’re married to the streets
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| But I killed that hoe just like Jack the Ripper
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| You don’t wanna come my side of the river
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| Cold here, make outsiders shiver
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| Cold here, make outsiders shiver
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| Dem man wanna talk like they’re involved in crime
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| They must be talking litter
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| Never have I been hurt by a gold digger
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| Ain’t inna likkle man chat and chitter
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| I bang bang early, never been late
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| Got a real steady aim, I’m a target hitter
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| Got a baseball bat, I’m a cranium splitter
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| So much 'gnac that I fear for my liver
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| So much bud that I fear for my lungs
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| Cause I’m really out here getting these funds
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| I don’t really care what dem man done
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| I don’t give a fuck, I made him run
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| Enemies better stop moving dumb
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| Cause I’m one step away from finding the drum
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| Bun out your chest just like white rum
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| There ain’t one boy I won’t tell suck your mum
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| So if you don’t like me, suck your mum
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| I’ve been doing this ting from young
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| Done said I’ve been doing it from day one
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| When dem girl dere didn’t have no bum
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| If you’ve got a problem, say it to my face
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| Get clapped over right in the same place
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| Yeah, I’m Merky ACE
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| Don’t be fooled cause I’ve got a baby face
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| Holler at TK cuh that’s my family
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| Trust me, he’s much more than a mate
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| I’m a badboy, fam, I don’t care 'bout age
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| Squeeze off the pump and make the ground shake
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| But I ain’t just on beef
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| I’m out here getting this cake
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| Out here getting this cake
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| See me in a blue moon on the estate
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| I keep it moving, money I make
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| Yeah, I do road with the chrome ting
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| But I think I might switch to the fake
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| I call up Realz if I want a 28
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| Calls in a day? |
| I be getting many, mate
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| I keep my shots balls, I don’t wanna get bagged
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| Out here, there’s too many jakes
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| not many cakes
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| Dargs and connects but not many mates
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| I’ve got my mind and my money
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| So sorry, B, I don’t really wanna date
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| I do me, I don’t really watch face
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| You can try me, I’ve copped a milli in case
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| I give the girls dem willy in face
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| Trust me, you don’t wanna come to my strip
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| Cuh my young Gs do get silly with 8s
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| Tuesday, I was at Lily’s with ACE
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| Hennessy, I be sipping it straight
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| Told you, I don’t go raving loose
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| True talk, we got the millis in place
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| So keep on thinking it ain’t that
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| I will leave man’s head all over the place
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| Fuck discrete, I go for the face
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| Man are OG with the ting
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| So get down when you see me go for the waist
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| ACE got a blade that will open your face
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| If I’m in your yard, then show me the safe
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| If I’m in your yard, then show me the safe
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| You should know I’ve got evil traits
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| Don’t give it up? |
| Then you’ll get sent to the gates
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| Of hell when I squeeze and beat off eight
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| Told man already, don’t doubt the ACE
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| Don’t go gym but I bang for the weight
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| I bang for my family, not for a name
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| And I’m so laidback
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| But I’ll lick you in the face with the wickedest strap
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| Man round here move nuts with the lead
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| You can get your headtop filled with that
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| Can’t break a branch off the family
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| You’ll get slapped in the head with a stick by T
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| Don’t think us man just MC
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| Still in the trap tryna make that P
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| I will violate you if you violate me
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| It’s an eye for an eye, we both will see
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| Like say I didn’t do postcode greaze
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| Get slapped up for the name of your street
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| Let something bang like the name of the beat
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| My old boy gets prang when I play with the heat
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| I’m a loose cannon, let it rain on the street
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| Fuck five-O, they ain’t caging me
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| And it’s a normal headshot
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| Drag a man straight out of his own dreadlocks
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| Tinted whip, screech off when the feds stop
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| I dare man try put me in a headlock
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| Get shanked up in your side, get a red top
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| Say you’ve got a shotty but you ain’t seen red dots
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| Sawn-off or get a sawn-off headtop
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| Headshot, normal, normal, headshot |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Bang , by - Merky Ace. Song from the album All Or Nothing, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп