Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Like Dem Man , by - PharoahRelease date: 25.03.2017
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Like Dem Man |
| I don’t want name like dem man |
| I don’t want fame like dem man |
| I don’t wanna look lame like dem man |
| So I don’t rock Balmain like dem man |
| Man don’t care 'bout all that |
| That’s why man geared out all-black |
| Made three hundred bag last year though |
| Yeah, man shared out all that |
| They don’t wanna see my bike go past |
| When I tell them 'llow it, I’m a lifesaver |
| Black visor, looking Darth Vader |
| Stars want war till they see my lightsaber |
| Let me show you before Déjà |
| Before the grimy originator |
| I was banging out A, B and Cs |
| From one pad, acting like Sega |
| (Oh my god) She won’t ever say nada |
| When I put it on her, she don’t ever say nah |
| Cause when I pass through, it always gets messy |
| Man’s acting like Neymar (oh god) |
| Man’s still going hard (mad) |
| Dem man are still going halves (madder) |
| Said he shots boxes, can’t afford data |
| Definitely smoking half (ayy) |
| I don’t want name like dem man |
| I don’t want fame like dem man |
| I don’t wanna look lame like dem man |
| So I don’t rock Balmain like dem man |
| Man don’t care 'bout all that |
| That’s why man get that all-black |
| Made three hundred bag last year though |
| Yeah, man shared out all that |
| I don’t want name like dem man |
| I don’t want fame like dem man |
| I don’t wanna look lame like dem man |
| So I don’t rock Balmain like dem man |
| Man don’t care 'bout all that |
| That’s why man geared out all-black |
| Made three hundred bag last year though |
| Yo, gully man flow |
| Man think man could ramp me on road? |
| Dem fruity man best know |
| Gun to your girl, said «where your man go?» |
| Tell a kid stop screaming, calm down |
| Where your phone deh? |
| Call my man now (ring him) |
| Stop crying and tell him come round |
| Soon as him walk in, bare gun sound (brap) |
| Rahtid, so mi ah gwan |
| Walk in, gun inna hand like palm |
| My muscle man don’t know any leg or chest |
| My muscle man just know arms |
| All of a sudden, I’mma read out Psalm |
| Aim with the rifle purchased from farm |
| Aim at a man like «yo, wah gwan? |
| Everyting cool? |
| Everyting calm?» |
| Swag tun up when I turn it on |
| Gold teeth look like a block in 'Nam |
| Sweeten it up with serious charm |
| Indian gyal dem wan' give me naan |
| Know say mi bad from mi born |
| 'Nuff man say that they’re bad from morn |
| Cyan understand that one |
| Cuh from morning’s not even long |
| Should’ve been called Big Ben |
| Cuh mi ah ring off now and then |
| Tek man’s wifey fi mi girlfriend |
| Cuh she tek ring off now and then |
| All dem man wan' talk 'bout leng |
| My response would be «how and when?» |
| My budget have serious spend |
| My Nokia speed dial hitmen |
| Where and when? |
| Type in «kill him» and then press send |
| Get a text back there in ten |
| Dash 'way SIM card there and then |
| (Madder) You know my ting |
| Worldwide gang, I own my ting |
| Tek di wah and left di wah? |
| Eediat bwoy, man tek the whole ting |
| I don’t want name like dem man |
| I don’t want fame like dem man |
| I don’t wanna look lame like dem man |
| So I don’t rock Balmain like dem man |
| Man don’t care 'bout all that |
| That’s why man geared out all-black |
| Made three hundred bag last year though |
| I don’t want name like dem man |
| I don’t want fame like dem man |
| I don’t wanna look lame like dem man |
| So I don’t rock Balmain like dem man |
| Man don’t care 'bout all that |
| That’s why man geared out all-black |
| Made three hundred bag last year though |
| Yeah, man shared out all that |