Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Jammy, artist - Rapture 4DDate of issue: 05.07.2018
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Jammy |
| I checked my connect, he said «P, what’d you fancy?» |
| Open the car boot, this must be Hamley’s |
| Man know what I get like when I’m angry |
| Got better toy stories to tell than Andy’s |
| I be rolling with a Birmingham don |
| Up and down the country, man are moving anti |
| Money and other tings stashed at his auntie’s |
| Man’s gotta make it by doing this |
| 'Cause me singing ain’t gonna be no plan B |
| Two shots, watch them all pour cranberry |
| I be in the rave with Danny who might be on pills |
| Couple lines or maybe just mandy |
| But he’s handy and his bag comes in handy |
| If he disappears and you try a ting |
| Whether or not you drink, I’ll lick you with brandy |
| and phone Candice |
| I told them |
| I’ve got connects in Manny |
| En route to my new ting’s addy |
| I’m rolling with smoke in an Addi |
| They ain’t even got a fistful of ammi |
| I know real OGs from South |
| That won’t let you kill a P 'cause I’m family |
| I don’t talk, man recognise real |
| You was on a bread ting, you’re jammy |
| Yo, P Money and a Killa, it’s a madness |
| Man never thought this would happen |
| Like the first time that you heard Killa and Badness |
| Shut down the place, it’s a madness |
| Unnu dun know 'bout mi sound |
| Me make 'nuff teeth scatter pon ground |
| Unnu can’t diss P Money nuh Killa for realla |
| The realest cuh we run the town |
| We run the place |
| We will tie up a boy just like shoelace |
| Put gunshot inna mout' just like toothpaste |
| travel just like a suitcase |
| Anna nuttin' fi di Killa man set di pace |
| Anna nuttin' fi P Money run di race |
| Know say mi gun dem venomous |
| Buy my gun dem fi 110 of us |
| I’ve got connects in Manny |
| En route to my new ting’s addy |
| I’m rolling with smoke in an Addi |
| They ain’t even got a fistful of ammi |
| I know real OGs from South |
| That won’t let you kill a P 'cause I’m family |
| I don’t talk, man recognise real |
| You was on a bread ting, you’re jammy |
| I’ve got connects in Manny |
| En route to my new ting’s addy |
| I’m rolling with smoke in an Addi |
| They ain’t even got a fistful of ammi |
| I know real OGs from South |
| That won’t let you kill a P 'cause I’m family |
| I don’t talk, man recognise real |
| Killa P, P Money, stop your noise |
| Lady Chann pon the track on time |
| Think clearly, don’t fantisise |
| Lyrical skeng in a female guise |
| This here ah di queen of the UK grime |
| Spin the track with 'nuff rewind |
| Spin the track with 'nuff rewind |
| We tell dem, yo, yo, yo |
| Yo, yo, yo, we lock dat |
| Ice cream, come freeze up dat |
| You nuh hear me? |
| Peel it back |
| Step back, we nuh tek backchat |
| Clart back in your tracks and brap |
| Strip it down, make you walk in socks |
| Flow natty, dreadlock |
| Unnu time, don’t start watch clock |
| I’ve got connects in Manny |
| En route to my new ting’s addy |
| I’m rolling with smoke in an Addi |
| They ain’t even got a fistful of ammi |
| I know real OGs from South |
| That won’t let you kill a P 'cause I’m family |
| I don’t talk, man recognise real |
| You was on a bread ting, you’re jammy |
| I’ve got connects in Manny |
| En route to my new ting’s addy |
| I’m rolling with smoke in an Addi |
| They ain’t even got a fistful of ammi |
| I know real OGs from South |
| That won’t let you kill a P 'cause I’m family |
| I don’t talk, man recognise real |
| You was on a bread ting, you’re jammy |