| He was making all these faces 'til I brought it out
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| Think he saw the sprays, he’s acting normal now
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| Coming like the bailiff, coming to your house
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| Put fuckboys on faces, I left my smoke in the house
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| With some uck faces in the naughty house
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| And I don’t like strangers, so don’t bring them round
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| Talking 'bout this money, you look like a nounce
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| She thinks that I think that I’m lucky, she loves fucking now
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| Who’s that kitty on the phone?
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| Who’s that gyal on the line?
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| What’s that shine on your wrist?
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| Manaman ain’t got time
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| Get a brick at six
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| Fuck around, have it gone by nine
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| That batty move stiff
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| Man a come like Rottweiler
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| Stepped in the crib, put down some jims
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| Looked in the mirror and smiled
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| Manaman’s sick, grip up the stick
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| Cock it back and go wild
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| Money give a young nigga power
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| Tryna have it long like a tower
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| Like know we on these streets
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| On these beats, man come foul
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| Tryna get straight bricks
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| Make a young boy take trips
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| Doing gear six on a M-way
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| Hope the road can take this
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| When I roll it’s straight piff
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| Back in the whip, I take risks
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| Got a green box in the back seat
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| No first aid kit
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| I do road tryna get that
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| Fuck a handout or a set back
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| Two hands on when I press that
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| Told man respect when I’m in jet black
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| Got a peng ting tryna undress blud
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| Like a ironing board, I’mma press that
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| I see everything live like webcam
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| But I’m still out’ere tryna get bread back
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| Man’s just grim
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| Gonna smooth gyally and up tings
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| Sideboy in the handcuff ting
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| Stand up, get your bands up slim
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| Big blade like Sinbad
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| Man’s been bad, I can make a man go swim
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| Walked in with the gym bag
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| Looking like man goes gym
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| I just came back from the T-house
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| Bando wings on a Nando’s ting
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| The gang go where man go
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| You’re a bad bro, you can get your mango skinned
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| Bring arms and aggro
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| Been afro, looking like I had no trim
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| Back then when I had no work
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| Get 'em down on a Rambo ting
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| Wha? |
| I whoop ins
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| Bare Kwoof, Kwaf, Kwif if you’re Kwoofing
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| One swing to the face that’ll shook him
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| I don’t need no gyal, but I’m looking
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| Fatty on the phone, man say she wanna jook him
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| Promoter on the phone, man talking 'bout a booking
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| Tryna stay quiet, but my gyal’s cooking
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| Sideman get cut off for the looking
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| Wha? |
| It’s peak
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| Said he was a badman, said he was a G
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| Said he got the O’s and he fuck with the G’s
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| Said he knew the Section, said he from the Heath
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| Didn’t know P and he didn’t know D
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| Said he love uck, man’a want up Tuschee
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| Did you hear these verses lock arff this beat?
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| If you don’t, man might haffi pop arff the street
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| Tryna get bands in abundance
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| In the bando with the bandits
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| Bread up in my hands like a sandwich
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| Tryna eat good like a banquet
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| Money on my mind from my wake up
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| Gyal got a big batty then shake up
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| MAC in a man bag
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| Act bad, put it to your face like make up
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| Paigons, ain’t friends, know we don’t make up
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| Man have been on it from time, you’re late cuz
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| Bros at the table, counting up papers
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| Real recognize real, they’re strangers
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| Got ice, man’s cold, might take that
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| She’s breakers, so I might brake that
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| Still smoking on loud packs
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| Make gyal turn bad from way back |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Who Needs a Hook? , by - Section Boyz. Song from the album Don't Panic, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп