| Are you ready?
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| (Mm-hmm)
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| Boom bang on my
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| 'nough gyal, Hugh Hefner
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| Anytime I get 1xtra
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| Swear down I feel like Hector (swear that I feel like Hector)
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| I was in that brought-down Vetra and we had that boom selector
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| Tryna' boom that bredda
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| Told bro do that right, then do that left
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| We just left a fed car
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| And I still do it for bro, still do it like blue will do it for zedda
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| Had a peng ting from Leicester givin' man xtra, what 'bout electra
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| Guess if she don’t give head, kick that bitch out the bed like vector
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| And I already dance and flex
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| So 1 2 step like Skepta (ay, ay)
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| Skr, skr, dee, dee that’s a fed car (fed car fed car fed car)
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| Don’t want me in but I’m out like Wenger (Wenger, Wenger, Wenger)
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| Change her agenda of a contender when I roll I enter
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| Yo bitch wanna press it like Beckham I bend her
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| I’m feeling a smack down, get the rock out, not the wrestler (ay, ay)
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| 'nough gyal like Hugh Hefner (ay, ay)
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| Hit the block, givin' out a malteser, for a tester 1xtra
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| Man are chatty like gyal two eggs up crack a man’s egg and slap up man’s eggnog,
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| givin' man corn not lectra
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| Put gyal on a stretcher, right after I press her
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| Smoke weed, I’m Smoke Dogg, cocaine in the
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| Fly out Toronto, rest up my bredda
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| I’m Champagne Papi, bottles in the VIP
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| Givin' the gyal dem testers
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| Stay dope like Hector
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| Snow man, got the dweller
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| Step out in ketchup all hot sauce and pepper
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| You was a top boy then turned out to a begger
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| Came up from the bottom, but I work in a cellar
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| French prince like Will but I’m fresher (fresh)
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| Walk in the building like who’s my contender (who's my contender)
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| Brought down paps and I made them cellar
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| I was tryna get my bread up, she just wants me to get wet up (wet up)
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| With man I change up the weather
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| Plugs insist that I send em two xtra
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| Hurry up and buy, I ain’t givin' out testers (hurry up and buy)
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| Young boys run around, yeah they movin' reckless (reckless)
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| Yeah they movin' headless
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| Do you forget it, better not tell feds
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| I ain’t fucking happy
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| Free my dons in the KJ sappy
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| Dem gyal too bloodclaat catty
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| And your babe’s gonna do it for the snappy?
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| 1xtra, give a gyal xtra
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| I like my gyal dem plus, not xtra
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| Oh my days who’s that top flexer
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| F money in the Benz looking expensor
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| Or should I say 'spensive
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| I know where I come from and where the ends is
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| Still show anywhere where my friends is
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| You know my ting different and splendid
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| Gyal love we well wan' touch we
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| Dem a cat for the jookin' and fuckrie
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| Anytime we do this then we say come back
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| Cus they love this flow we fuckrie
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| Listen, I mean business
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| Been tryna get rich with quickness
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| I got peng tings lookin like thickness
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| Gyal wanna make movies but I’m not Idris
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| Straight litness
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| Pattin' up man’s aunts and sisters
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| Might slap on the back like biscuits
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| Get 1xtra or I might just rinse it (you get me?)
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| Had food for the cats like Whiskers
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| And I shut down stages, big up the listeners
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| No Chinese whispers
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| Pourin' up champs and billin' up rizlas
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| More life, we live dis
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| Flex with Ron and Lester
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| Gyal from Brom-town and Manchester (skiii) |