| Why’s man goin' on like Scarface though?
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| My man sayin' he’s bad
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| But he ain’t Scarface, no
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| Bun him out all over of the town, didn’t know his Dad’s my bro
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| Man ain’t inna no trap
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| Tell a likkle man go home
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| Wanna act up?
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| Please man, you’re just a pickney
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| Man ain’t bangin' no skengs
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| Man I’m hard like a gypsy
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| Go home likkle pickney, home likkle pickney
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| Likkle man claimin' streets
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| When I bang my bullets don’t frisbee
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| I don’t know this likkle man claimin' steets
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| Said he popped down nuff man, he ain’t been in basic beef
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| Said he goes hard on the road, nah man he ain’t chasing P’s
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| Said he goes hard on the road, nah man he’s a basic thief
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| Who really knows this guy, who really know this neek?
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| Ain’t been about for a minute, touch down — better know it’s peak
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| Listen up, your big man, true say you’re just a pickney for me
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| Man, man said he bust bare case but he just chat for police
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| You could have a thousand bags
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| You could have a thousand bags
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| You could be dressed in a suit
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| I could be dressed in rags
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| Left a mans' top bare hole-y, see a man gank and stab
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| Man will tek with the roley’s, see a man punch and jab
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| Man stop thinkin' it’s knife, man will just punch and jab
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| If I punch man in the face, man will hit concrete slab
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| See man stand on the curb, see a man standing bad
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| Got two spinners on deck, man will start bursting live
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| Why’s man goin' on like Scarface though?
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| My man sayin' he’s bad
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| But he ain’t Scarface, no
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| Bun him out all over of the town, didn’t know his Dad’s my bro
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| Man ain’t inna no trap
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| Tell a likkle man go home
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| Wanna act up?
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| Please man, you’re just a pickney
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| Man ain’t bangin' no skengs
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| Man I’m hard like a gypsy
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| Go home likkle pickney, home likkle pickney
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| Likkle man clamin' streets
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| When I bang my bullets don’t frisbee
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| It’s that ahh bloody mash that
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| Armed with the flow
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| Hard-body flashback
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| After the show, get half of the cash back
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| Dark on the road, I’m daft in the
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| Talk on the phone, man dance in your snapback
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| Who’s that shark on the throne, just park at the mans
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| Who’s this darker opponent, spark her and splash that
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| Start up the motor, park up the hatchback
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| It’s calm on the roads, straight after he crashed that
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| Scar from my neck, mad sharp with my head back
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| Man just laugh at the rest, man’s laughin' like ha-ha
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| Straight Harry Hatchet, hack with the hatcher
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| Feds better catch up, snap with the catcher
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| Shit’s getting flipped and slapped with the spatula
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| Man’s got an itch and MAC be the scratcher
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| Pricks gettin' bricked and cracked with the fracture
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| Quick get the suitcase
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| Man’s eating and you’ve got a toothache
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| Man’s pullin' up like — what?
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| Coz Giggs got a new tape
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| Man rollin' up just chargin'
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| That Giggs in the 2 chain
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| Dat-da-da-dat, Dan Gorgan, back for the retake
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| Quick, get a knife and fork out and slap me a beef steak
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| Back for the replay
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| Scratch, I’m a DJ
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| Think because a man’s from London, you get smacked with a tea tray
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| Why’s man goin' on like Scarface though?
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| My man sayin' he’s bad
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| But he ain’t Scarface, no
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| Bun him out all over of the town, didn’t know his Dad’s my bro
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| Man ain’t inna no trap
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| Tell a likkle man go home
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| Wanna act up?
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| Please man, you’re just a pickney
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| Man ain’t bangin' no skengs
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| Man I’m hard like a gypsy
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| Go home likkle pickney, home likkle pickney
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| Likkle man clamin' streets
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| When I bang my bullets don’t frisbee |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Likkle Pickney , by - Tempa T. Song from the album It's Bait It's Bait, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп