Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Trackerz, artist - The HeavyTrackerz.
Date of issue: 16.07.2017
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Trackerz |
Oh my word, Budebutbut |
Super dupe OOOH OOOH |
Dirtee T, that’s me me |
Budebutbut Super dupe OOOH OOOH |
Dirtee T, that’s me me |
It goes ca' blood |
You don’t want to war with who-who? |
You don’t want to war with me me |
It’s the Footsie and D |
Back-to-back we’re just too grimey |
You don’t want to war with who-who? |
You don’t want to war with me me |
It’s the Footsie and D |
Back-to-back we’re just too grimey |
Said he was badman, said he was a G |
Said he was a badman, said he was a G |
Said he knew Blacks and he said he knew P |
But I didn’t know him, neither did he |
Going round telling man he’s an OG |
Didn’t know Jendor, didn’t know Dee |
Didn’t Stormer, didn’t know Desper |
Didn’t know Ruger or N. E |
Big black Ghana man come to lock up the dance and move to your girlfriend |
I bun a big zoot when the world ends |
Nobody don’t move 'til I tell them |
One time for my goons up in Feltham |
Tell her if you’re down for the crew then you’re welcome |
Told man it’s a move to your girl ting |
It’s an every man for themselves thing |
Daydreaming I was puffing on some ace |
Hit my base pen, now I’m fully on my way |
Bouncers try tell man I must behave |
Fuck that, man can’t fuck with the base! |
Henny in my belly got me merry feeling heavy |
Black labour boy, I be on my strip like I’m Miliband |
Smoking on that neckle, Jesus! |
Very dank! |
BDL! |
(Base Defense League!) |
Where’s the henny at? |
It’s Michael, Big Mikey |
I know Skepta, I know Wiley |
I do features, I get grimey |
I like brownings, I like lighties |
I like watches, I get icey |
They’re imposters, they’re not like me |
They’re wotless, come try me |
Like why would you even want to fight me? |
Dickhead! |
W-what? |
What did he say? |
Stormzy, tell me, what did he say? |
Thinking he’s hard, I’ll lift up my top |
Put the ting in your face like what did he say? |
I said hold on cuz! |
What did he say? |
Somebody tell me, what did he say? |
Thinking he’s hard, I’ll lift up my top |
Put the ting in your face like |
I’m bidibidibidibidi bad and you know this |
When I go round everybody takes notice |
I’m bidibidibidibidi bad and you know |
When I come around everybody takes note |
I’m bidibidibidibidi bad and you know this |
When I go round everybody takes notice |
I’m bidibidibidibidi bad and you know |
When I come around everybody takes note |
Come to the show, drop bars and your wife drop her panties |
Playing up front for my team too cold, I’m Andy |
I spot a mover, I want to hit that first like my sister’s brandy |
Fed’s on all of my social networks stay saying a nigga’s too anti |
Chicks want to get with me |
But I can’t bond I ain’t James, I’m Jimmy |
Rolling with a nice top boy like Kano |
But on a lot think I’m Dizzee |
I’m far from clean, still shot green to your aunt Maureen |
Remember when I couldn’t get heard or seen |
Now I wake up and go live my dream |
Listen my nigga: me na ramp, me na cater |
Only care for my niggas from the estater |
If you’re not from there, I’ll see you later |
Hater, I’m smacking up imitators |
You don’t want beef with the fuckers, nutters |
Face-to-face man stutters |
See we come to the place chinchillas on tugz |
And everybody in the place jumpers |
Street running your house and put one in your mouth |
About running and chatting about coming to south |
Me and my niggers on beef more than a crown |
I’m running your house you better get down |
You don’t want a hole six deep in the ground |
I’m back, Desperado dressed in black strapped with a Mac |