Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Rinse , by - Wiley. Song from the album The Godfather 3, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопRelease date: 04.06.2020
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Wiley
Song language: English
Rinse |
| Spitting with the hats |
| Spitting the kicks and the claps |
| Send man a transfer BACS |
| My name’s staying on the map |
| Yeah, spitting with the hats |
| Spitting the kicks and the claps |
| Send man a transfer BACS |
| My name’s staying on the map |
| Stand back, let me launch an attack |
| Bumbahole, I got bars on tap |
| Everybody’s got a wap until the wap jams up |
| Look now, ain’t nobody got a wap |
| No cap, I was in a room trapped |
| The trap stinks like vomit and cats |
| The trap stinks like garbage bags |
| Real trap man know it’s real talk when I chat |
| 570S it’s all black |
| Being here, you coulda never called back |
| 'Cause you wish that I woulda quit |
| But I can’t fall back |
| You will never get the passport back |
| Done all the half talk chat |
| 'Cause, I run all the forecourt inna these flats |
| I came to let all the people know |
| I only come with the facts |
| Stand back when I chat, let me ransack |
| I plan forward, I never plan back |
| Me number one, they could never stand back |
| But I got the juice to sell so let me can that |
| Anything they can’t control, they ban that |
| Then they tax the shit like 'take some of that' |
| Everybody looking wanna make some of that |
| Hm, bread, let’s break some of that |
| Yo, gyal ah want thrills |
| Catch me in the club with a Zeze Mills |
| Yeah, gyal ah wan' flex |
| It’s okay gyal, flex on your ex |
| 'Cause you heard that your man was with a gyal inna Straford Rex |
| And he didn’t answer your text |
| Your friend told you, now you’re vexed |
| She was like, «what'd you expect?» |
| Me and my gyal are fine |
| I don’t want yours, I only want mine |
| Buy a house, hers and mine |
| Buy a land, hers and mine |
| Buy a car, hers and mine |
| For the one bag of gyal, I ain’t got no time |
| 'Cause some gyal wanna be cruel to be kind |
| Mind your business, I will mind mine |
| William, get a million |
| I beg unnu fi listen the style I’m giving 'em |
| Put your hands in the air, haha |
| Give me some years, I’ll be a millionaire, haha |
| I told them like |
| William, get a million |
| I beg unnu fi listen the style I’m giving 'em |
| Put your hands in the air, haha |
| Give me a year, I’ll be a millionaire, haha |
| I told them like it’s Wiley and I’m getting 'em hyper |
| I get 'em dirty like a baby diaper |
| Who’s on the riddim? |
| The lyrical sniper |
| All bad bwoy dem fi flash your lighter |
| Wiley and I’m getting 'em hyper |
| I get 'em dirty like a baby diaper |
| Who’s on the riddim? |
| The lyrical sniper |
| All bad bwoy dem fi flash your lighter |
| See me just ah creep pon di riddim like a spider |
| Nuff ah dem are my yout, nuff ah dem are minor |
| I’m a cold rider, gyal finder |
| Now we’re gonna kill it with a 16 liner |
| Draw for the niner |
| You thought I was a first timer |
| I’m the Roll Deep rhymer |
| Watch when I come, I’ma be a chart climber |
| Now we gotta kill it with the- |
| Oi, stupid |
| You don’t wanna come here and be stupid |
| The last soundboy that tried to be stupid |
| Left in a bodybag, stupid |
| That’s what he got for being stupid |
| Oi, stupid |
| You don’t wanna come here and be stupid |
| The last soundboy that tried to be stupid |
| Left in a bodybag, stupid |
| That’s what he got for being stupid |
| Spitting with the hats |
| Spitting the kicks and the claps |
| Send man a transfer BACS |
| My name’s staying on the map |
| Yeah |
| Spitting with the hats |
| Spitting the kicks and the claps |
| Send man a transfer bats |
| My name’s staying on the map, like |