Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Strictly Business, artist - Shorty. Date of issue: 21.03.2019
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Strictly Business |
| Man wanna chat about bud |
| Then I come thru' and I bill up my top-shelf bud |
| Came from vinyl, I came from dubs |
| And trust me now rudeboy I know the plug |
| Merk speakers, like Flowdan and The Bug |
| That’s real OG in the tub |
| Other weed out there become the sub |
| But first team bud’s what I love |
| I’m in barring mode, battle mode, that’s our mode |
| Plane mode, motorbike, car mode |
| Everybody wanna take over, like Marlo |
| And be on radio like Targo |
| All my sick bars in my heart though |
| Training, when I was in yard though |
| I know the arts of expressing myself is a par bro |
| I get fast but I start slow |
| I tell my Gs don’t hype |
| Don’t get gassed, don’t follow the light |
| Life’s not fair you gotta put up a fight |
| Keep the paigons in sight |
| I tell my Gs don’t hype |
| Don’t get gassed, don’t follow the light |
| Life’s not fair you gotta put up a fight |
| Keep the paigons in sight |
| I tell my Gs don’t stress |
| You see the game, just like chess |
| Gotta move right, gotta move correct |
| Keep them in check, yeah |
| I tell my Gs don’t stress |
| You see the game, just like chess |
| Gotta move right, gotta move correct |
| Keep them in check, yeah |
| Man wanna chat about beef, 'till it gets peak |
| But deep down dem man are just weak |
| Say bare tings that I wouldn’t repeat |
| Punch in the top lip now you can’t speak |
| Yeah, it’s the same old ting |
| Same old food, and the same old cling |
| Same old story, dem man bore me |
| It will get gory now I’m on a grimey ting like Norey |
| Sick in the head |
| Man will get suttin' to stick in your leg |
| Don’t know why my man thinks he’s a vet |
| Now you gotta sit in your bed, that’s deep |
| You better come off the street |
| My yout watch how you speak |
| They can’t touch the elite |
| Nah, they don’t want this heat |
| Man wanna chat about Ps |
| Talk is cheap (moesh) |
| I tell my Gs don’t hype |
| Don’t get gassed, don’t follow the light |
| Life’s not fair you gotta put up a fight |
| Keep the paigons in sight |
| I tell my Gs don’t hype |
| Don’t get gassed, don’t follow the light |
| Life’s not fair you gotta put up a fight |
| Keep the paigons in sight |
| I tell my Gs don’t stress |
| You see the game, just like chess |
| Gotta move right, gotta move correct |
| Keep them in check, yeah |
| I tell my Gs don’t stress |
| You see the game, just like chess |
| Gotta move right, gotta move correct |
| Keep them in check, yeah |
| Man wanna chat about grime |
| But they don’t do it like mine |
| We get better like wine |
| Lyrics ahead of our time |
| They can’t fuck with the grime (Take time) |
| Man wanna chat about flows |
| I’ll put you on your toes |
| Better man up with the hoes |
| Nah, they can’t fuck with the pros |
| More than a thousand shows, case closed |
| Man wanna chat about bars |
| Then I come thru' and I draw for my E3 bars |
| Been thru' beef, got a couple scars |
| Out the other end, man I still got heart |
| Raised levels on the mic, here that is the task |
| Murk shows in the clubs, in the parks |
| One thing I didn’t know I was gonna do in this game is change the contrast |
| I tell my Gs don’t hype |
| Don’t get gassed, don’t follow the light |
| Life’s not fair but put up a fight |
| Keep the paigons in sight |
| I tell my Gs don’t hide |
| Don’t get gassed, don’t follow the light |
| Life’s not fair but put up a fight |
| Keep the paigons in sight |
| I tell my Gs don’t stress |
| You see the game, just like chess |
| Gotta move right, gotta move correct |
| Keep them in check, yeah |
| I tell my Gs don’t stress |
| You see the game, just like chess |
| Gotta move right, gotta move correct |
| Keep them in check, yeah |