Eh, fuck an intro, fuck the whole game I'm a nympho Fuck the strings, fuck the riff Fuck the hats, fuck the snares, this for kicks
Yo eh, Footsie where the synth go? Fucking I need no bassline, no top line or instrumental Really do this Jigga ting no pen and need no pencil Dragons den, fuck a car, pitch a bar rental Cos I hear man's flows nowadays it's like they've bought Kano stencils New reggae reggae sauce for spitters is essential Drip that on your lyric book and you might be successful
But give me the drums give me the bass give me the treble Give me the rose give me the apes give me the kettle Fans come without their chicks suckling my dick well give me the nekkle First one rocking Jeremy Scott's with the wings I was giving em Red Bull
V8 flow fill em up petrol, raised on a track Sebastien Vettel Jack Bauer with the Dane Bowers flow cah rude-boy that's another level Every other nigga wanna winner and so I'm in it Nigga fuck a hater, fuck a critic, fuck a civet If a beat wanna beat me then I kill it Die easy what you talking bout Willis Really I'm so way ahead of em, show them my elegance Them man are fake them so not my bredrins Broke is my nemesis but no it will never win Nuff man are gettin dough from the benefits That's why they get gassed on tracks, like say they got racks on racks Me Dolce plaques on plaques, make real money pay tax on tax
Try them trainers, black on black, cowboy showdown straps on straps Fans see me and say 'Welcome back But why the mainstream shut you out the door like welcome mats'
Sssh, I left the back on latch This is burglary bars, bad Santa rap So tell a prat don't gas, two cannons on me like papps on Dap's Na Na Nai, Kill the sound boy l-l-l-l-l-lullaby Buju Banton them pussyclart get Boom Bye Bye Bye Bye Your with the man I been around the world and I, I die
Fly-y-y-y-y-y Amsterdam get high-igh-igh-igh-igh Slit your wrists, I'll slip the pricks with emo's to the si-i-i-i-ide Buy suits and ties look like Harrod's, Mohammed Al-Fay-ay-ay-ay-ed But they put that coif on me and cut it down to fit my size
Got too much swagger, my swagger's overrated A likkle Luis belt and Gucci scarf they not gone make it And that is not exclusive if you pick that of the rack When I hit that Bond St. strip stylist says quick come in the back I told him no homo, but show me those though There's only one of these in London I'll run solo He was probably just gassing me up to buy it Young black disposable cash don't knock it til you've tried itTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
