Lyrics:
Let me make you a present of song as
The wise man breaks wind and is gone while
The fool with the hour-glass is cooking his goose and
The nursery
you though, right?
But you seem like you got true game
But peep game man, they've been playin' me all my life, man
You know I won the title a couple
you though, right?
But you seem like you got true game
But peep game man, they've been playin' me all my life, man
You know I won the title a couple
, them man there
Make a one trip there, just to make a one ting clear
Then fly out to Edinburgh
I'm so fly, I might just pop my collar
Need a zoobie
your youngest children yeah
I put the recordin' of you beggin' for your
Life up in his Build A Bear
Make me mad and watch shit start flippin'
You'll
he smacked me on my ass
The trigger man, I'm crazy like Sam
My skill's so ill like a white chick with a suntan
Check it out now
One for
Nobody likes to shoved, so stop trying to push me
Stay in your lane, stop veering into oncoming traffic
'Fore I make your a** extinct, like you live in
Skin color murdered by a black man who been brother
Or a cop who been Sucka through it all it be another
Black, man getting to the money
Black man, black
alone
Man ain't been calling me, no Culkin
Live by, then die by, plus pussyholes are informers
That's why all the soldiers keep fallin'
(Oh my God)
tells us to fucking make out hay
It's the rap bus man driven by gus
Comes by the crib man
Picks up all the young rappers man
Said get your ass in the back
why me say
Man have him woman and the woman so nice
Do anything now fi make her him wife
Kiss and caress, yes and hug him all night
Ring pon her finger,
of logic is
That? It don't make sense
Whatever happened to judging a man
By his own actions
Instead of assumin' that he's like
The others he's matching?
It's
dae pwel all me bread lek e don maylayju
D money na by d bly but d rum na by d canoe
Ah dae waka en dae stagger bo na chak man life
Geh d beer en d pega
Yeah
Uh
Yeah
What doesn't kill me makes me tired man
Too many miles getting new tyres man
Swearing that you love me why you lying man?
I pretend that
all-night man
Yeah, yeah, yeah, sing Pattie
(They say that it's a man's world) oh lord
(But you can't prove that by
Me) prove that by me
And as long as we're
man
She say she like my thing
My black man thing
My black man thing
My black man
I've got loads we don't fucking need a sperm bank
You can drive by
caveman
My team don't sleep so we make the hit man
Call me the Mason block holder
Chale forgetti benin we dey talk volta
We go make the money (Amen)
be the best grime artist
Even if I made an album
With a Punjabi hit-squad
Clash me, I'll make you jump like Kris Kross
Make a man know that I'm not
today,
Feel tomorrow like I feel today,
I'll pack my trunk, make ma git away.
Saint Louis woman wid her diamon' rings
Pulls dat man 'roun' by her
tomorrow lak ah feel today
I'll pack my trunk, make ma git away
Saint Louis woman wid her diamon' rings
Pulls dat man 'roun' by her apron strings
'Twant for
and said, I will tell you its interpretation, so send me forth
He said, O Joseph, man of truth, explain to us the dream of seven fat cows, whom seven
Lean
fuck a duck's arse
You don't want me to draw for the
Ting and make a boy run fast
Bust your head with a pint glass
About yeah I fucked man's arse
You
you know that I got Mag in (what?)
Ask me am I only rappin', you know I got that bag in (you see it)
Band man like Lonnie (Lonnie), want my head, come
your man (I want to be your man)
I want to be your man (I want to be your man)
Better not pass me by
'Cause if you do you'll lose a good thing (oh,
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