Tarzan 2 (I’m Coming)

Lyrics

[Verse 1] So I hate when I talk to my boy from pen and he acts like "Cuz you forgotten me" (Boy) I ain't got time to shit let alone come check you, blud (What?) You know I'm hot property (Nana) I got property Right now I'm in Europe fucking up shit More than the economy So when you land, you know I got you properly [Chorus] I bring my people through with everything I do You reppin' me, I fuck wid' you Ah, ah, ah, ah If you a snitchin' little bitch and you love singin' to the blues Well this song wasn't made for you Ah, ah, ah, ah I'm coming, I'm coming, for you Ah, ah, ah, ah I'm coming, I'm coming, for you [Verse 2] Yo, fuck so good make a bitch wanna fight me Wanna rolex? Ring Wiley When I was a bum (Bum), no-one really liked me Now it's time someone went a got a new job for Tinie I'm only playing (Ayy) I'm just saying, that my shits so hard I'm constipated Overworked (Worked), underrated Now my tings poppin' off, no gun relation Grind all day but I ain't roller blading All eyes on MOI, holla baby (Nana) No love for the X, on that note, T Tell Kelly I've got that motivation Look, I beg, someone find Max online, let her know I wanna smash her from the back (Woo) If not Sarah Jane can come give me brain and put them big red lips on my sack (Sack) I'll be killin' it 'cause I'll be getting bread (Bread) Hard doe, number 1′s all day on the chart show So fuck you and your 90 track mixtape That's a million bars of asshole (Ha) My flows erect and it opens legs (Yeah) It's fly than a motherfucking jumbo jet What a selfish bastard, no respect You know Dapz (Dapz), no regrets I still roll through my hood and I wear my chain Fuck a top boy, Scorcher and Bashy can't do the same (Ha) Real recognised, real (Woo) How many albums have you sold today? (Ah) I ain't saying that I'm Wayne or Kanye But I'm living life on the runway If you're nang, I'll be like "Welcome on board my brudda, say bye to gun play" King of the jungle, hardest can be I dare you to let your chick party with me I'm Tarzan and I'm hung like a tree (Yeah) Imagine if your new-born pops out looking exactly like moi (Woo) Banter, but on the real tell get her own Pampers Because I'll be on the tour bus getting pampered I heard Simon Cowell thinks I'm a little wanker (Haha) And I'm getting on his tits like cancer (Yeah) And I don't wanna start mentioning names (Fuck it) Where they all now? They're bankrupt Joe McElderry, oh what a stand up Alexandra, pull your socks up Where you hits at? You ain't no winner (He) I feel bad 'cause your voice is amazing but your careers getting raped by a Mason That shit fucking upsets me, 'cause it don't get me (What?) Try bring them near me (Never) Coming 'round with a hands out, wanting a hand out Ah, that's too political (Political) I don't care about a Bentley, Gucci or a Fendi (Why?) Man's living in a spaceship You got clapped by a (Bang) Your girl got macked by a (Bang) That smooth criminal (Ayy) I'm a product of my environment (Yeah) I ain't sayin' me and you are any different (Nah) I'm just planning an early retirement I don't mean Surrey when I say I'm going Kingston Every mans welcome to fly along distance We be on the beach with Weed Man Winston! Winston! Plus I'm the craziest ting out the United Kingdom [Chorus] I bring my people through with everything I do You reppin' me, I pop fuck you Ah, ah, ah, ah If you a snitchin' little bitch and you love singin' to the blues Well this song wasn't made for you Ah, ah, ah, ah I'm coming, I'm coming, for you Ah, ah, ah, ah I'm coming, I'm coming, for you [Outro] I ain't even going in I'm just fuck around, they worried You know me, I'd rather be singing my shit anyway We got K's motherfucker Poom day