Lyrics

It's all about to go very wrong inside a'here Foreign Beggars, Izzie Gibbs, Dizmack Stinkin' out the dance Bigfoot Connor riddim Perez, Maitell Say, here come trouble, frowzy Whisky, or scotch, yeah, that could work (Yep) Tipsy in a dance, lifting her skirt I look shifty, a man ain't shot in no mersh Dropped fifty, one round, coulda been worse (Huh) She's frisky, you might say she's a dirst Hmm, risky, nah, you man, can go first Got this piff ting with me, they both look kinda merk Patterned it quick G, dun kno it's a cert Same tracksuit, livin' like a tramp Still get busy with a pat Living in the flats Trap house sitting with a cap Them times I didn't even rap Still give it in a rap Style and fashion Man, I got vibe and patent That's why the wife[?] rhymes wit' passion Why? Tell them, bwoy, there take time Hudda wanna side the rapper[?] At school said I'd either be in dead or in prison Hey, someone's blessed I've got vision Dub, I got a line and it's filled with kittens When I drop lines they listen When you drop lines, they wish you didn't Ooh, kill him, ooh kill him When I see a man about a dog He was talking -isms and -scisms If man's holding juice I might drink two to toast Man's got a few tunes I might fling down at a roast If a guy try and beg for it Don't let him get too close Bare man there wanna chat back Don't let him get too close If a man's holding juice I might drink two to toast Man's got a few tunes I might fling down at a roast If a guy try and beg for it Don't let him get too close Bare man there wanna chat back Don't let him get too close When they let loose When they make cash When they make kits When they get lashed Whey they get too too split to the track When they get too too weird with their cash When they catch too too feel wanna slash Ain't tryin' to hear that too too, I gotta dash Gotta piff two two peng tings on a lash Packed too too stress I ain't into no rap I ain't to no long ting fan that's actual Come around, better keep shit factual Spend a lot of time analysing them movements Sweatin' them ones ain't practical I'm tactical, yeah, I won't mind If it ain't business, ain't got the time No time to piss about with no iijit amateur Silly bitch, to the back of the line Somebody pray for thee faithfully Been movin' disgracefully Blatantly But I's tried to behave-atly, shamefully Now gyal wanna play wit' me, take the knee So I gave her the A-Z Tastefully, and she ate all day for free Hastily, without any space to breathe Crazily, no bowing out gracefully Take the lead, got birds like an aviary Occasionally, work brick like masonry Vocationally ain't shit you can say to me Wait and see the outcome 'cause I aim to be Creatively, the best in the agency Favourably, in the game in this major league No vacancies, I'm here Trying to chase my dreams And the truth hurts painfully If man's holding juice I might drink two to toast Man's got a few tunes I might fling down at a roast If a guy try and beg for it Don't let him get too close Bare man there wanna chat back Don't let him get too close If man's holding juice I might drink two to toast Man's got a few tunes I might fling down at a roast If a guy try and beg for it Don't let him get too close Bare man there wanna chat back Don't let him get too close