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(Kwame) Aye, who's that?
You actually recording this time? (aw yeah)
Say nothin'
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Brrr, yo!
Aye (boy!)
Stepped in the scene and I'm making a mess
Bruckshot said that he's waving Tanisha
Back my black blade and I'm waving Jess
If you're gonna chat bad, better say it with ya chest
Like my vibe, 'cah I'm not like rest
The Dot-Dot come long like Deborah
I chop that down, now it looks like bro
Shout TB 'cah he stacks/invest
We get paper and we get mulla
No, you can't chat bout us
Do it like my Sydenham bredrins
The packs just landed, we like authentic stuff
He likes to talk that crud
Talking 'nuff
Bro, I'm gonna rip out his tongue
FK said "When you take bare Ls, you go mad"
It's about that time that I won
(Boom!)
Promethazine, it's punching my stomach like Kimbo (boy)
No codeine so I can't sip lean
And my chains on bling like a disco, huh
White groupie tryna get man stressed
Come round, she's teething the lingo
You can make P's just gimme the squares
Lil bro, I ain't talking Alingo
Huh
I don't even chase my Hennessy
Why would I chase some hoe?
Clock that
Dot-Dot long like my bro, chop that
Clean up crew at the party, mop that
She come way too piff, man chop that (aye, come here)
And don't act like you're bad 'cah you're not that
I know you ain't on piss, stop that
On some bullshit all the time like Osbatt (boy!)
My Erith one loves crying to me
My Bromley one wants dates in a Bentley
Every time something goes wrong, don't blame Kwame
More time, it was Henry
Man down, man down like RiRi
Thought he was bad, he was smoking Fenty
They wanna know how much that I've made off the rap ting
Know that's it's plenty