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I get lean up
Dapzlemister drop, call the beat up
Tell the DJ I need a wheel up
My dick's like the size of a peanut
'Bout to turn the heat up
Must've left the bathroom seat up
That's right bitch, yeah I get gully with the wordplay
Fully lubed up, going in the dirt way
Still I blew the candles out on your birthday
Watch an MC start flapping like a mermaid
Hey, I'll take you back to the very start
Tryna squeeze these nuggets in a penny jar
Got the front row buzzing at the seminar
Girl shake your ass like a jelly tart
Rah, big bars that I serenade
Will leave a permanent stain that will never fade
Keep churning them out like propeller blades
Shotgun flow, fully blown renegade
We'll make, make the system blow
Bust the tweeters like your girl
We'll make, make the system blow
Bust the tweeters like your girl
Similar to Biggie Smalls with a sycamore
I've rewritten the rules but it's still a chore
Thinking bigger than anything that I'm living for
Still we're keeping it old school, Tricolour
Hit the store with more bigger than aeroplanes
We'll be balling, they're calling me Mr Clever Brains
What you drinking? I'm thinking that we should have a shot
Je ne sais quoi, stop, I'll have a lemonade
Man it's hard to celebrate when you can't stop
Can't say no like me, I don't stop
Don't quit all day, roll through every week
Yeah yeah, how you doing? Hi there, never sleep
Shit on whatever they got going
Yeah the truth hurts, better than not knowing
Hot flowing, lyrical dope in the pot blowing
Guess there's a lesson to learn when I stop growing
We'll make, make the system blow
Bust the tweeters like your girl
We'll make, make the system blow
Bust the tweeters like your girl
I got that head nod shit that make you break your neck
Make an MC wish he stayed in bed
Yeah I used to get parred by a lot of my peers
But now the looks on their faces are vaguely red
You see, I'm a sucker for parties and hanging out
I'll be down with the yardies and gather crowds
Giving shots of Bacardi at your nanna's house
Probably have
Things that you say cause they rhyme
Call me messiah, make me a shrine
Lotus position, face full of wine
Spinning a million and odd plates at a time
Never been one for sticking in my lane
I'm the truth, the light bitch, the flicker in the flame
Yeah look at the white bitch, the giggle in the game
Don't tell me to calm down, this shit is not a game
Make your head nod baby way I break it down
You man's just stomping all your ladies shake around
We got it locked down baby, break that jelly out
And if you're feeling me and Dapzler better tell us now
We'll make, make the system blow
Bust the tweeters like your girl
We'll make, make the system blow
Bust the tweeters like your girl
We'll make, make the system blow
Bust the tweeters like your girl
We'll make, make the system blow
Bust the tweeters like your girl
We'll make, make the system blow
Bust the tweeters like your girl
We'll make, make the system blow
Bust the tweeters like your girl