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Hard food Ackee and saltfish, dumpling, plantain, dem tings Yeah Lava flows Pepper Yeah Never had a clash in your life Now you wanna talk all rough That junk should've been free That junk cost too much Now you wanna work with the underground The same niggas that you dissed, fam I'll teach you about junk food One time, pen up a Big Mac Next time you're with your parliament friends Tell 'em don't bomb Syria Aim your pen for the pop chart Don't pen in my area About RT this, I'll get at him Do a song on your own while you're at it Nobody get involved, don't back him Stand back while I back to back clap him Why did you tweet that you hope The mandem get free Yeezys for Coming out of the BRITs? SongtexteBlud, you're gassed, out of your wits Did you bring anyone out of the BRITs? No, so shut up, hold your lips Oi, you don't get it, my bars live forever And your Twitter fingers are getting you peppered Oi Patty, I'm not done with you Man dissed me for working with Breezy But went off and made songs with you And who's more pop, fam, him or you? Who's more pop, fam? Me or you? Hypocrites, you pricks, you know it's true Friends I've lost, yeah, fuck 'em too Niggas don't like me cuh I'm the truth I'll pepper old niggas I'll pepper new niggas, I'll pepper you niggas Link up and make tune niggas Cuh you don't know what to do niggas, who are you niggas? To me and my pen, no one Helping hand from who? No one I said winter will be a cold one Both got number ones but hold one It's just me on my Jack Jones But I'm still going so hard (repping) Bought my own jewels, bought my own yard Wear my own garms (big man ting) The best ting man do Bluku bye bye, move (come out my way) Cuh the best talk gets awks When I'm in the room (walahi akh) Can't play me with words Got wordplay too I don't do red devils But I can outman you You think you got jokes? I'm on a joke ting too Oi, I've got the powers in me That'll bring out the coward in you I don't wanna sit down and chat though I'll fling on a track though You've got biceps and triceps And abs but got no backbone Don't know who you're getting at with cane rolls But I know I've got tats though For the bars ting, you ain't last But you still gotta get to the back, bro Cuh trust me, that Junk Food for £5.99, I don't know about all that Trust me, rather buy Chick-King two-piece Mad Cuh trust me, that Junk Food for £5.99, I don't know about all that Trust me, rather buy Chick King two-piece Dun know You know what I mean? With the coleslaw on the side You get me? I beg man just start missing me with it, me, please Cuh trust me, you can download this one bro, this tape here for free of charge Like a tutorial on how to be a barrers That's shit money can't buy, man You know what I mean? Motto gang London Aus Songtexte Mania