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I could never go to war With no snitchy mings Every day I'm in the George Ken All my life I wanted bigger things Catch a rat, got the thing on me I'll chase him down I'll chase him down FTR at your door bro At your door bro, like FTR I never, I never, I never Four-four in a landrover Like hi Trevor On his way to pull up, pull up Oh you better hide better Money comin' that's money comin' Money comin' whatever weather To any little ming hidin' I don't really do the rat beef Rather zip up my Northy And load up that Mac beast This broke bird's got cheek To ask me to pay a taxi But her heads good so why not If I did not I'd be a dafty And why do you think you're bad? SongtexteLad I swear you've gone mad (Mad up, mad up) I come round here in the Lanny Hop out and pap-pap (Boom-bam) And why do you think that you're gang Not one of you muppets are gang (FTR) Ay, you remind me of Dylan Chat shit and get banged I could never go to war With no snitchy mings Every day I'm in the George Ken All my life I wanted bigger things Catch a rat, got the thing on me I'll chase him down I'll chase him down FTR at your door bro At your door bro, like FTR I never, I never, I never Four-four in a landrover Like hi Trevor On his way to pull up, pull up Oh you better hide better Money comin' that's money comin' Money comin' whatever weather Aus Songtexte Mania