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Rah, it's BKay, una You know I spy with my little eye (Yes) Something beginning with F (What?) Fuckboys doing up net (Fuckboys) Talking real We're the last ones left (The last) Suck your mudda (Hah) I said it with chest (You know) I spy with my little eye (Yes) Something beginning with F (What?) Fuckboys doing up net (Fuckboys) Talking real (Real) We're the last ones left (The last) Suck your mudda (Hah) I said it with chest (You know) Play dirty We don't believe your raps Keep thinking your Mr. Muscle 'Til you see the flash You don't want bro turning up Stolen car, burning clutch I hid the mash in my aunties toilet Panicking every time I heard it flush Songtexte Morrisson They do it for the 'gram, but they don't do it for their family (That's right) They bought Loubs for a thousand likes, and his son chose a beat-up like Anthony There's a couple real rappers that's actually on it but most of the industries fake The police nicked me then they nicked some of my mates I feel cursed, it's like a took a picture with Drake (Mad!) I'm white, rich and gangster, talk about me, my name holds weight (That's right) My weed's greener than the back of man's neck (Yeah), after he takes off his fake gold chain I'm so East London, I'm so West Ham but when it's beef man step out with arsenal I'm the white money making Mitch but my gun's light skin like Meghan Markle Put your phone down and spill some juice (Hey, beat it) You snooze and you lose cah when we come 'round you know what we do (Brrr, boom, boom) I could put up some articles from when the surgeons treats on mans wounds (Clap) All they wan' do it for the net and not avenge their friends, some fuckin' fools (Nerds!) Way before I slapped corn at man (Bow!), I tested my shank work first (Woosh) Swing that, dig it and turn it (Woosh), went so good like a man rehearsed (Yeah) The only time I done it for the net (So), was when a fuckboy ran with his cheff (Yeah) And lord knows that I never had nuttin' and the bludclart still done legs Other than that, I just shank and kweff RV I spy suttin' beginning with F (Frauds) All of my opps are nerds (Come on) Judge weren't laying no eggs, but he tried give me a bird Been a bad boy from birth (Long time) Man can't tell me 'bout works (How?) I was on the opp block Sunday, tryna catch man comin' from church (Real talk) Right now I'm just stackin' my paper (Racks) cah you know money come first Plug don't come from Jamaica (Nah), but the food still got jerked (Ha-ha) In the penthouse suite with a bad bitch, starting to get on my nerves Dressed in Italian fabric: please don't get makeup on my shirt I spy with my little eye (Yes) Something beginning with F (What?) Fuckboys doing up net (Fuckboys) Talking real, we're the last ones left (The last) Suck your mudda (Hah) I said it with chest (You know) I spy with my little eye (Yes) Something beginning with F (What?) Fuckboys doing up net (Fuckboys) Talking real (Real), we're the last ones left (The last) Suck your mudda (Hah) I said it with chest (You know) If I come with Looney (Tunes), then you know man's angle (You know) Buss mans head with a Hennessy bottle (Facts), or he might Jack Daniel (Evil) Had some of your favourite rappers baby mothers on scandals (Whore) Chupa a tua mãe, that's, "Suck your mum" in Español (Haha) Chupa a tu madre, that's, "Suck your mum" in Español Yuh They said they don't rate me, but I don't rate them either (Nah) Louis pouch for the cleaver, the two litre can't catch the three wheeler They didn't want it with JB and they didn't want it with Cuba (Shook) I don't wanna 'ere no chat about, "Watch when I see ya" (Dick) Man must think man can't get destination like Uber Flap off the door, you know we've done movers (Shit) Ask Fids if we can find location (Shit), pull up in Gucci (Shit) Burn the blacks, keep the designer Man had to dash away the CCTV and throw man a likkle fifty; that's a minor (What?) I was in business class above China Snap Capone! If I press on the TEC Paralyse from the neck (Khalas) Four nines 'n' a brick (Yuh) F1, make it stretch (Whip, whip) They can't war me (They can't war me) End of story (End of stories) Lifestyle gory My shooter do it for me (Khalas) If I spy, with my little eye (Okay) That's shooters with ballys, someone garn' die YG's on peds (Skrr, skrr), got skengs in rides That's 10's and 9's (Yuh) Get caught, gotta do that time Fuck them cah they done the man dirty, dumb jake boys had man in a dish (Stressed) Rambo only cost thirty, up early cah I'm tryna get rich Cut tru, should I fuck a nigga's bitch? (Oh, yeah) Fuck you cah your niggas ain't shit (Oh, yeah) Said leave me alone, she thirsty, swear it hurts me cah the bitch won't quit Hit-hit-hit-pissed, saw a feds, told bro I gotta dip And we chasin' the money so much, that I swear I've had to firm this stitch I phone bro for the ten-ten bud (Ten-ten), cah I know that his ten-ten stinks (Loud) I might slip this dick in her lung, if she won't finish it off with a mint (Ha-ha) I spy with my little eye (Yes) Something beginning with F (What?) Fuckboys doing up net (Fuckboys) Talking real, we're the last ones left (The last) Suck your mudda I said it with chest (You know) I spy with my little eye (Yes) Something beginning with F (What?) Fuckboys doing up net (Fuckboys) Talking real, we're the last ones left (The last) Suck your mudda (Hah) I said it with chest (You know) Aus Songtexte Mania