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Free my mumzy, what's that about? Oi Chewbacca, what you chatting 'bout? Come and see my vibes, there's no crack about I get the riddim, hit the booth, then I crack 'em out Manna got the BFG tapping out Ding, ding, round 3 Let me catch 'em out I see your pop fans think that I'm backing out I get the whip that I want, then I black it out Don't hype, don't care what you like Tell me what you don't like, man do it more You weren't on the roads when Dizzee made "I Luv U" Back then, you must've been about 4 Heads in your clouds, got my feet on the floor I'm helping you now sell tickets for the tour We all wanna be the rich black kid Until we go pop, then the pop drops us on the floor Now hold on bro, let me say this Nobody cares if you got all your songs on the playlist The music's shit, we don't play this You ran into drill, you can't face this I told you "suck your mum" because I'm tasteless You can fight for words and get hurt Every single man who defends their mum gets murked Eediat, I know the 3 words hurt I set the time limits, kill you with grime lyrics SongtexteWon't draw for the Headie One, they ain't my lyrics Said the Kano ting was quite cool but, you ain't ever written any dying to survive lyrics I've been killing you in the game with all my lyrics Got the bullet bars I ain't trying lyrics Fire lyrics Can't retire lyrics Got the 'Claren on the roads, black tyre lyrics Come alive when its drama Jump at a man and disarm yah Ed got you in the room with Jay Z But you came back with that bullshit after Dun I said, take who back to where? Because this whole campaign, I see is air We don't really like it, but we gotta care It's Stormzy, no, that's when the weather gets stormy About slap? You must be mad Gotta murk any soundboy, you know like that But you man are acting on tracks My mum's in London, that's facts I ain't gotta go and get her back Mikey, I don't smoke crack You got all this Adidas stuff but Mike, you make it look crap Yo, you ain't had a real battle Yeah, it's your first one I'ma dad and I murk, that's how I teach son Feat. one, teach one, and I could reach one We get results like you, and that's a peak one I'ma straight from the street one Man know a real one broski, anywhere I meet one I'ma share some money, I'ma keep some I'm a strong one brudda, not a weak one Got you sweating like a pig You don't like when I start snatching off weaves and wigs Got the weed in your hand Last time I saw you blud, you weren't blazing shit Don't front, it's an act Before the weed you're smoking puts you on your back BFG and the GOG got the whole world looking at a grime class act Like, respect my pen Bars in your face like pen Box in your face like ken From way back when I been a madman chatting 'bout way back when So, respect my pen Bars in your face like pen Box in your face like ken From way back when I been a madman chatting 'bout way back More action, they love all that Man get rich, think they're above all that And when the system switch, you come running back I'm gonna score touchdowns whether you play me QB, wide receiver or running back Been away for a minute, but I'm coming back And I know yous love the charts, but I dun all that Now I'm back on the street, they know I run all that Blud Like Rick Bobby, what about nine bar Bobby? Flower pot men like Billy and Bobby I'm a builder, just like Bob Bob Like Rick Bobby, what about nine bar Bobby? Flower pot men like Billy and Bobby I'm a builder, just like Bob Aus Songtexte Mania