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(Fumes on the beat) Yeah Gas on the mic (Woo, woo) How 'bout you keep it a hundred? You ain't had a hundred racks in your life (No) If I don't say what it ain't (Yeah) Bet you I'll say what it is (Brrr) Being broke ain't a problem Nah, but stayin' it is (Woo) I got the fire, stop, drop, and roll (Let's go) Bad bitch get copped and go (Move) If you wanna fuck me, fuck bro And don't ask for the WiFi code (Bitch) Mood every day, leave me alone (Ah) Just wanna be in my zone Any gyal come 'round mine when they see my pad, they don't wanna go home (Yeah) Hardest out there (Yeah), no discussin' (Yeah) Flow disgustin' (Yеah), rest up, muffin (Ah) See me and Stack just ballin' (Uh) Gotta pour drinks for the fallеn (Uh) Spin a MC, kill a MC, who could it be if it was not me or? (Me) Come crisp in brands they ain't heard of (Ah) All they know is LV and Dior (Woo) Dior, Dior, I still do the dance to Dior (Yeah) Check the wardrobe, man, I got loads (Facts) Man know Chippy, I pop smoke (Yeah) SongtexteLyrically them man bore me, probably why they wanna bore me Real Haringey story, I got too much love for Hornsey (Baow) They don't really want war with us (They don't want it) Ayy, please don't start with us (Don't start) They say they got calm for us But it's peak 'cause you really got clownin' us (Bring it on) Have you seen my yard, you know? (Nice) Closet look like Narnia (Hmm) Party at mine, let's turn it up (Mm-hmm) Ayy, don't get a stain on my furniture (Woo) Hopped out the car with a ten-ten (Ten) You know that gyal get real teng (Tengy) Ten man ran from one skeng There was eleven, but man left one dead (Bap) Please don't start this smoke You won't cope, have no hope Are they—? (Nope) Do they—? (Nope) What are they, bro? They're just broke (Haha) You know that man don't play fair Ayy, you don't want war, just stay there Ayy, gyal put down that Mayfair (Cigarette) I just linked bro in Mayfair (Ayy, wagwan?) Just linked Chip at Nobu's She wanna come (Mm-mm), no, boo (Sorry) I'm with the lads, I told you When I'm done, I'll phone you I was out ganking Now why they wanna test my gangster? I'm a mad man Man will turn into a squeezer See that gyal's knockers Cor blimey mate, I really need ya (Come on, son) I stick with a geezer (Geezer) We ball like FIFA (Come on) Had to wake up an' smell the coffee (Woo) They try assassinate like my name Gaddafi No love for the hierarchy They know I'm old school like Tamagotchi (Old school) A rasta, eatin' salt and ackee Why's my man talking? Sew him, akky (Quick) J teng's sad, but he's trigger happy D teng mad and he's kinda aggy Tengy, tengy Aus Songtexte Mania