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Yo, Bugzy Malone, twenty-one, downa I'm going in to war mode and that means I’ll do what the fuck I wanna (Yeah) And I'm handsome, I don't give a fuck who it belongs to (Yeah) Trackstar, you wanna see the lizzy that’ll run through I'm a rapstar now, but I'm a [?] Not a drilla boy, I've left mine open, leakin' Terrorist the way I [?] appearence, screamin' Brandishin' my flicky and the shrubs, steamin' When I snap I see red like I’m possessed by a demon Always been a nigga that can dress clean Rubbin’ everyday, I [?] finesse, weed Never knew when I was in my next dream [?] nightmares had a nigga stressed, now they're telling me I’m blessed Boy you're listening to a next thief Loyal for my killies, I will sweat, bleed Don't cry for me if it's death, cry for me if I lose the world [?] and go get peace Never that (Never) I’m in the Lamborghini with the roof off and [?] Victory lap, pagin' me back Tonight's in the trap Watchin' my older puttin' nasty in a rap [?] see cus' if they bestin', flushin' Add the bacon soda, let the boy, don't wash it It's classy, you need the balaclava And if you see feds, hit the fence and you could [?] SongtexteIt's a caution and gets filthy when you gettin' dirty money fucking with these hoodrats You servin' scumbags, you better pray you run fast (Ah) Killing means you do time, you'll never get back So it's fun and games until' you're in a cage Nobody tells you that jails full of regrets (Nah) I'm on the phone telling him I want the raw gold bricks and [?] Your loyalty [?] you think niggas are real Til' they start sending dick pictures over to your ex And your old as a certified til' you hit the block years later in a C-class Mercedes and you're mortified The same nigga that [?] to [?] Told you to bag it up, lookin' like a [?] Independence means you gotta be smart (Huh) These rappers are following the leader I cap the new Louie when it's just in like Bieber (Huh) And all the petty tanks, six litres Before Cali-weed we had haze (Hey) Ownership is how we get paid I'm looking at mansions, know you niggas don't play Got the staty made in Italy like it's a bolognes, what's this, look I'm about to sell out the arena in my city I'm like the pipe, hypin' away, did they they walk with me And they'll listen to a word, they [?] [?] is the castle, nobody fucks with me In the streets, [?] like City in United's garden Traffic jams and everything, I don't care, adrenaline I just get competitive, everyone's repetitive [?] and broke niggas, [?] [?] half dead already, like the [?] in [?] It's a [?], now it's givin' man a heart attack How 'bout the sharp position, five years in a row, back to back So if legends live forever then I guess I'm Peter Pan I resurrected on em' like the black Jesus Come down from the cross and landed on my feat [?], I used to spend a winter short enough, boxes from a blenda' Now the fall stars November and we're finishing December I've got the Scottish and Irish, callin' upon [?] like they pirates Lions and tigers, I came up with riders Any disrespect will decorate your front door with the bottom of our Nikes You're listening to a [?], I'm british and I'm proud Always give my blood, sweat and tears to the crown God the save the queen, cus' she's the head of state I went bangin' on my adversaries with an empty plate And I've sold my soul before, [?] with the [?] (Hey) Pray to the gods for better days (Hey) Only do it if it gets you paid Manchester to the death of me, home of the brave This is that great british shit cus' I was born here Learned to kick a ball here I remember Paul Gascoigne with three lions on his shirt Lay on the floor with his arms in the air Just celebrating the victory of warfare Greatness running through my veins On these cold english streets is where I learned to play the game I learned to break a key [?], thirty-six, twenty-eight And I'm decapitating rappers like I'm fucking Henry VIII Bugzy Malone, twenty-one, [?] Aus Songtexte Mania