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(Rah, that's RjayOndaTrack) (SPK) Uh-huh Yardie shubeen just started, real long minute, you're in it for a finish, innit? Baddie not Wraylee's family, not just nephews, ain't no limits, innit? Ain't come thru' for the pa**a, Rasta please no gaze, no gimmicks, innit? Call the five-ding door spinners becah we fidget before we spin it, spin it What? Spin it, fill it, whip it, tug it, rise up, fly that bullet, bullet Man's in the shubeen with two drinks mixin', tell the DJ, "Ayy, pull it" (Pull up) Seen so many man get j*rked in the night times cookin', the heat's like spice, man bun him Bro's in the trap shottin' white girl, now he's in a white cells, funny how a whitе man's judgin' Why-why they judgin' like Judge Rindеr? Everybody wan' pree, man, it's comin' like it's made of inter And my brudda hit her with a switcher No Ninja Turtle, get left, no likkle Splinter Know what, my killy from Brum, a big gyal to some, but to him, I'm a likkle sister This-this baddie lookin' for a mister, it's tough, I put my fist up, hit her with a twister (Uh-huh) Bar-barbie, don't need bare ice, no lolli' for bare badeens in oh polly, gosh golly I-I twist it Ollie if she's got body-ollie, pon tings, I get froggy, I'm sorry A hot boy, Bobby Shmurda, bodied, I fist up my man like me squared on hockey (Bap) I see him get lift, stairs are rocky Gunners out, so we put the work on rugby Gu-Gunners out like it was AFTV, GG, jump out, spin it like CD's Put it on loop, repeat, cheeky, just got hat off a beanie (Huh) Ju-just got hat off the baddest, she give me the baddest Simmer toes curl so freely Champagnepapi, they love me like Kiki That's why they wan' watch and pree me (Huh) Ya-Ya-Yardie shubeen just started, real long minute, you're in it for a finish, innit? (Hah) Baddie not Wraylee's family, not just nephews, ain't no limits, innit? (Ayy, come here) Ain't come thru' for the pa**a, Rasta please no gaze, no gimmicks, innit? (Oi) Call-call the five-ding door spinners becah we fidget before we spin it, spin it (Wow) Spin it, fill it, whip it, tug it, rise up, fly that bullet, bullet Man's in the shubeen with two drinks mixin', tell the DJ, "Ayy, pull it" (Pull up) Pure-pure five star what broski's cookin' True say, I be up and in the bando juggin' (Ayy, cut that) Two rack deep off of live show bookings They don't call me a mic man for nothin' Spin it, fill it, whip it, tug it, rise up, fly that bullet, bullet Man's in the shubeen with two drinks mixin', tell the DJ, "Ayy, pull it" (Pull up) Bro's in the back with a bad one jookin' Peng gyal can't get too close, I start buggin' Thumper gyal, she too ready, ayy, look in' Buck me? I live well, you're smokin' on suttin' Ski got two-two tings in a room, no Zoom, four-way convo, this dumb f**k The-the-the yute too f**ky to ra**, a lucky hard knock lifer, we call this one tough luck Own-own in the corner, Wray with the slush pup Two yutes hit the grey goose, no duck, duck (Ayy, sit back) Brow-brow-brown and white, made the lightweight upchuck Badman arch up, they do get gun buck They-they do get gun buck or buck fiddy My young bucks buck or bun cod for me Kucheans, I'm a unit as Kompany Get jacks on curtesy's f**kery Get-get Jackson on Janet and Tan' still spazzin' I'm top gear, what you call that? Formatic I'm frontline, lights are the white, let's 'ave it I pull up like decks and jack it De-de-de-decks get jack up like jack food Caucasian females came in for black yutes Pocket them, hungry for money like fat yutes Try do up this yute, get done up like that yute Do-do-done up by that yute, stick it like bamboos N***as take things without thank you Come on as man, that's a bad move, I'm in a bad mood You can get tan, it ain't Cantu Ya-Ya-Yardie shubeen just started, real long minute, you're in it for a finish, innit? (Hah) Baddie not Wraylee's family, not just nephews, ain't no limits, innit? (Ayy, come here) Ain't come thru' for the pa**a, Rasta please no gaze, no gimmicks, innit? (Oi) Call-call the five-ding door spinners becah we fidget before we spin it, spin it (Wow) Spin it, fill it, whip it, tug it, rise up, fly that bullet, bullet Man's in the shubeen with two drinks mixin', tell the DJ, "Ayy, pull it" (Pull up) Pure-pure five star what broski's cookin' True say, I be up and in the bando juggin' (Ayy, cut that) Two rack deep off of live show bookings They don't call me a mic man for nothin' Spin it, fill it, whip it, tug it, rise up, fly that bullet, bullet Man's in the shubeen with two drinks mixin', tell the DJ, "Ayy, pull it" (Pull up) Bro's in the back with a bad one jookin' Peng gyal can't get too close, I start buggin' Thumper gyal, she too ready, ayy, look in' Buck me? I live well, you're smokin' on suttin'
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