Correction Lyrics Duppy (Cammy Riddim Remix) by P Money

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Lyrics

(Limitless on the beat)

Yo, wack MC's, I can't stand you lot
If it was up to me, I would've banned you lot
Now I'm tryna figure out who brang you lot
Won't hang with, I'd rather hang you lot
Anyone who clashed me, and thought I lost
I can't even lie to you, fam, you flopped
Cah' my pen sharper then old Man U tops, ah
Smoking MC from the intro
I don't care about cars, that is a sinkhole
For the jewelry, man took risk bros
Man had blockchains before there was crypto (MAD)
No name, I turn man John Doe
Have a man's family seeking compo
If I spend money on war, it's long, bro
I'm giving out pieces like Morley's combos
I pay man to drive through like ULEZ
One car and two peds, like your music, 10 o'clock news, two dead (Woah)
Cut man for my friend like sous chef, left them flat like two bed (Wowzers)
Can't bump none of my ones 'round here
My team check hammers like Souček
You ain't on the field, you retired, you get paid to talk like Souness
Bro if you violate me, then the moods set
Aim at jerseys, I take man for Dudek
Mash up manager, engineer, and designer 'cause of what you said (you)
And if we're talking about who's who or did the wetter
I'm betting on Blacks like roulette (Trust)
Bu-but you will not ride, you don't want violence, you just want vibes
Even if I don't wanna roll outside, I'll pay for the pitch like it's five-a-side
This kind of Mac don't come with no fries
Different, I am not like these guys (Rah)
Your friends that got away, got life (Ah?)
My friends, never got away, got life (Gang)
Fifteen dons, still counting
Violate me, you are gonna need rehousing (Rah)
See a man driving past, then metal after whip like T-1000, (Wowzerz)
Machine in trackie, when disconnect, turn my man laggy
When I tell you, we got poles on a bike, there ain't no trick nuts, we ain't doing up backies
Think you're bad because of your cammy, f**k cammy
I back out the rammy and dip, dip
Scene left with the chest out like nip-slip
My guys stepping with arms like Fitbit
Trust when I say I know youts that started spraying younger than Chip did
These man did more drillings than Kwik-Fit, running with food in the bag like picnic
I've seen man send out the hit-list, encrypted, disappearing witness
Feds missed it, can't say that he did this, not our problem bro, that's your pig sh*t (Wowzerz)
Law abiding citizen, brudda your life some chick flick
I learned from Jay-Z, in business
For a quick quid, man hustle then nipped it (R.I.P)
You been about it? I doubt it
Empty tents, I touch mic, they crowded
Do you know how much I done without shouting?
It's not a punishment ting, I'm just grounded (Uh)
You ain't hard, you just sound it
April the 8th, an Aries was founded
Last time a man looked for trouble, he found it
Sky-ed man, and left his thoughts all clouded (Hmm)
Bun up a boy about sideman (Ah?)
Oil in the ride if I see what I'm cooking, I pan the ting right then I fry man
Come like an English breakfast for my man (Garn)
Bredrins wanna try man, if I switch out monotone, mans hypeman
Lick off your head, 'bout "Why fam?"
They can see more satelite than Sky, man
When I'm with Tobi, Zerkaa or JJ, man can't take them for Sideman
I know Simon, Ethan, Vik and Wroetoshaw, I'll back all of the guys fam
No two ways about it, I'll phone up Callux like "Bro, I need them in white fam"
Might just see me with Van Dijk fam
Close with the ballers, 'cause I know the right fam
(O-o-o-o-o-okay)

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