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Mubz Got Beats You know you can’t tell me 'bout acting (what), but man can't tell me about rapping And man can’t tell me 'bout ladies, dawg, I make 'em laugh then I'm smashing (yeah) Man can’t tell me 'bout hustling, and man can’t tell me 'bout grafting I made a name around London town and I still ain't lost my Brum accent, wait Man can't tell me about sweet ones, my sweet ones had man sour The way the two tings were fighting for me, you would've thought I was Ghost from Power Thought I was ghost from where? (huh) Thought I was ghost from who? (nah) Man can't violate me, nah, man will violate you Man can't talk about grinding, had Tony Hawk thinking, who's my man (who's my man?) I grind so much cause my team's gotta eat, you won't ever see me flex on my right hand (no) I hеard them yutes wanna chat on the kid, how many timеs did we tell 'em come fight man? (fix up) I got a sweet one like Kim K but I can't trust that these yats won't line man (uh) That's crazy we can do dirty, OT fat one called Kirsty, she don't play games she's 30 Still trapping on peoples' S coupes, tell them that the chop rate is certi (hah) Santan, hally or BK, drop like 10 all straight on a weekday Bally dropping 7k drop (?) with (?) then we hit it on replay Man can't tell me 'bout nothing at all, from young I been running up hundreds Dishing out gunjas, Trippy been trappy since school (?) from a (?) to an onion, now I got (?) just fly out the coupe You can come for it, I'll bring it to you I'm a man on the move, fly them out a coupe Man can't tell me 'bout rap, I had a million views before plaques When bros got trapped in the trap, now I'm back spitting nothing but facts, no cap (aye) Man can't tell me 'bout cuties, chocolate booties, brown and boujee, still get scooped in a hooptie Caramel coolie, bad like Boosie, and my n*ggas still on the move Man can't tell me 'bout wifey, if his neck and his wrist ain't icy Gotta grind for the money just like me, or that man can't tell me that he like me And no gyal can't tell me 'bout fight me, unless she don't wanna end up in an IC Had to run a girl down in my Nikes, now the drip from my lips on my Nikes Try say that I did it with this one, buss case cah I did it with that one Try say that they saw me in this one, that's a lie cause I was in that one I said judge yeah I linked down this one, but I'm p*ssed cause I should've linked that one And if ya b*t*h ain't nothing like this one, then how you gonna be with that one (that one, that one) Alright, steppas, fuh ya son gwan mi tekkers Real top shotta, no kweffers (bow, bow) Gyal slip and fall over headfirst (what ya mean) Rain or sun, any weather (any weather) Black Nike gloves and a leather Gyal arch ya back and catch a heart attack Turn 'round, let me bragga that Furthermore, let me bragga that Mi nuh hear all the banter chat Mi nuh hear all the chattings They know the name, and they know the face, so man's rapping now They know the name, and they know the face, cause man's active now Man come to the hood and slap it round Man can't tell me 'bout jugging, it's long, I can floss on my own Young boss in my zone, I link (shh) on the phone, like 999 please hurry I'm bleeding You follow, I'm leading, I spend like it's holiday season I got all this squala on me (got it), she said that she fell in love with the g I said "mami tranquila (?)" we get it for real Man can't tell me 'bout that darg, more than a rapper, spilling the hate d**k it so good, got her telling her mate that I might be the one We don't love these hoes, she's just hiding my (shh) A couple months back I was sitting in jail Asking for (?) or ringing my bail Now I'm out on the roads and my d**k in your girl, test out the shooter and pick up the shell (Gibbs!) Put Gibbs on the remix, you know that's Houston class Peng ting wanna f**k on my gunner, cause she know that he drip too hard (mad) Got a sweet one and she know I stay G'd up, tell her imma yuck till it sound like beatbox My favorite girl, she could never get d-blocked Man can't tell me 'bout crud, I was in the trap, it's disgusting, yuck Trap nuff man food then I got them up With a bruck, get bruck, I could never get washed If I ain't got it on me then my brodie does If we get caught by the feds, it's ments, then I'm (?) inside like Hus Man can't tell me 'bout mad tings, cause the ends is mental We got things in the car, they're dashing, next shot caught knees no Kendall You got a bally but I know you're a nerd (word) You played with fire and got burnt Now, you don't wanna take that mask off, man are coming like Deadpool (facts) My section smoke boys, no menthol (facts) Put (?) in your smoke, it's dreadful Virgin Mary, man's making profit, so the checks don't bounce, that's (?) Them man are bait, it's long, why you think the feds want get you? You rap but you're Trey in songs, me, I just wanna be successful Man can't tell me 'bout grafting, man I just start laughing Why does my man think he's the sh*t, and these times he ain't even farting Yo, I been in the booth, no backstreet, running to the money, no athlete Coming for the spot, no acne, I been on my graphs in school my brudda, yo I come like x and y axis Man can't @ me, wrap man gladly, let off strip sauce, here's your rap g Claim you're trappy, where's your facts please? You're a white rapper, you must be Plan B See, I've got flows, no river, I've got bros, no sister I've got hoes, don't p*ss her, man put the d in deliver and I literally might put the D in the liver Man can't tell me "Kenks do the man" cah cah man can't jump in Man come switch it up and tell bad man "big dawg, you can't touch him" (truss) Man can switch it up a lil suttin, man can get you touched all for nothing Man will set it up, no instructions I can bend her back, you're bluffing Man can't infiltrate on my team, raise suspicions, watch a man bleed Man can't Gully bop around me, OEC (haha) Man's active, been about on the streets Fact is, I do this with no deets, ratchet, I know kids with no p I rid back to back, you're on cheese What you want know about that ting, I was f**king Kiki but she wants love I ain't no Drake but I can control her, bend your back then buss it back And then I pass the drink to my older, I don't want this ting, I don't want that ting I just want Kiki, Becky, and - she said I'm not her type, I'll beat that ting and let me expose her I'm not sober, I'm not that guy, I'm the black guy It's a black vibe, it's a mad vibe, now they beef me? Keep the pumpy See me shutting down shows, make ya jumpy See that lightskin there, she's my honey, she gon' PM you for that money She wants Cadet, Cadet, she wants closure
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