Tonart: C minor•
Intro 1
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Verse 1
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the work in large amounts
There's suttin' comin' that
I can't announce
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You know the food taste good
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When you're starin' at a menu
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that you can't pronounce
This winter white truff' will cost
Home- wrecker flows,
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it's guaranteed to make your partner bounce
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It's a horror up in our accounts
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Why's your money froze?
Was runnin' O's,
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that's how we started out
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I saw the angel in the marble
Verse 2
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Now look at me
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Chiselled like da Vinci re
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appeared in '93
I found my inner Preston,
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and I went and set 'em free
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Now we the black Beatles,
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let it be (woo)
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I'm from South London, where them
Verse 3
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boys die by the hundreds
No- one taught us how to mourn,
so we go print 'em on our jumpers
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Back when Mega had the TT hood dreams
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Didn't even know what it was called,
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Used to wear the suede
Wallabee's 'til my foot leaned
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Fifty- inch telly,
courtesy of my bouj fiend
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You can pay me in electronic
Verse 4
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devices
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Stormz' ain't nice, but he's the nicest
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Even back when I was selling, Miley Cyrus
Put a premium on my prices
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Ah, don't make me do it like my stylist
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I hear top boy talk,
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from a bunch of quarter- finalists
Real nigga, living through
a bitch nigga crisis
Verse 5
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Yeah I grew up in the jungle
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On the grid with Martin Brundle
My hairline's the only thing
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that keeps a nigga humble
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God knew what he was
doing when he made me
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Unforgettable, just check the swag,
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I'm on my Swae Lee
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I told Jermaine, I could be the
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Kung- Fu Kenny to your Dave Free
Just be the Ty Ty to my Jay Z
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Dey pree, dey pree
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I get Lizzy, and I stay flee
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These new niggas lit,
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but they just ain't me (tsk)
Verse 6
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Ah, I skrr through it like I'm Sir Lewis
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You nerds had it, but you nerds blew it
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They take shots but I bop tru' it
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I dodge through it, like I'm Rod Stewart
Verse 7
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If you want my body,
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and you think I'm sexy
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The flow's crystal meth,
let me flip it like I'm Jesse
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I control it like I'm Walter White
Tell my mum- in- law, I'll
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treat her daughter right
She don't half the rent
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or ever sort a flight
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I love her up and hold her tight
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Mwah, mwah, mwah, give me kiss
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Pretty little miss, I tell her what it is
Babe, I take you shopping,
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even though I take the piss
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I'm only joking, girl,
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I'm silly like this kettle on my wrist
Verse 8
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Watch dumb, car dumb
Crib's dumb, soon done
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If my money spoke, he'll say,
No smoke, no guns
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No smoke, must be puns
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I'm still good in both lungs
Verse 9
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It's the calm before the storm
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I'll go Bulgari' for my jawn
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Half- a- mill' on jackets that
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I've hardly ever worn
Better check the fee,
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before you ask me to perform
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July 26th, that's the day
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It's the
Verse 10
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arena- packer
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Way back when I used to pree Natasha
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Ask Fatz, yeah, I been a masher
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They wanna race, but I'm Dina Asher
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I bring a whole leap of passa
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The flow'sfrom God but the—
Verse 11
It's big Mikey, but I'm more Spinelli
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She got the Evelyne, I prefer the Kelly
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I got the Oak, but I prefer the skelly
Well done, girl, you hit the belly
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I gotta tone it down on Graham Norton
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All this swag can't fit on telly
Verse 12
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I skrr around on my big Pirelli's
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Them man are actors,
I should give 'em Emmy's
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Them man are washed, hang 'em out to dry
If man are lit,
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then what the fuck am I?
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I must be doing suttin' right
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Hell yeah, fucking right
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Heavy kettle but it's suttin' light
I tell Mel do my button tight
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Gotta look
Verse 13
getttin' my award
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They wonder how I shine,
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that's the presence of the lord
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They wanna know my scent,
nigga, that's Tom Ford
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They wanna know the shows,
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and the places that I've toured
"Stormz', don't you ever get bored?"
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Rapping 'bout things that you
know we can't afford, ah
Verse 14
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It's big Mike, the one to shed a light
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On a rapper's insecurity
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I ain't like you, I need security
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I'm too lit and too rich,
gotta stay dripped for continuity
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The boy's too sick, I need immunity
Them boys are too slow,
but I'm Bolt or I'm Shelly- Ann
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I fill a rap like a jerrycan
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I shoot like a Steadicam
I got kids, but my chick ain't had a
belly scan
Look, I'm a father for many man (boy)
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