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Yo, I am a rapper slash nang singer song writer
From when I was a younger even up to this day
Man trying to drag me under
What a bumba
You know that you can find me
I never change my number
I don't mind if these private callers wanna carry on blinging off my line
I'm happy to remind that
If there girl was to see me on their one's
They would wanna bang me or give me the shines
I'm a dappa X white gold chain ripper
Crack pusher man if it need be
Last man to pull his hands on my chain
Found himself in a scarred oil greasy, nananizle
North east, south west, whole of the country
I'm kinda famous thanks popsy
You want food, stay around dubsy
C's got the leng ting, trust me
Bun your cheap talk, what do you think I am?
See me, me, me, I'm on a mad ting, you don't understand
Never will I sing, sing to the feds like couple man I know
Snitch, plonka, fool
Yo, if you stackin' up and you ain't frontin'
Then you have the right to represent London
Know me
Na, na, ni, ni, na, na
If you've got your own whip and your earning paper
Then you have the right to be a heartbreaker
Know me
Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha
I'm a winner, producer, artist, MC killer
Every time I go to pick up a mic frighteners
I'm with the true riders, real top billers
If you listen to my new album there's no fillers
Got an N-Dubz beat cold chiller
Mum said, stay away from the gold diggers
But I ain't gonna like, I like sharing
And she like staring and none of us is caring
Sex after dinner, I'm a wheeler dealer
X brown and white t-shirts
Nike track suit with the black fila
Didn't never wanna follow others, I'm a leader
Said I was a fool but I am a book reader
Catch a couple of haters call me a cheater
Got a couple of fans and now I don't need ya
It's only right I'm wearing my Rolex, hello standard procedure
Bun your cheap talk, what do you think I am?
See me, me, me, I'm on a mad ting, you don't understand
Never will I sing, sing to the feds like couple man I know
You're a snitch I was there Duku yourself
If you stackin' up p and you ain't frontin'
Then you have the right to represent London
Know me
Na, na, ni, ni, na, na
If you've got your own whip and your earning paper
Then you have the right to be a heart breaker
Know me
Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha
Wait 'til you see what I end up with mills
Momma didn't raise no dumb kid
Came from the dirt and licking man's merc
But now in a bema one series turbs
Money, money makes the world go round
The same way the money makes the girls go down
Blatantly killin them no more playing
Man, a hundred pound straight ten grand minimum
My car, my house, my bills
These bitches know the deal
'Cause they're all paid by me
I got my own money and I
Ain't looking for no footballers
So if you wanna bring it to me
Let's take it back, I will defeat you
Bun your cheap talk, what do you think I am?
See me, me, me I'm on a mad ting you don't understand
Never will I sing, sing to the feds like couple man I know
Snitch, plonka, fool
If you stackin' up and you ain't frontin'
Then you have the right to represent London
Know me
Na, na, ni, ni, na, na
If you've got your own whip and your earning paper
Then you have the right to be a heart breaker
Know me
Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha
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