[Mr Wot]
Crud
Muadd
My man, looks like he ain't got a tenner (Whoo)
Told me that I fucked her better (Whoo)
We do homework, then apply that pressure (Whoo)
Spin, spin, like David Guetta
Hot gyal, hot like Jamaican weather
Ah mi dat, fill up the mash with pepper
My new gyal, got all my old tings jelaous
Spin, spin, like David Guetta
I need that, deagle, eagle, dessert (Whoo)
Send man Hell, cah they can't go Heaven
The cops and opps, tryna block mans blessings
The kids on bail, but it's up like seven
I don't take L's, I'm learning lessons
Fuck-, fill up the ride with weapons
Eedyat, in due time will- (Pow)
In-in-in due time will get us (Shatta)
Deserve a trophy, lots of girls been chopped
She can't get fucked, cah she chats too much (No way)
Cave hotel, that's the ramping shot (Ah-ha)
Gun man, made her panties drop (Whoo)
It was dread what we done to-
-and -got boxed (Whoo)
M splash mek dem run in shops
(M splash mek dem run in-)
They-they know that Russian don't play
I'm getting payed, I'm having my way (Thats right)
Chocolate boy, the girls wanna taste
X-rated, buss my nut in her face
Carti's, AP's, look at the face, this patek cost like 100k
I payed 40, for my day date, and I spent 300k on my chain
Man pull up in Ranges, Mercs or Bimmers
I like auto shotguns and spinners
Beenie man, in my zim zimma
Chosen one, born as a winner
Irrelevant, they need medicine (Hmm)
Too delicate, my tings seperate (Hmm)
In my element, gyal tek elephant, bedroom specalist
Yo, tunnel vision, you know Russ, with the Russ I'm different
Had your girl, in mad positions
Once I hit that, once I'm missing
Everyting fuck, when gun man reach (Bow)
Don't you know, skengs get beat (Shatta)
Gun man alone, mek gyal get weak, feet, street
I got money on my head, go get your bread back (No way)
Got a Range and a ex, with a big back (Ah-ha)
If Corn get's flung, then the killys did that (Pow)
Everyting get fuck, when Corn dispatch (Pow)
Russ can't take no bad up (No!)
I'm a bad boy, but your girlfriend's badder (Ah-ha)
I fuck nuff gyal, got gyal like Shabba
She knows my songs, I've been making bangers
Step outside with 100 killys (Yeah)
You know I got my shooters with me (They are)
She fell in love with the UK guys, skinned a few times
But the bitch mine (No way)
Unruly, but might get slimed
Woogie man's gyal, mash up her life
High, fly as a kite
Freaky, gyal get work in the night (Shatta)
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