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SKEPTA, Frisco, Shorty, Jammer
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I feel sorry for Skepta
That guy never used to sound like Skepta
Now that guy sounds like Skepta so much
He would've thought that guy was Skepta
Ay, I feel sorry for my man
My man never used to sound like my man
Now my many sounds like my man so much
He would've thought my man was my man
Yo, I feel sorry for that guy
That guy never used to sound like that guy
Now that guy sounds like that guy so much
He would've thought that guy was that guy
Uh, I feel sorry for likkle man
Likkle man never used to sound like likkle man
Now likkle man sounds like likkle man so much, yo
The bad boys are back (back)
Blowing up shit like bomb in Iraq
White, I'm in all black
It's about to get real grimey
So somebody say, "DJ, pull up the track"
Ow, shut this down
Ain't heard nothing like this since "Pow!"
Ain't heard nothing like this
So God forgive me if I buss my ting right now
Wow, I blow my own trumpet
And if you don't like it, lump it
Bad boy, just for the record
I like tea, but I don't like crumpets
Dirty Money and Boy Better Know together
That's crazy as hell
Me and- got both hands on the big red button
Just say the word, we shut down the world
Wow, everyone knows that Big Fris, I rep [?] in the trap house
I go hard, make MC's tap out
Place your bets on me, get your cash out
And you already know, I'm overly ignorant
So violate and I'm liable to lash out
Ay, Logan, send it
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What's this?
Wow, everyone knows that Big Fris, I rep [?] in the trap house
I go hard, make MC's tap out
Place your bets on me, get your cash out
And you already know, I'm overly ignorant
So violate and I'm liable to lash out
I done put in the work, gimme cash now
I can't even lie, I'm gassed now
Gassed now, shows all over the globe, fam
That's where I'm at now
Flying all over the map now
Presidential ting, it's that now
Start slipping, it could never be that
How could I slip when I know the roads and that foul?
My lightskin dawg in the background
Strapped up so act up and get clapped down
Well, I will never back down
I go hard with the pen for that pound
Fully grown, I go get it
Straight uncut, no edit, get that now
You can't step to my level, get back down
And if you ain't popping off, put your strap down
We been running this ting for a hot sec'
Fall off? Nah, it could never be that now
Album, attack now
Blood, I'm fully grown then, doing it again
I'm a lyrical skeng and I'm moving again
Capital F, the R's moving again
Now I'm moving again, trust me, it's that now
Even the deaf can hear it, it's that loud
I got so much presence, don't mean presents
When I say the game's in a wrap now
Nuff man wanna talk about straps but they ain't got one shell
Said they got nicked, ain't seen one jail
Logan
Ay, I want some of this as well, Shorty
Okay then (let's go), let's go
Boy Better Know (Know)
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