So now you wanna know,
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But where was you when I was broke?
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Now I see love you¡¯ve never shown,
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So why you think I¡¯m bading?
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I almost swear I made it.
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So fuck them, they don¡¯t go as hard as me,
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Who¡¯s be coming at the ill?
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Fuck them, I¡¯m a disease.
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I put my money where my mouth is,
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They be lying through their teeth,
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Our window be mistaken, I still ache like a pagan.
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So fuck them, they don¡¯t go as hard as me,
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I don¡¯t raise the bar so high, no satellite can find me,
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They can keep chasing their dreams until I clap them out the sleeve
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Gets pissed that they faded, my name they been cremated.
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Lies. You¡¯ve been guessing out them hoes, which are bullshit,
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¡®cause you¡¯ve been kissing on your balls with your small dick.
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Look, I got my willy up.
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And the camera¡¯s on, but now you call me wrong on life, that¡¯s why Harry¡¯s on.
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Door signs and a proof big, two times my hun¡¯
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I ain¡¯t shutting off my time, I¡¯m just letting my shit hang on light
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Off the size of red cage I saw nine in like drizzy
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This time I¡¯d be on the game like Chris Brizzi did to Ree-Ree.
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That¡¯s just D A to P P Y, I¡¯m doing me G
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Them ring tone rappers ain¡¯t got no credit, if one rings around, that brings one later.
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Peace cake, soft and sweet, I¡¯ll piss on them, they all tie their seats
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I shit on them, mighty freaks, they¡¯ll never catch me on the sun bath.
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¡®cause no one cares about what the fuck was made in Chelsea,
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The only way is the streets, don¡¯t care what no one tells me,
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Skied off, once in, two shots, none left. Ten men, one pet. Ten times there?
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Pussy roll on my carpet, ¡®cause the king of the jungle just tore that piece out the market,
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They talking shit on the record, then why exhaust?
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Doing us the dirty thing, is time to flush, ¡®cause the fucking thing¡¯s on it.
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You solve it, you finish all, you dickheads be quiet,
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I¡¯m starving my face and I¡¯m taking pussy, you on a diet.
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You the type to go to Gucci? They caught up high just to try it,
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They got picture, post it on Twitter and don¡¯t even buy
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You don¡¯t hustle, you just listen to nipsy,
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The only strap you only see is on the top of your kick
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I go jump once before and you can even nor stinchy,
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I got them on my shit back, and it wasn¡¯t my fish,
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You see my chains link to my pride if you take what comes to my life
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We get our sign, not even my toilet will let shit slide
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Now let that book in mine and bring that pair around with that dick
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If you only see the shape of that clip, suck it, I¡¯m your prick.
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So now you wanna know,
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But where was you when I was broke?
|
Now I see love you¡¯ve never shown,
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So why you think I¡¯m bading?
|
I almost swear I made it.
|
|
So fuck them, they don¡¯t go as hard as me,
|
Who¡¯s be coming at the ill?
|
Fuck them, I¡¯m a disease.
|
I put my money where my mouth is,
|
They be lying through their teeth,
|
Our window be mistaken, I still ache like a pagan.
|
|
So fuck them, they don¡¯t go as hard as me,
|
I don¡¯t raise the bar so high, no satellite can find me,
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They can keep chasing their dreams until I clap them out the sleeve
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Gets pissed that they faded, my name they been cremated.
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Fuck Them
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| Dappy |
