Love talks to everyone
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Love talks to everyone
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Love talks to everyone, money talks more
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Love talks to everyone, money talks more
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Love talks to everyone, money talks more
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I couldn't be a chief, money, money, money,
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Love talks to everyone, money talks more
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I couldn't be a chief i couldn't be a chief
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Big shout to the boy who thinks he's a dappa
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Your looking at your jewellery thinking you're a dappa
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Now your round your way tryin'to say you're a dappa
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I'll stop you in your midst with a blitz von clapper
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Big shout to the boy who thinks hes a don
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You're looking at your Avirex thinking your a don
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Now you're in your area with your friends your a don
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I'll catch you by yourself make your girl full gone
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Big shout to the boy who thinks he's a scopse
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You're looking at your half ounce thinking your a scopse
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You're always walking 'round tryin sound like a scopse
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But make no mistake your a fake, Dizzy knows
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Big shout to the boy who thinks he's a G
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You're looking at your fake watch thinking your a G
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I see you stratford rex trying flex like a G
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Looking for your yat she was sat next to me
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You could be a dappa you could be a don but i dont watch your face i dont care where your from
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Show me what your on
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Wheres your cash wheres your wong [x2]
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You could be a scopse you could be a G
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But pass anythin and stop eyein it to me
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Show me what your on
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Wheres your cash wheres your wong [x2]
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Big shout to the girl who thinks shes a diva
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Your at your dressing table thinking your a diva
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But steady tryin walk tryin talk like a diva
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But now you just wonder and under acheiver
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Big shout to the girl who thinks shes a devil
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Your looking for a way to cause harms like a devil
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Your sitting in your yard talking hard like a devil
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Cold bit a gold digger lookin for a medal
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Big shout to the girl who thinks shes a swingers
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Your getting up your gums to da boys like a swingers
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Your chattin to a brer
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You dont care your a swingers
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Now your on the floor reading war for beginners
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Big shout to the girl who thinks its a game
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Your always chatting air musta been like a game
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You chat the dizzy man rude like a game
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Dont make me have to skitz keep
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Your lips from my name
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You could be a dappa you could be a don but i dont watch your face i dont care where your from
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Show me what your on
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Wheres your cash wheres your wong [x2]
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You could be a scopse you could be a G
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But pass anythin and stop eyein it to me
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Show me what your on
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Wheres your cash wheres your wong [x2]
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I heard you gotta a problem with me?
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Rude boy listen
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Why you tryin make enemies?
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Rude boy listen
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Go and get your street family
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Rude boy listen
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Ill be waiting patiently
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Rude boy listen
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Got stop chattin my name
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Rude girl check it
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Any little way of getting fame rude
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Girl check it
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Me and your man aint the same
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Rude girl check it
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You aint got no shame rude girl check it
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I love girls and
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Money money money
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I got watched faced
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I watched
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Money money money
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I worked real hard for the
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Money money money
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And in the paper chase for the
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Money money money
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Im from the streets of
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I couldnt be a chief
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Got girls on my case so
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I couldnt be a chief
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If its arms we can meet cos
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I couldnt be a chief
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I put u in ur place cos
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I couldnt be a chief
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You could be a dappa you could be a don but i dont watch your face i dont care where your from
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Show me what your on
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Wheres your cash wheres your wong [x2]
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You could be a scopse you could be a G
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But pass anythin and stop eyein it to me
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Show me what your on
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Wheres your cash wheres your wong [x2]
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You could be a dappa i couldnt be a chief [x3]
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Wot U On?
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Dizzee Rascal |