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Correct Ayo Techno Lyrics
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[Verse 1] Run up on a man like "are you tipsy?" Get my work on, it's time to move shifty Punch up man, now the feds wanna shift me Looking for the Five-O man, fuck fifty Officer Nicholas, dem wanna nick me Bun them man, man ah move on swiftly Herb lit and the roads get misty I don't give a fuck if it's risky I tell a officer, "suck your mum and pickney" You can't say "watch your mouth" I ain't inna no lip read But bun them, man are tryna progress at quick speeds I'm double U, all you need is a big Z Big Z double U, [?] come from radio and rip G's I ain't talking tough when I flip G's MTP, we're the crew, can't shell down Make two, two black boys ghost like Kenan and Kel now We ain't on a funny man ting like a David Chappelle crowd But we got bars that'll make your girl proud When she lock into radio But if you walk in the building, you'll probably smell loud [Chorus] Cuh man are more loud than the loud from down But normally I do shell crowds And man can't talk with my dans Cuh you'll be pranging for dargs who bell hounds Quick punches, a whole bang is a bar That bang, now they want intel now (dere, dere) They're tryna holler, man mad for you Man are all sad and I don't give a hell now [Verse 2] MTP, see the crew got shellers Full of normal dons and drug sellers All on job, can't eff with the fellas Sweet boys get wrapped up, Fruitellas Shower down mic, you will need umbrellas Out for P's, I wear love with letters My Team Paid and we're out for the cheddar Share the dough, make paper cut like shredders They can't shower down mic with tekkers Any girl wanna touch wod like peckers You man are sheep, while we're shepherds You ain't original with it, you copy methods Jump on the riddim, it gets peppered Enter the grime scene, things got bettered Jump on the riddim, it gets peppered Enter the grime scene, things got bettered [Chorus 1] Cuh man are more loud than the loud from down But normally I do shell crowds And man can't talk with my dans Cuh you'll be pranging for dargs who bell hounds Quick punches, a whole bang is a bar That bang, now they want intel now (dere, dere) They're tryna holler, man mad for you Man are all sad and I don't give a hell now [Verse 3] You can have all of your boys in the background Screaming your bars, but that don't mean that you're hard Your boys shred cuh I know that you won't get far Told them I'm Tempa T with the pars (them pars, eh) Try send, but you won't get far We ain't in the same class My lyrics' meaningful, your bars' shit, just ask You're shit, just ask You ain't levels, the mandem will tell you fast Might as well quit and focus on next craft Send us a target, are you dumb? Bars too cold, might kill him with the drum Write that down, might kill him with the drum I'm in the studio, running out of time So I'm billing it fast, yeah I'm billing it fast Cuh first year, I set it with riddims and dubplates Thirsty, wanna be first in a come race Any second, that's a dumb pace DMC's a size second on a Long Dane Levels, you're only a third I don't really know if your song's raced I don't really care if it's free Cuh I don't really fuck with the don states All the bad shellers better put me forth I ain't talking numbers, if you ain't clocked I'm gassed with the .45, cuh I don't war with the dumpers Man still on beef like five gang [?] six guys Saying that you'll draw for your bumpers Saying you got tings in jumpers [?] to the sixth gang That I'll make manaman understand why I roll quick punches You'll get stunned like [?] Swung in your shoulder like seven [?] You'll get bun like a eighth Lyrically, fam you got no weight So, if a man set pace You'll get murked in one less than a nine bar And you know that it's straight Ten out of ten for my grind-hards [Chorus 1] Cuh man are more loud than the loud from down But normally I do shell crowds And man can't talk with my dans Cuh you'll be pranging for dargs who bell hounds Quick punches, a whole bang is a bar That bang, now they want intel now (dere, dere) They're tryna holler, man mad for you Man are all sad and I don't give a hell now [Chorus 2] Cuh man are more loud than the loud from down But normally I do shell And man can't talk with my dans Cuh you'll be pranging for dargs who bell Quick punches, a whole bang is a bar That bang, now they want intel (dere, dere) They're tryna holler, man mad for you Man are all sad and I don't give a hell, cuh Man are more loud than the loud from down But normally I do shell And man can't talk with my dans Cuh you'll be pranging for dargs who bell Quick punches, a whole bang is a bar That bang, now they want intel (dere, dere) They're tryna holler, man mad for you Man are all sad and I don't give a hell, cuh [Chorus 1] Cuh man are more loud than the loud from down But normally I do shell crowds And man can't talk with my dans Cuh you'll be pranging for dargs who bell hounds Quick punches, a whole bang is a bar That bang, now they want intel now (dere, dere) They're tryna holler, man mad for you Man are all sad and I don't give a hell now [Outro] Brrrrrrrap
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