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[Intro: Producer Tags & Mr
Jamma
Fresh Baby
Yo, Dublin, big up yourself, you dun
Obviously, it
Crud!
Maud!

1: J.B2]
Man back mash and bop with a different sauce
And splash your cash, she bop the edible, oh
lights, see po-po
I don't know what do
Baby cattin', uh,
Fishing-fishing, lost,

2: Russ]
Fuck-fuck yutes, they're irrelevant
Infected, they medicine
On sight 'ting, if you're from
One man up, way too
Slide the broom like Harry, uh
Sexed on bae, no bally
Akhi, ying and yang, I been
Fly then the shots in the alley

3: J.B2 & Crowd]
Michael Jackson twist up your
again, man pattern the neek
Arsenal, bro, Welbeck, gonna run
Big man on the neck likkle-likkle
Na, uh-uh, can't settle-settle
up my lead tongue, Skittle-Skittle
Baby 'pon me, jiggle-jiggle
Got the jeet and tryna surf on pum

[Verse 4:
Michael Jack, moonwalk in the
Pretty face and a whole of butt
Ching him up, tryna out your guts
Boom-boom, bang, got two in the
Like, bro, what was you
Back it out, now the sprinting
Let 'em have it, let the sink in
Shoot, slap it off blinking

[Verse 5:
I don't even wanna too much
All these faggots know we put poles in
I might get DS to his shank or get big bro to back his spinner
They don't see Loose in the cold, bro
Had shook and turned them sprinter
How times have we run down Adz?
Got chased shanks, some stupid nigga
Got in the lack while sleeping
How the fuck can I call beefin'?
They don't this index squeezing
Regz in the room so your bitch ain't
How many times did lock up bro?
I backed my shank, need me a reason
Wait 'til shh comes back on
Cah 'til he does; I won't creeping

6: J.B2 & Mr WOT]
Who's-who's that
You ain't badder us, you're shit
Kway-kway, bill up the and lit
She just loving the sex, tit
me, daddy
When I bop her
Tryna nut it in
ugh, no quicky
When I lick that, tryna get this teddy
give chit-chat

[Verse 7:
See the taking off so rapid
Back out my shank, then back in jackets
And the gyal over there so
Opp's gon' cuff 'cause they come faggots
I slept in the cells no blankets
Had to put all my in baskets
And they put all my food in
They bag all my clothes in packets
It's the I live, where you never see man complain
I ain't never seen YJ so gassed; made the disappear like David Blaine
It's like Remi done put out a diss track, then got straight on the plane
It's got my head back so I gotta smoke the Mary Jane
Huh?
I known better
I put holes in numerous tops so the send home letters
I got 'ere with a sawed-off dots, yeah they say I'm a

Man J.Sav can't stop dipping
Mum's to go sew sweaters
get a mans top wetter
Opps doin' up love
I can't no female, you can call me dome-getter
I ain't got no
So I'm out here breaking
I'm really tryna get target
in your head like I'm playing darts

[Outro: Mr
Crud!