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Yo, mek sure dem man know Mek sure dem man know Man ah roll up and then (blow) With the big bumbaclart (whoa) Drive past and then spin Press tool button and it ring Man can't walk with my ting And man can't walk with this ting Yo, mek sure dem man know Mek sure dem man know Man ah roll up and then (blow) With the big bumbaclart (whoa) Drive past and then spin Press tool button and it ring Man can't walk with my ting And man can't walk with this ting It's jokes when you think we're gonna tussle That's when he's too big for the duffel Dons talking about "they ain't got no muscles" Man don't give a fuck about muscles Lift that ting, don't care about gym That ting spaz out, kill anything Said don't let it ring Anything inside's getting it too It's peak when man drive through Letras de cancionesMight get out the car too Man's extra, let off an extra two Just to make sure that's you and you Man's cuckoo like the Harlem crew Man know me, man do the mad ting too That's why I stay in my black tracksuit Ready to kweff and boom Yo, mek sure dem man know Mek sure dem man know Man ah roll up and then (blow) With the big bumbaclart (whoa) Drive past and then spin Press tool button and it ring Man can't walk with my ting And man can't walk with this ting Yo, mek sure dem man know Mek sure dem man know Man ah roll up and then (blow) With the big bumbaclart (whoa) Drive past and then spin Press tool button and it ring Man can't walk with my ting And man can't walk with this ting I done said I don't ramp with the ting I done said I don't ramp on a show I done said if a man try diss I done said I will let a man know I done said about bwoy, bwoy, bwoy Yeah, man will get corn in a row (cornrow) Ah Gaza my ting dere But me link Hyper, di gully man flow If a man wan' talk 'bout kweff, let him have it Not like that, like Chris, let him have it One shot kweff, no need for a 'matic Make man turn acrobatic Man flip, then man turn all floppish Jump in my car or van or bike and cut ish Police road block, whole ends get lock ish Cut through with suttin' borrowed from Boris Yo, mek sure dem man know Mek sure dem man know Man ah roll up and then (blow) With the big bumbaclart (whoa) Drive past and then spin Press tool button and it ring Man can't walk with my ting And man can't walk with this ting Yo, mek sure dem man know Mek sure dem man know Man ah roll up and then (blow) With the big bumbaclart (whoa) Drive past and then spin Press tool button and it ring Man can't walk with my ting And man can't walk with this ting Round here, round here Shut your mout, hold a box round here Too much man wanna act round here Wanna move like they're holding a strap round here Not a badman, nah, you're a prat round here Guns and knives and bats round here Man will get his headtop opened, yeah Man will lick off your hype round here I'm a certified OG, I trap round here To the cats and the dogs, rats round here I'm a lyrical G, I'm back round here Suck your mudda, don't come round here If you think that I'm lying, shots be flying Mumzy's crying, everybody's dying Man don't wanna get licked down by the iron Dem man are dead, nah, dem man retired Yo, mek sure dem man know Mek sure dem man know Man ah roll up and then (blow) With the big bumbaclart (whoa) Drive past and then spin Press tool button and it ring Man can't walk with my ting And man can't walk with this ting Yo, mek sure dem man know Mek sure dem man know Man ah roll up and then (blow) With the big bumbaclart (whoa) Drive past and then spin Press tool button and it ring Man can't walk with my ting And man can't walk with this ting From Letras Mania