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[Intro] Abm | F# | E | E [Verse 1]
AbmMan try say he's better than me F#Tell my man shut up EMention my name in your tweets Oi rudeboy, shut up AbmHow can you be better than me? F#Shut up EBest in the scene? Tell my man shut up
[Verse 2]
AbmCouple man called me a backup dancer OnsF#tage at the BRITs, I'm a backup dancer EIf that makes me a backup dancer The man in your vids, backup dancer AbmThe man in your pics, backup dancer F#Man wanna chat about backup dancer EBig man like me with a beard I'm a big man, how the fuck can I backup-?
[Verse 3]
AbmComes everywhere I go F#I can't run when my enemies show EWalk in the club with all of my tugs Party's done, everybody go home AbmApart from the gyaldem, you lot stay F#Walk in the club, all the girls say hey ETell a man like I'm k to the a There's no champagne, we don't rave
[Verse 4]
AbmYeah, I'm the best, I'm so cocky F#I've got a mob like A$AP Rocky EI set trends, dem man copy They catch feelings, I catch bodies AbmThey roll deep, I roll squaddy F#Got about 25 goons in my posse EThey drink Bailey's, I drink Vossy I get merky, they get worried
[Verse 5]
AbmIf you got a G-A-T, bring it out F#Most of the real badboys in the south EIf you wanna do me something, I'm about I'm not a gangster, I'm just about AbmBut you see my man over there with the pouch F#Dare one of you man try get loud EAll of my mandem move so foul I might sing but I ain't sold out
[Verse 6]
AbmNowadays all of my shows sold out F#Headline tour, yeah blud, sold out EWhen we roll in, they roll out I'm so London, I'm so south AbmFood in the ends like there ain't no drought F#Flipz don't talk like he's got no mouth EI wanna make my mum so proud Like "yo Mum, book a flight, go now"
[Verse 7]
AbmAll of my ex girls talk to me hard F#Talk to my face, don't talk to my palm EHad four bills and I bought a new car Little red whip that I bought for my marge AbmI straight murk, it's a walk in the park F#I take care when I water my plants EThese MCs wanna talk about Lord of the Mics You ain't even lord of your yard
[Verse 8]
AbmDead MCs, blud, leave me alone F#Me and your girl, we speak on the phone EKill a whole crew of MCs on my own Kill a whole crew of MCs for the throne AbmLook, I was out hungry, so damn hungry F#Man tried eat then leave me the bones ENow these niggas, they need me to grow Hot chocolate and a panini to go
[Verse 9]
AbmI'm a big man, fuck a postcode war F#Man were upset about the MOBO Awards EYeah, I was gassed at the MOBO Awards Why? Cause I ain't won a MOBO before AbmAll of you MCs sound so bitter F#Shut down Wireless, shut down Twitter EShoutout Deepee, shoutout Flipper Best my age, yeah blud, look
[Verse 10]
AbmIf you don't rate me, shame on you F#If you don't rate me, shame on you ECan I order a deathbed for an MC? Wait He wants beef with me? Make that two AbmAnyone else wanna make that move? F#Anyone else wanna pay their dues? EStiff Chocolate, yeah my face so smooth Imposters wanna take my tunes, check it
[Verse 11]
AbmDon't even talk too much, you're a talker F#Dem man still go halves on a quarter ESee me turn from a prince to a pauper Two cigarettes and a bottle of water AbmTold the bouncers get the bottle of water F#Man in the kitchen putting in orders EStiff Chocolate, skin clear like water Smooth on this ting, start locking up daughters
[Outro] Yeah, so shut your fucking stupid mouths Chatting bare fucking shit. Shut the fuck up Shut your fucking mouth Oi rudeboy shut up one time yeh chatting bare fucking shit, shut up man Pussies, what.