Ghetts - Who Said Dat? - Tekst piosenki, lyrics - teksciki.pl

13.11.2014

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Rap,Grime

Tekst piosenki
[Verse 1: Ghetts] What? Is that my man? Spin the whip Right there jumping out a white van in the bits Park up, ask Buck, give me the ting One arm up, starstruck, ring-a-ling Hard nut, guard up, I'm in the ring [?] this is it Light work, my mind works militant I'll burst mine first, finish him Man wanna insult badman? (Bun him) Don't make me involve Mad Max I can make him do a backflip And I can make him go handstand (What does that remind you of?) Gynmastics The way the new ting kicks is so Van Damme Giggs ad-lib After I wind down windows and bang Yes darg, stay tuned Cause I wouldn't have wanted nobody missing the best part I came alone, Game of Thrones No one's safe, not even man like Ned Stark Raise the chrome, invade your dome Look at that, I let my enemies know the benchmark Rate the bloke and you ain't as cold I pull it back and let my enemies know my head gone Danger zone, it's a danger zone Fully gassed but you know that's just how the ends are [?] same result Goody bags from a hard day's work man a spend fast These are end bars Kill an MC, M-charge Game over for them, red card Who told you you could trespass? Man gave me his CD I can't hear cause my head's hard My ego's too big for my [?] And why would he give me his CD When everyone knows my name's Ghetto, not Ben Scarr? And how can you call them friends When all they say is "yeah fam, you went hard"? [Hook: Ghetts] What? Who said dat? Don't lie, swear down Don't make me get mad Don't make me get mad What? Who said dat? Don't lie, swear down Don't make me get mad Don't make me get mad [Verse 2: Giggs] Yeah, when they attack, fuck the rules [?] come with MAC-10s and all sorts All talk, this my empire, the boardwalk Kickback slippers and real white Dior shorts Got man's chick on the phone, fuck the small talk Watch man sit on the throne, pop some more corks Movie, chilling at home, pop some more corks Told me she live in the east but she's born North Quick, get the money nonstop This life's enticing This that shit that the [?] gun pop Slice and dice em Click click, can I get a gunshot? 9 for piping This that cake with the cherry on top And it tastes nice with icing Fuck that, don't give a fuck 'bout opinions Bap bap, don't give a fuck 'bout civilians Wiping our crack with the millions Link man, then we can chat 'bout some millions Man had to crack that Da Vinci code [?] Soldiers up in the tent like Red Indians Crackheads up in the crack house syringing Spend it, hatatata, spend kit Get that ganja, sprinkle it Pour that Cognac, drink it Watch that nigga stunting, pinky Watch that nigga's jumpy and kinky This ain't Made in Chelsea with Binky It's game over, Tinchy Caught that nigga dumping, stinky Straight silk, that's the money man socks Rider, Michael Knight ting Tick tick, that's the money man watch I like to buy things Old school shit with the goody gumdrops Know this bitch wanna come and get cock And I gon' slice it nicely [Hook: Ghetts] What? Who said dat? Don't lie, swear down Don't make me get mad Don't make me get mad What? Who said dat? Don't lie, swear down Don't make me get mad Don't make me get mad
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