Cadet, Stormzy - Dungeon Dragon lyrics

I am not Aladdin, no, I am a genie
So far ahead that my shadow can't see me
Believe me
Something 'bout the swagger von deezy
Gucci outfit has got me covered in GG
Rah, rah, got me covered in GG
Gucci outfit has got me covered in GG
And if you get to talking like
You're mobbin' on me G
A headshot and then I'm Audi like a TT
Yeah, I said it, TT
Gun roll waistcoats, freebies cadet, stop it
I don't beef with knuckles or gauntlet
I grab the desi for niggas who acting heavy
Never thought it would get messy but
It's ringing like my celly
C-A-D-D-D-D-D-D, I can feel it in my belly
Way you slaughtering the tunes
You got me feeling like you're Freddy
All I need is a bottle of the Martel
I go hard, I never go like Vybz Kartel


Bury man around eleven feet
You would pass hell
They know I'm pissing on the game like R kell
They don't wanna battle with me
Cuh I'm so raw
Heard every one of your tunes, so poor
Shit's easily kicked off like an old door
Rob Ps and rob her Ps, cold sore

Rah, rah, yeah, the guns be banging
Rah, rah, yeah, the guns be banging
Rah, rah, yeah, the guns be banging
Yeah, the guns be banging, yeah
The guns be banging
Rah, rah, yeah, the guns be banging
Rah, rah, yeah, the guns be banging
Rah, rah, yeah, the guns be banging
Yeah, the guns be banging, yeah
The guns be banging

I ain't one to boast but
My shit's off the chain
18, I'mma take the piss out the game
Got the whole scene wrapped in
A little bit of Riz
But the spliff just dropped
I ain't billing it again
You don't like it? Then fuck off, bitch
Every last prick on the ends I'll mug
Off and you still couldn't fight back
Jakes got my line tapped, cut off
I make the something buss off
Gets peak, guarantee they run off
Walk in the shubs, turn the lights on
Find a yout with ice on
Somebody's pissed that they become my dons
Could never dons, check one two
Turn my mic on
Prick, get rude? That's your life gone
I swear to God that they won't
Like it when I'm coming have 'em running
I don't rave unless the bouncers
Let my gun in and I'm all about my guala
Putting money first like Yungen
And the way a nigga's talking makes
A nigga wanna bun him, yeah
All I need is a bottle of the Henny
Plus the all-black swag has got
Me looking like I'm Pecky if he's burny
Man will wet him up or hit him with the semi
I ain't tryna be the baddest
I'm just tryna hit the belly
Talking like you're bad, don't beg it
The girlies and the guala, yeah, we get it
I make the something ring, no credit
Eff it, rasclart Stormzy and Cadet
Got my dons locked like some dungeon dragons
We be OT up in country slanging waved off
Chilling with the blunt and the magnum
Plus I'm sick in the head
Call me Marilyn Manson, but

Rah, rah, yeah, my guns be banging
Rah, rah, yeah, my guns be banging
Rah, rah, yeah, my guns be banging
Yeah, my guns be banging, yeah
My guns be banging

Is this the thanks I get
For bringing you niggas in?
Is it my fault that you
Couldn't aim his ting?
You was aiming, arm was shaking
Saying how you'd get to blazing
But I dodged it and evaded it
And smacked him in his shin
Man, they just mad and they
Ain't got your punches
Doing ACs and working on the
Abs like it's crunches
How you gon' forget? You a motherfucker B
Fam, I'm C-A-D-d-d-det-D-d-d-det, me
I hear the mumbling, I hear the cackling
But beefing me? There's no chance
Nobody be backing him
They really wanna swing but they say
Knives got a smack on it
The luger ruger roots to have
You stiffer than a mannequin
You wanna sleep on C? Overnight
Swing till there's not a thing left
You can hold a right
Niggas know the swag Cad's
Smoother than the Dolemite and if I swing
You better lean back like you hold a kite
You see my shiny arse brudda, my brudda?
Where I'm going with the food
You should be saying walla
Sorry, man, I'm tired of your voice, say nada
You can lose your head right now, just a tada

C-Cadet, Cadet, Stormzy
C-Cadet, Cadet, Stormzy
C-Cadet, Cadet, Stormzy, Stormzy
C-a-d-d-d-d-d, Stormzy, Stormzy
Cadet, Cadet, Stormzy, Stormzy
C-a-d-d-d-d-d-d-d-d-d-d stormzy, Stormzy
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