Chip - Peri Peri Sauce lyrics

Oh, no look

You mascot for a team that
You know don't like you
I don't like you cuh I ain't like you
44 in the 4 door, time you bang it man
'llow it man
You only shoot with your cameraman
Chippy don't run, this ain't house
I ain't shuffling
Me, I play clean, not dirty
Still I'll shovel him
Heart? You ain't got any, but legs
You had many
You chicken, you ain't on nuttin'
You run when it's peri peri
Hot, boy, hot, boy, it's getting hot, boy
Why you in the crew? You'll
Never be the top boy act bad boy
You been watching too much Top Boy
It's Mr went Pop, boy, I let it pop, boy
If I ran like you
They might expect that shit
That's why I've been rushed
I don't take that shit
You're a gunman? We don't expect that shit
ABCDFG, check that shit
When I saw you was humble
Why you lying? Take it down
You wanted to talk, not the other way around
I was waiting for the 44 to come out
I see it in you eyes
You ain't on what you're rapping about
You a fraud nigga
Cameras go on and you go crazy
You ain't even gangsta for Mr oopsy-Daisy
Dumbed it down quick, double pounds quick
True shit true colours
Show no white flags in my blueprint
What I got from Sony, you will never get
So bun your advance, here's a reality check
Cash Motto bars in the bank you can get
You a fraud spitting air
That's an AC on legs
Lord of the Mic, lord of my yard
You can't damage me
Can't buy clashing ability with your salary
Jammer put a price on his head
He can't challenge me
I'll clash him and thrash him and
Give the money to charity
Show-money went up since Daddy put you on?
Why not say thank you instead
Of running your gums?
You are not a shooter, you a apple crumbler
Looking like you trying to tell
Hulk "take my number"
I'm Jamaican, a weh de rarse wed di bumba?
This light brick should have
Breast and a bumper
You love talking guns with no intent
This actress should've been in The Intent
Lying to the people, you are not about it
Who drops their food on the floor
And makes a song about it?
Lies this way, you need to chill, darg
Hey running man, the Olympics are in Brazil
Darg 12345-8910
Always acting like you can't see them
That's why I'm calling your bluff
You a speng
You ain't never aimed at a human with a skeng
Listen, on songs, be yourself, man
It's nothing you ain't even shout suck your
Mum when you were dussin'
Biting off more than you can chew
Too glutton biggest song's about yourself
You ain't on nuttin'
Even if you rap back, can't change the facts
Fam never once said I was
But you are not a badman
Pinocchio nose, and your pants on fire
Everyone at Visions that night
Know you a liar young boy
You don't have to lie on every tune
There ain't nothing wrong with not
Trying to be a goon
Cuh if you're Mr 44 in the 4 door
You ain't meant to fight Hulk or
Write bars you fi shoot see it in your eyes
You ain't one with yourself
You don't even back yourself, humble yourself
Chippy, I'm a smart guy, not a geek
About neek, you don't even smoke weed

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