Dappy - Tarzan 2 (I’m Coming) lyrics

So I hate when I talk to my boy from
Pen and he acts like "Cuz you forgotten me"
(Boy) i ain’t got time to shit
Let alone come check you, blud
(What?) you know I’m hot property (Nana)
I got property
Right now I’m in Europe fucking up shit
More than the economy
So when you land, you know I got you properly

I bring my people through
With everything I do
You reppin' me, I fuck wid’ you
Ah, ah, ah, ah
If you a snitchin’ little bitch and
You love singin’ to the blues
Well this song wasn’t made for you
Ah, ah, ah, ah
I’m coming, I’m coming, for you
Ah, ah, ah, ah
I’m coming, I’m coming, for you



Yo, fuck so good make a bitch wanna fight me
Wanna rolex? Ring Wiley when I was a bum
(Bum) , no-one really liked me
Now it's time someone went a got
A new job for Tinie i’m only playing (Ayy)
I’m just saying
That my shit's so hard I’m constipated
Overworked (Worked) , underrated
Now my tings poppin’ off, no gun relation
Grind all day but I ain’t roller blading
All eyes on MOI, holla baby (Nana)
No love for the X, on that note, T
Tell Kelly I've got that motivation
Look, I beg, someone find Max online
Let her know I wanna smash her from the back
(Woo)
If not Sarah Jane can come give me brain and
Put them big red lips on my sack (Sack)
I’ll be killin’ it 'cause
I’ll be getting bread (Bread)
Hard doe
Number 1′s all day on the chart show
So fuck you and your 90 track mixtape
That's a million bars of asshole (Ha)
My flows erect and it opens legs (yeah)
It's fly than a motherfucking jumbo jet
What a selfish bastard, no respect
You know Dapz (Dapz) , no regrets
I still roll through my hood
And I wear my chain fuck a top boy
Scorcher and Bashy can’t do the same (Ha)
Real recognised, real (Woo)
How many albums have you sold today? (Ah)
I ain’t saying that I'm Wayne or Kanye
But, I’m living life on the runway
If you're nang, I’ll be like
"Welcome on board my brudda
Say bye to gun play"
King of the jungle, hardest can be
I dare you to let your chick party with me
I'm Tarzan and I'm hung like a tree (yeah)
Imagine if your new-born pops out
Looking exactly like moi (Woo)
Banter, but on the real tell
Get her own Pampers because I’ll be on the
Tour bus getting pampered
I heard Simon Cowell thinks
I’m a little wanker (Haha)
And I'm getting on his tit's like cancer
(yeah)
And I don’t wanna start mentioning names
(Fuck it)
Where they all now? They're bankrupt
Joe McElderry, oh what a stand up
Alexandra, pull your socks up
Where you hit's at? You ain’t no winner (He)
I feel bad 'cause your voice is amazing but
Your careers getting raped by a Mason
That shit fucking upsets me
'cause it don’t get me (What?)
Try bring them near me (Never)
Coming 'round with a hands out
Wanting a hand out
Ah, that's too political (Political)
I don’t care about a Bentley
Gucci or a Fendi (Why?)
Man's living in a spaceship
You got clapped by a (Bang)
Your girl got macked by a (Bang)
That smooth criminal (Ayy)
I’m a product of my environment (yeah)
I ain’t sayin’ me and you are any different
(Nah) i’m just planning an early retirement
I don’t mean Surrey when I
Say I’m going Kingston
Every mans welcome to fly along distance
We be on the beach with
Weed Man Winston! Winston!
Plus I’m the craziest ting
Out the United Kingdom

I bring my people through
With everything I do
You reppin' me, I pop fuck you
Ah, ah, ah, ah
If you a snitchin’ little bitch and
You love singin’ to the blues
Well this song wasn’t made for you
Ah, ah, ah, ah
I’m coming, I’m coming, for you
Ah, ah, ah, ah
I’m coming, I’m coming, for you

I ain't even going in
I'm just fuck around, they worried
You know me
I'd rather be singing my shit anyway
We got K's motherfucker poom day