Merky ACE, M.I.K - 1% lyrics
[Merky ACE, M.I.K - 1% lyrics]
Setting up shop where? Shut them down
Chelsea smile, man, I call that a frown
Merky, MI, back for the crown
Tizzy Gang Gs, we be running up on man
They be running down da road
We be running them down
Running man down with the pound, no sound
Sound like us but dem man are clowns
Now dem man are dere in da lost and found
Kept it real from my
Feet first touched ground
I won't shoot, yes I will, better get down
If you don't get down
That's a whole next problem
Headshot, bulletproof vest won't stop them
Front line, corn slapper
Big nank, hawk dagger
Ayy, dagger in your back, man
I call that backstab
Got a new ting and I call that headback
Jook man's face, that's a buck one-five
Foot to the pedal, quick, jump in the ride
Skid around the corner, glide
Tom Tom there, nowhere you can hide
Said that they're on man but they lie
Comfy in the grubs den groping thighs
Close that door, come inside
Come inside, there's a pimp inside
I'll pimp this ting, don't care, not mine
All you've gotta do is ask
Then it's all fine
Cut it in half, put a piece on the side
Time is money, stop wasting time
I've been here since bloodclart
Half past nine
All these dibby likkle half hearts
Ain't got nuttin' on mine
You can try run but I'll blow out your spine
Blow out your spine, shotgun, that's gruesome
Feds on the case, that's cool
Man ah lose 'em
Two new tings, don't make me go use them
Dip from the feds, man call that illusion
Like back when I done crud in Lewisham
When I look now, it's whole new Lewisham
Where was you when I was in Lewisham?
Anyway, back to the terrible twosome
Dem man are student
I was out here then and I'm out here now
See me in Black Heath eating Cau
28 grams in a white girl's house
But she ain't a white girl, fam, she's brown
Pow, got a white ting called Miley
Funny thing is, that's my man's wifey
Mad in the head like ting called Heidi
You can have that cuh that's not mine, G
LOL, laugh out loud, man are smiley
Zip it up when man ah pass like who?
I've been outchea since half past two
That's why man are screaming "where are you?"
22 shots from the back of the coupe
Lost in the sauce, man are covered in goop
Smoke in the room, call that zoot
Hole in your head, call that hoop
Got kway and draws but I smell like joop
Money upfront, man, give me that loot
Money upfront, man, give me that cash
Buss that, then I do the dash
Pull up, gone, what? Flash bang, crash
Brown ting looking like Stacey Dash
White ting looking like Khlo Kardash, mash
Setting up shop where? Shut them down
Chelsea smile, man, I call that a frown
Merky, MI, back for the crown
Tizzy Gang Gs, we be running up on man
They be running down da road
We be running them down
Running man down with the pound, no sound
Sound like us but dem man are clowns
Now dem man are dere in da lost and found
Kept it real from my
Feet first touched ground
I won't shoot, yes I will, better get down
If you don't get down
That's a whole next problem
Headshot, bulletproof vest won't stop them
Front line, corn slapper
Big nank, hawk dagger
Ayy, dagger in your back, man
I call that backstab
Got a new ting and I call that headback
Jook man's face, that's a buck one-fiddy
You can hold nine in your frame like fiddy
Says he does things but I
Know he don't really
Dem man are bitches, call them Iggy
Dem man are pum pum, call them tart
Line up the something then done man's clart
I ain't really one of them
Guys for the talking
I'd rather leave man lined in chalk
Late night, camping, hiding, bark
All I hear is too much talk
Dem man are gyal like ooh la la
Hole in your chest like Tony Stark
All kind of badness, man endorse
Run man down like wild dog
Hound man down like hound dog
Too much smoke, man, I call that fog
I will box man's face off like Balrog
Arms to the teeth, I'm down for the job
Ken, Ryu, glide right by you
Temperature turn up when I bun man's top
Chun Li, she was smoking the ammy
Twist and a slide like cammy
Fly by on a Ducati
Skrrr like Colin McRae rally
Bun out your chest like uncle's patty
Their style's flat like their auntie's batty
Roll with the big darg just like Shaggy
See me on the front line moving scatty
You can hold a flatline from this Maggy
Man said it weren't him just like Shaggy
Put it on his chest
Tell him "walk to the alley"
Serving food in the alley
Back then, man was in catty
Setting up shop where? Shut them down
Chelsea smile, man, I call that a frown
Merky, MI, back for the crown
Tizzy Gang Gs, we be running up on man
They be running down da road
We be running them down
Running man down with the pound, no sound
Sound like us but dem man are clowns
Now dem man are dere in da lost and found
Kept it real from my
Feet first touched ground
I won't shoot, yes I will, better get down
If you don't get down
That's a whole next problem
Headshot, bulletproof vest won't stop them
Front line, corn slapper
Big nank, hawk dagger
Ayy, dagger in your back, man
I call that backstab
Got a new ting and I call that headback
Chelsea smile, man, I call that a frown
Merky, MI, back for the crown
Tizzy Gang Gs, we be running up on man
They be running down da road
We be running them down
Running man down with the pound, no sound
Sound like us but dem man are clowns
Now dem man are dere in da lost and found
Kept it real from my
Feet first touched ground
I won't shoot, yes I will, better get down
If you don't get down
That's a whole next problem
Headshot, bulletproof vest won't stop them
Front line, corn slapper
Big nank, hawk dagger
Ayy, dagger in your back, man
I call that backstab
Got a new ting and I call that headback
Jook man's face, that's a buck one-five
Foot to the pedal, quick, jump in the ride
Skid around the corner, glide
Tom Tom there, nowhere you can hide
Said that they're on man but they lie
Comfy in the grubs den groping thighs
Close that door, come inside
Come inside, there's a pimp inside
I'll pimp this ting, don't care, not mine
All you've gotta do is ask
Then it's all fine
Cut it in half, put a piece on the side
Time is money, stop wasting time
I've been here since bloodclart
Half past nine
All these dibby likkle half hearts
Ain't got nuttin' on mine
You can try run but I'll blow out your spine
Blow out your spine, shotgun, that's gruesome
Feds on the case, that's cool
Man ah lose 'em
Two new tings, don't make me go use them
Dip from the feds, man call that illusion
Like back when I done crud in Lewisham
When I look now, it's whole new Lewisham
Where was you when I was in Lewisham?
Anyway, back to the terrible twosome
Dem man are student
I was out here then and I'm out here now
See me in Black Heath eating Cau
28 grams in a white girl's house
But she ain't a white girl, fam, she's brown
Pow, got a white ting called Miley
Funny thing is, that's my man's wifey
Mad in the head like ting called Heidi
You can have that cuh that's not mine, G
LOL, laugh out loud, man are smiley
Zip it up when man ah pass like who?
I've been outchea since half past two
That's why man are screaming "where are you?"
22 shots from the back of the coupe
Lost in the sauce, man are covered in goop
Smoke in the room, call that zoot
Hole in your head, call that hoop
Got kway and draws but I smell like joop
Money upfront, man, give me that loot
Money upfront, man, give me that cash
Buss that, then I do the dash
Pull up, gone, what? Flash bang, crash
Brown ting looking like Stacey Dash
White ting looking like Khlo Kardash, mash
Setting up shop where? Shut them down
Chelsea smile, man, I call that a frown
Merky, MI, back for the crown
Tizzy Gang Gs, we be running up on man
They be running down da road
We be running them down
Running man down with the pound, no sound
Sound like us but dem man are clowns
Now dem man are dere in da lost and found
Kept it real from my
Feet first touched ground
I won't shoot, yes I will, better get down
If you don't get down
That's a whole next problem
Headshot, bulletproof vest won't stop them
Front line, corn slapper
Big nank, hawk dagger
Ayy, dagger in your back, man
I call that backstab
Got a new ting and I call that headback
Jook man's face, that's a buck one-fiddy
You can hold nine in your frame like fiddy
Says he does things but I
Know he don't really
Dem man are bitches, call them Iggy
Dem man are pum pum, call them tart
Line up the something then done man's clart
I ain't really one of them
Guys for the talking
I'd rather leave man lined in chalk
Late night, camping, hiding, bark
All I hear is too much talk
Dem man are gyal like ooh la la
Hole in your chest like Tony Stark
All kind of badness, man endorse
Run man down like wild dog
Hound man down like hound dog
Too much smoke, man, I call that fog
I will box man's face off like Balrog
Arms to the teeth, I'm down for the job
Ken, Ryu, glide right by you
Temperature turn up when I bun man's top
Chun Li, she was smoking the ammy
Twist and a slide like cammy
Fly by on a Ducati
Skrrr like Colin McRae rally
Bun out your chest like uncle's patty
Their style's flat like their auntie's batty
Roll with the big darg just like Shaggy
See me on the front line moving scatty
You can hold a flatline from this Maggy
Man said it weren't him just like Shaggy
Put it on his chest
Tell him "walk to the alley"
Serving food in the alley
Back then, man was in catty
Setting up shop where? Shut them down
Chelsea smile, man, I call that a frown
Merky, MI, back for the crown
Tizzy Gang Gs, we be running up on man
They be running down da road
We be running them down
Running man down with the pound, no sound
Sound like us but dem man are clowns
Now dem man are dere in da lost and found
Kept it real from my
Feet first touched ground
I won't shoot, yes I will, better get down
If you don't get down
That's a whole next problem
Headshot, bulletproof vest won't stop them
Front line, corn slapper
Big nank, hawk dagger
Ayy, dagger in your back, man
I call that backstab
Got a new ting and I call that headback
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