Rude Kid, Ghetts - Banger After Banger lyrics
Ghetts [Justin Clarke Samuel]
[Rude Kid, Ghetts - Banger After Banger lyrics]
It's the lenging season
This one's so dangerous
I'm not even gonna say the artist's name
Swag like you see me skank like Diddy
I was in and out flats like gritty
Trap line ringing hang tight man like thingy
Can't say names but that guy, really
Nino Brown, New Jack my city
Kilos, ounces, crack pipes, nitties
Man stopped trapping (what?)
Then man started rapping (what?) how ironic
I've still got a mouthful of raps like Dizzee
Now I've got kids in the
Game who sound like me man's my mini
Farda for dem, but ain't fathering dem
Cuh man's quite busy gangster
Throwing up gang signs, is he? Wankster
Stepped on a landmine, silly i told Bianca
Go and stand by Ricky (real EastEnder)
Screw the top off the Fanta flatline fizzy
Fly boy i've got a few tings that
Wanna hang glide with me
Gyal like Vicky (who else?) gyal like Lily
Punani's so wet man's got a baptised willy
Every one of your girls have been dead
What are you, anti-pretty?
I ain't got no manners (no)
I ain't got no challenge (no)
Man can send all they want
They ain't got no bangers (no) banger
After banger after banger, after banger
After banger are combo bangers
God flow patterns
That's not grime (what is it?)
That's some "I'll meet you
At the crossroad" ballad
You cyan play this game with me
Like the console's damaged (why?)
It's winner-stays-on
And I've got the control, damn it
Bragging rights i just work and strategise
Double M murk and maximise
Double S serve and sacrifice
Business calls burn my battery life
School run man's gotta be up
Cool nuh i let a song go, then I re-up
Shutters you see what I do to these shows
I just told my booking agent
Put the rasclart fee up six is cool
But put another four G up see him in a week?
Nah, dem bwoy dere can't see us see?
There's only two sides to the game
Who's taking the piss
And who's cleaning the pee up
This one's so dangerous
I'm not even gonna say the artist's name
Swag like you see me skank like Diddy
I was in and out flats like gritty
Trap line ringing hang tight man like thingy
Can't say names but that guy, really
Nino Brown, New Jack my city
Kilos, ounces, crack pipes, nitties
Man stopped trapping (what?)
Then man started rapping (what?) how ironic
I've still got a mouthful of raps like Dizzee
Now I've got kids in the
Game who sound like me man's my mini
Farda for dem, but ain't fathering dem
Cuh man's quite busy gangster
Throwing up gang signs, is he? Wankster
Stepped on a landmine, silly i told Bianca
Go and stand by Ricky (real EastEnder)
Screw the top off the Fanta flatline fizzy
Fly boy i've got a few tings that
Wanna hang glide with me
Gyal like Vicky (who else?) gyal like Lily
Punani's so wet man's got a baptised willy
Every one of your girls have been dead
What are you, anti-pretty?
I ain't got no manners (no)
I ain't got no challenge (no)
Man can send all they want
They ain't got no bangers (no) banger
After banger after banger, after banger
After banger are combo bangers
God flow patterns
That's not grime (what is it?)
That's some "I'll meet you
At the crossroad" ballad
You cyan play this game with me
Like the console's damaged (why?)
It's winner-stays-on
And I've got the control, damn it
Bragging rights i just work and strategise
Double M murk and maximise
Double S serve and sacrifice
Business calls burn my battery life
School run man's gotta be up
Cool nuh i let a song go, then I re-up
Shutters you see what I do to these shows
I just told my booking agent
Put the rasclart fee up six is cool
But put another four G up see him in a week?
Nah, dem bwoy dere can't see us see?
There's only two sides to the game
Who's taking the piss
And who's cleaning the pee up